Wasted Days

I know quite well they'll never be back. Or will they?
Wasted days are piling up like logs of wood on my back. The question is, does my body have the compressive strength required to transfer the load of the logs to the ground without buckling? I guess i should be using my mind for better things than insignificant metaphors.

Anyway, this is my first ever blog. I've been meaning to start one since forever, but i dont think i had anything to write about. Today just seemed like the right day to start one. I dont even know what to write about..... I wonder how it is that people stumble upon other people's blogs and actually read them and sometimes comment upon them! I dont even know if i'm expecting anyone to read this while i write it, but i guess thats a good thing so im not conscious about what im writing. The only thing on my mind right now are the scrumptious hot pizzas that await me at Karma. My maasi's been meaning to take me there for dinner since a long time and today when she asked i just said yes (its not like i had anything on my agenda anyways). I've grown a little more concerned about my family as of late so i've decided to take all of them along.

The thought of making some serious money and the realization that very soon i will be the breadwinner for my family hit me hard today like a slap on my face. I tried thinking of what i will be able to do post May to make some money apart from the measly salary i'll earn working as a junior architect in Mr. Hyderabadwalla's office. But the guy is phenomenal. He called me today and expressed his dissatisfaction when i said i'd be resuming work post-thesis. He said there was a bungalow to be designed in Alibaug and that he wanted me to handle the client from day 1. I guess that was the highlight of my day and i was actually smiling after the conversation with him. Everyone likes feeling a bit important.

Another day wasted. Do we always strive for what's precious? I know time is precious. What am i getting at?