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Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Day 452

I didnt feel like updating my blog last night because i didnt have any special thing that i could write. I went for a movie - The Fighter after my work hours. Despite some inaccuracies, The fighter is an awesome movie. Christian Bale truly deserved the oscar for the best actor in a supporting role. I came home and, somehow, was feeling low. So i called up my shrink, The Fat Guy, and we chatted till nearly 11:30 PM. Was feeling sleepy and when i went to sleep, didnt realize that i didnt put on the alarm and i overslept. Woke up suddenly at 6:30 PM after an office colleague woke. Realized there was no way i could reach 30 KMs in 15 minutes, i took it easy and left home in the car. Took the sea link and was driving real fast and reached office by 7:50. Not bad at all.
Office was relatively calm and because i had to finish my hours, i sat after my routine hours till around 4:45 PM and finished a lot of my work so tomorrow i can take it easy.
Being a public holiday, Mahashivratri, the roads were relatively less crowded. Reached home and just relaxed for a while. Mum, as usual, was in no mood to cook and wanted to go out. So i gave in and took her to Worli and we enjoyed a nice dinner.
Today was the match Between Ireland and England in the cricket world cup. Everyone, i knew, wanted the Irish to win.
And Win they did. What a match. Kevin O'Brien played the innings of his life and scored a superb century. The English were bloody shocked. And i am loving it. I sure do hope, The irish make it to the next round.


Today, after seeing the match, i am very happy.

And somehow, i am feeling in love more than ever before...

And to my Dearest..my precious.....

There be none of Beauty's daughters
With music like thee;
And like music on the waters
Is they sweet voice to me:
When, as if its sound were causing
The charmed ocean's pausing,
The waves lie still and gleaming,
And the lulled winds seem dreaming.
And the midnight moon is weaving
Her bright chain o'er the deep;
Whose breast is gently heaving,
As an infant's asleep:
So the spirit bows before thee,
To listen and adore thee;
With a full but soft emotion,
Like the swell of a Summer's ocean.

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