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………….sorry but I am busssyyyyy!!!!!!!!

Just when I thought that my blog would be lost in the thick layer of dust and my creative side would fall off as it grows rusty, I woke up to save them in time. 'Good morning everyone!'. Ok don't give me that look where its just too painful to lift your head off your work and respond to my morning wishes. Yes I know the look as I have been having it for the past couple of years. We are all so BUSY in our lives that we just forget to respond to life. '…..hey tis been long! wanna catch up', '….ooohh I would love to but am a li'll busy', '….wanna go for a movie..', 'ummm.. I would love to but you know I have this thing to do…'. Sounds familiar, well it would, as it has become the part of our everyday vocabulary. We are so busy responding to the Goddess of Work that instead of being a part of life, we are slaves to our work (I second it as I am slave to this Goddess). The icing on the cake being most of us don't even enjoy that work, we just do it to be able to survive in this world (hmmmm!). There are no more hangouts, no more get togethers, no more parties (:-(!!!…Gurgaon gang: remember the last bestest ever party we had...the Christmas party, 2011). We have dug our respective holes in this world. Sometimes we do wander up this hole to take in our lot of fresh oxygen and thats when we catch a glimpse of what life was a few years back to become overwhelmed with nostalgia. With passing years this hole will get deeper and deeper and it will become much more difficult to walk out of it.
So everyone, every single single person who is still living, wake up before it is too late. Charity starts at home, so as I preach I will practice. I have started renewing my social life. Of course a certain event that happened last year and culminated in vacation in Malaysia (wink! wink!) has marked the beginning of my efforts. (for those who know you know what am I talking about, for those who don't keep digging.) But I still need to party…..so this is a message to all you party throwers…..extend an invitation to me…..YOU KNOW WHERE I AM…..xoxo

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