I ...

Got tagged by Everyman to write this one. Had thought of so many different things to mention here, but when the time to actually put down those things has come, my courage seems to desert me. Still, I must try...

I am thinking about ... what should this kind of a tag be called. I mean this is not an explicit tag, its implied. Kinda like the difference between a simile and a metaphor. Does anyone know the word for it?

I said ... err, what did I say?

I want to ... drive a BEST bus once from Dahisar to Colaba, preferably a double-decker. I want to learn to play the guitar. I want to be able to choose a car to drive to work. I want to try my hand at teaching sometime, give back something to SPCE. I want to have a company of my own. I want to expose my superiors and colleagues who indulge in unethical practices. I want to be sure of what I want to eventually become. Lastly, I want to find out the real answer to that omnipresent question, "Where do you see yourself 5 years from now?"

I wish ... we were really free. I certainly did not sign away my freedom to my company, yet it seems to think so!!! And that's not the only reason I am saying this. Look everywhere, your life just doesn't seem to be yours anymore. I wish people followed driving rules. I wish people at the helm of affairs here started taking things seriously. I wish the good guys were not killed by the bad ones. See what happened to Andrei Kozlov.

I hear ... snippets of conversations all around me. However, I may try to cut it out, I just cant. Wise guys call it eavesdropping....

I wonder ... if all Americans are crazy like their leader (I hope not!!!) I wonder why very few girls can drive properly. I wonder why elims are always tougher than the finals. I wonder whether I am doing justice to this post, or simply writing crap!!!

I regret ... not saying sorry. I regret that I am such a loner that today, I don't have a single person who can claim to understand me. No, not even Mom can stake a claim to that!!!

I am ... FAT!!!

I dance ... at imaginary parties. At the real ones, I have an inexplicable fear of making a complete fool of myself (not that I need dancing to help me out there!!!)

I sing ... in the bathroom, while driving, in office. In short, I sing just about anywhere. But I sing only in front of the people closest to me.

I cry ... very rarely. It's more like tears welling up for a while. I tend to brood a lot, rather than cry.

I am not always ... the mentally strong person most people think I am.

I make with my hands ... tiny doodles on any notepad, just to pass time.

I write ... to please myself. I write so that more and more people can read what I write and communicate with me. I write so that I can come back and maybe, figure why I took those decisions, what I was thinking at the time.

I confuse ... people when I generally want to end a conversation.

I need ... to be loved by someone, liked by someone. I cant stand it if someone really hates me. Just that one word of comfort, that one word of consolation can make my day.

Whew!! That's that. If you feel like it, do write something about yourself. Who knows, you may discover something new about yourself when you read what you have put down. I know I just did!!!