Post It #3 - Day 364

It's the last day of 2015 today and I am sitting at my desk in  my office introspecting about the past 363 days of my life. As usual, it has been a mixture of both, good and bad experiences. But in all of it I have come to realize that this year has been an year of 'Epic Fail'. :p

Note to self - Dear Neha, You need to lower down your expectations. 

Post It #2 - I want to become...

While waiting for the next train at the subway station, a small boy around 11-12 years old caught my eye. He was with his mom, playing enthusiastically with a very fancy airplane model.
I went to speak to him and to see his aircraft. He started telling me about the plane model very passionately and proudly exclaimed - "I want become a pilot."

I smiled and said (louder than I intended to) - "I wish I could say with equal conviction, what I wanted to become."

His mother who was observing the exchange, came up to me and said, "Wait till you reach 40 and have no choice but to accept what you have become."

Post It #1 - The woman in the bus

I have started working now and have this boring, monotonous life. I wake up (without any alarm) at exactly 7.30 am, get ready and leave home and take the bus to office exactly at 8.30 am from the bus stop near my home - EVERYDAY. 
However, in this monotony of mine I have made a friend. She is short, around 50 years old, Chinese woman who can barely speak English.  I don't even know her name properly, but she follows a similar schedule to mine. She works as a cleaner in another office close to my building and lives somewhere close to my place. We meet everyday at the bus stop and try to converse in my broken Cantonese and her broken English. 
She is a very nice person. How do I know this? One day while going back from office, I was in a terrible condition; puking my guts out (In my defense Chinese food is weird, I do pity my tummy!). While everyone else standing in the queue for the bus was giving me disgusting looks (very obviously) she came over to me, patted my back, gave me water and made me sit. And all I could muster was a small thank you. 
So that was the beginning of our friendship and it has been blossoming since then. We even try to save a seat in the bus for the other person now.
My boring, dull life becomes a little less sad when she smiles her crooked teeth smile every morning at me and says 'Jou-Saan'.  

PS: I know its been a long time since I have posted anything on this blog and its weird posting this without any background information. Its not that I haven't written anything at all, trust me, I have too many saved drafts which were never published only because I always wanted to 'better' them. 

But then I remembered that I had started this blog to write about the small things that happen in my life, things that catch my eye and not to write some long, wordy, literary pieces. The purpose got lost in the course of making the blog. 

So now I am back to write about the little things as 'post-its' so that they can remind me of the good and sometimes bad things in my life, when I grow older.