My hair is all askew. My room looks like the ruins of a bombed building after an entire night of air-raids. I look at my image in the mirror. It is a different person. And I get lost in her eyes. A completely different girl looks back at me. My brain stops registering the present. I feel like an alien in a foreign land. And I look back at mom and dad as if they were strangers. Aliens from different planets.

The glass from last night on my bedside table with remnants of milk look yawningly at me. The posters of Cruise and Kaka seem like old traditions upheld by my supreme obstinacy to defy change. Though in between I have had the urge to put up many faces ...right from Roger Federer to Rahul Gandhi ( hmm...me getting politically inclined these days ) I have stuck to my ‘old-is-gold’ policy and the old faithfuls have stayed.

My modem-lights blink at me with an alarming effect which is lost on me with time.

I listen to hard-metal these days. Just for a change. And I seem to be liking some of them.

Always thought you needed to be a little “off your hooks” to actually like this sort of head-banging.......drum-pounding., guitar-wringing noises. But then, I think going by my own convictions....I am going a little astray from the road to sanity these days then. Can’t say if I am loving it or not.

Office is not fun these days. Work-loads are mounting. And so is increasing the amount of bitching, mutt-ing (that’s my coinage for menfolk practicing the art-form) and superior-subordinate tensions.

Adesh, Premangshu and Alok are at their supportive-best as usual. But I sometimes vent my ire on them. But, I repent later and say sorry. They are always the protective sort who blush and brush past all my pleas of  contrition. And again when times are happier...plans are chalked out. Elaborate arrangements of partying are made. Late-nights become as frequent as commercial breaks......and life chugs on.

Now that I have vented all my sedimented, stale energy which was bubbling inside me through this torture-of-a-post of mine....its time to move on and haul some serious ass. ( hee hee....different Jess..huh ?? )

And yes...I see I can now recognize the girl I see in my mirror.

Its the same me.

Like it or leave it .

You can’t ignore it!