This week has been strenuous. I'm just done with a whitepaper that I had to submit to the client, and phew. 20 pages written in 2 days was no small feat... My brain feels pulverized and the brain liquid is pouring out of my ears... Okay, enuf of depressing stuff.

What is my point right now anyway, I mean, what do I want to say? I am at my work desk, typing aimlessly into the screen. Drinking warm black tea (warm because it is out of office hours already and the office boys don't bother keeping the water hot once office hours are over) which I've made too black for comfort, because I forgot to remove the tea bag out of the hot water after 10 seconds.

Oh yes. I've realized what the point I wanted to make was... I was just talking to a colleague of mine, asking him what he was going to do over the weekend. His answer was:

Today, I'll be washing clothes till about 2.00 in the night. I asked him why don't you do it tomorrow or the day after since today is Friday and tomorrow is the weekend... His answer is: "I have no idea what I'll be doing over the weekend. I make my plans on the spur of the moment, so I need to finish my washing beforehand".

Okay, that makes sense... But to wash clothes till 2.00 in the night - you know soak, beat, scrub, get your hands dirty in soapy water when its cold all around you,... eeek. That doesn't sound the least bit appealing to me. He says : "No problem. I'll be listening to Worldspace satellite radio, so I won't get bored".

Um. I still can't digest it but its your life, its your wish, and those are your clothes. He then says, tomorrow, I will clean my house (omigod. Are we talking to a clean freak here... I ponder), eat good food in the afternoon and probably go for a movie in the evening. I ask: "Alone?". He says: "Yes".

"I was born alone and like watching movies alone too. I don't have to worry about talking to anyone, and can watch the movie in peace and quiet". (For yours truly who hasn't seen a single movie in a theatre alone, this seems totally wierd.)

Next pearls of wisdom from the fella: In the evening, I will go to Cox Town, have food in one of my fav restaurants, and then start walking at 7.00 to my home. I ask him: "When will you reach your home then?". He says: "In about 2 hours. My home is in Malleshwaram."

#$Q%$#%#. I'm floored completely. Now I understand the guy and what he's been saying.... No, its not that I think he's crazy. Actually he's pretty sane - I understand now. He's a singleton. That's what he is.

And he enjoys single life. He has these elaborate plans of spending the weekend alone and actually looks like he enjoys it. I, on the other hand, after hearing him, feel miserable and scared. I mean, I cannot conceive of such a lonely life without anyone to talk to, or go out for a movie with, or go to a restaurant with. As the recognition of him dawns on me, I feel like I need to go out and hug a friend/family member of mine, just for being with me and filling my life with this sense of security...

People are so important.. the people that are there with you, but the ones that you just take for granted cos you're so engrossed in you and your lifestyle that you forget how these people contribute to you and your life. Happy life actually....

So today is to all those people who're there around me, to talk to , and to go around with. To call me up and enquire how I'm doing. To tell me to come visit them on the weekends, or to come and visit me. I love you all :D