The fall in August

Today was a very strange day; August generally is, for me. The whole of the month gets on my nerves since I have remembered. Maybe it is simply a superstition. But August generally takes a toll. I get hurt unnecessarily during the month, get into unnecessary troubles, lose something, get stressed out, and find myself in a total soup! Well, i manage to get out of these somehow, but August tends to drain my emotional and mental energy a lot. August, the Eighth month of the Roman calendar. Named after Augustus Ceasar.



I am a number 1. Yeah, would love to be that always, in everything, but as of now, my birth number is 1. Number 1 is always at loggerheads with numbers 8 and 4. Numbers 4 and 8 are known as fatalistic numbers for people born under number 1.



have a strange love-hate relationship with people born under the numbers 4 and 8. I generally find out anybody's date of birth and try to steer clear if they are an 8! 4 seems easier on me, but 8 is dangerous. People with a birth number 8 tend to push me into deep gorges and crevices. Yeah. Its true. They dont do it knowingly. They have to do. Its their destiny.



Like the way I am destined to be like this. Impulsive, rash, and brash. Let me be, in this birth. I will change, the way I have changed over the years, taking off my different roles and hats one by one, to suit my environment, I will change again. But I want to see if this change is for the better or worse. Lets see. Time will tell. :-) Eighteen days to go!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Defining LOVE for the Chennai audience :)

Love - An oft misquoted term, which simply means a plethora of misplaced hormones going into overdrive. A strong feeling of magnetism that tries to pull two confused beings into a bubble, which tricks them into a false sense of joy and serenity. Love, is a shortlived emotion. Let it rest! Love, that springs from the bottom of the heart when a week-old baby gurgles at you, has a longer life than the hormonal surge. I am not talking about honey-sweet emotions connected with mothers, siblings and flowers, puppies etc. I am not even talking about the babies sleeping on bathtowels, like those in a Anne Geddes card. I am talking about the bonding between two unsuspecting people, who are unable to behave rationally once they are "bitten" by the love bug. Why I chose to call it a bug, is that once you are bitten, you become devoid of rational thought and behaviour. You tend to forget things, as your hard disk is on an overdrive trying to store images of your beloved! If only you coul...
Read more

Nithya Suresh Kaun Hai?

Nithya Suresh Kaun Hai? Well, this would be the case a few hours ago. But now, 1 hour later, its a fact. A simple yeah, has completed my journey. Maybe I am crazy to say yes, without even thinking. But I had already decided to say yes even without meeting the guy. The Groom, to be exact. Suresh alias Subramanian, would have been my Prince Charming. A would be husband. But destiny had other plans in store. Suresh, withered away without even a trace. My beloved parents spurned him. He was shooed away, because, he turned out to be something else that he originally wasn't. His lies, had turned him into a non-performing asset. NPA. Suresh had to go. He had not completed the formalities. He had lied about his qualifications and job. He had to be stopped from starting the engagement formalities. A phone call took care of that. And an e-mail did the trick. I was relieved. Woudn't I?
Read more

Goonda-ism - Very common dis-ease

Have you ever seen a Goonda? Well, a goonda is a person, mind you it can be a woman too, who is just chickened out at the thought of showing people their weakness. A goonda shows of his (for the time being I will consider the male version) biceps power and tries to scare people into believing that he is the best. Well, most of the times he is wrong! He is just plain scared to face his inner demons and thus he tries to mask his inner demons by acting demonish on the outside. I have seen many goondas in my life. There are educated and uneducated goondas. There are goondas with a suave tongue and sleek cars, but nevertheless they are goondas. They can be bankers, engineers or even a rikshaw-wallah. But inside they have this devillish itch to show off their "goonda-ism" to the public and try to gain that extra edge that life has somehow snatched from them. One goonda lives in my apartment. He is a lawyer. I like him so much that I have been nurturing a wish of pushing a bucket fu...
Read more