Matter much? To you. Of course!

So what exactly do you do when you see a kid by the traffic lights come and ask you for money?
My intelligent guess is that most of us don't even bother rolling the window down.
Nothing you can do about it.
I mean what could the poor you possibly do, anyway?

What do you do when you see  a "stop animal abuse" sign somewhere with a photo of an abused animal?
I think you say,"Ah nie man! Poor animal! Shame!"

Yeah, that's pretty much where it all starts and ends.

Its sad though. Not so? I mean, we can all go on discussing it, sharing it on FB, even feeling genuinely sorry for the wrongs that keep happening. BUT. Do we do something about it? Nah. Unless talking is doing.

But we must.

Take the case of Poaching Rhinos in South Africa.
Might not mean much to you. You might not even give a damn about it. But for the rhinos its pretty much a matter of life or death!
But oh wait. They cant speak so what the hell. Why should you care? Its not like the world is going to come to an end!
If only you knew that with an attitude like this, that day wont be far. We pretty much blame the government for things like these but uh- excuse me! The Government comes from where? We, the people.So I guess, we are just passing on the problem to somebody else so we can lay back and relax and go right back to thinking as if we are not a part of the bigger picture? Right. Got it.

Nobody is telling you to leave everything and submerge yourself in a cause. To whom it matters so much, they  are already pursuing it with all their might. All  that is expected of you is to support people like these. Turn up for their events. See what they have to say. Show your support if you see some soul in it; if you think its worth it.  A few hours away from what you normally do won't turn your life upside down. What it might just do is save an innocent life!

Come away with me.

So I am sitting in the lab and there is nothing to do. Nothing new about that. Most of our labs happen to this way. They always have been.

I am bored and I feel like yapping so voila! Here I am.

I just happened to read an article on shopaholic tendencies. I wonder if I have them. I think I do but not the cliched ones. Not the Gucci ones. But I feel a little too much love for Staedtler. I dont know what is it with me and stationary. I have always had a thing for it.When I was a kid I went crazy in the stationary section of the supermarket. It was like my very own Disneyland. There is always space for that one more color pen or that highlighter or even that oddly(but cutely) shaped eraser. There are times when I just walk into a shop and feel like buying something. I don't need it but I come out of the shop having spent the bills.

...

The weather sucks real bad. I mean seriously! It keeps raining so abruptly. And so heavily.. Yes, I know its the monsoon but still. This morning it felt as if Irene was coming to this side of the world. Scary stuff.
...

I wanna go travelling around the world. I just want to go. Like right now.
My Destinations?
Jodhpur. I want to walk in the big castles all by myself and just absorb all the history and the stories that it has to offer. Maybe, for a little while I'd like to believe in the myths too and act a little more fascinated than I actually would be. 
Paris. I wanna stand at the highest point of the Eiffel Tower and look down at the world. Feel the wind. Feel the rush. Take in all the beauty. Have french cuisine at Le Jules Vernes as I stare out into the fascinating capital of France.
New York. Walk through Times Square with a Starbucks in my hands and pretend as if that is my daily routine; as if I am on my way to work.
Santorini. Stay in the pretty white houses with the exotic flowers on the window side overlooking the beautiful Mediterranean sea. The ones with the vibrant blue roof tops.
Rome. I want to sit by a road side restaurant. The one with the pretty lights and the good food and good wine, although I am still to develop my liking for the latter
All this and soo much more.My imagination takes me places. I like how I can pretty much travel around the world in a few seconds.

....

I strongly feel that our hostel should have a vending machine! The night canteen is just pathetic to say the least. Not to mention how easily one can get food poisoning after having something from that place. In fact, I don't even think it exists anymore. The little billboard is still there so maybe it does. The vending machine is brilliant, don't you think?!  I remember one management student coming and asking me about what could be done to improve the hostel experience about 2 years ago; you know what I asked for.

....

Lately, I have been thinking about getting a pet! I want one. Again. This time I want a pug. I shall name it Romeo. Yes, go right ahead and call me cliched. Dont care. But then I am not sure if I will be there all the time to take care of it. Its a huge responsibility. People who don't treats animals right piss me off. Big time!


I am off now. Will come back with something more in the next post.

Till then, be good! (:

Mornin' sunshine!

Good morning!
Getting up early in the morning has never felt so good. Ever. What happens usually and mostly is that I wake up just minutes before and then run around my room. Today, however, was different. It was smooth (If the things in my room could talk, trust me(!) they would scream at me every morning and say something like, "watch where ye going woman!") There was no banging or running into things today. I was gliding. John Mayer playing in the background did make make my morning a lot lot happier for the weather was definitely not gonna make it any better with the gloominess that lurks outside my window every morning these days; it's monsoon so it's a given. Coming back to Mayer, yes he is my current obsession. I love that guy. He has a way with music like no other. However I do think that he ain't so easy on my eyes when I watch his videos. He is cute no doubt but  his expressions are not all that natural, almost forced.But then again nobody is perfect, right?! Its fine by me to just watch him sit on a chair and sing as he sways his life audience. In fact I think he is one of the few performers who sounds so much better during a live performance..

Coming back to my morning, no matter how early I get up it so happens that I can never manage to have breakfast. If I get up early then I do things at my own easy, slow pace and if I get up late well you know how that ends.Something got me thinking today though. Wouldn't it be so awesome and delightful if we had a Starbucks on campus? I swear to God, I would get up early just so that I could have coffee on the go. That would just set things right. But then again I think I am expecting a little too much, like always. But hey! who says you cant dream big. Who knows, one day that might not be a dream! Mentioning Starbucks wasn't such a good idea after all. I am hungry now. I also have this slight buzz at the back of my head which means I want coffee.Not very nice. I am also craving for a blueberry cinnamon muffin. I'd love to be one of the characters from the movies who walks a few blocks to work and gets a coffee to go on the way. I d love to walk to work and watch the city wake up; trucks picking up and dropping stuff, cleaners sweeping the streets, bumping into kids on their way to school, flower shops getting new fresh supplies of gorgeous flowers(I love the yellow ones), shop shutters opening, chilly breeze coming right at my face..Gaaah.Got me thinking now. I wanna walk by a bakery and smell the fresh aroma that comes through the exhaust fans and if I may, I might just peak inside through the windows to see whats on display. No no wont go in. Getting late to work, you see!. .
Baahh. I really could stay in my virtual reality all day long!


Gotsa come back to reality..
Later!

It is what you want it to be

I know. I haven't been writing as much as I think I ought to. I don't know what it is. I just don't have anything to say. Every time I have thought of writing something and when I do it just sounds stupid and well(!) not worth writing. So I stop. But.Today I just had something to say and here I am, saying the things I want to. :)

I wonder what would happen if I was a writer. Well, I still consider myself one but lets put the word professional writer out there. I mean how horrible would it be if I had to earn for a living and then these pangs came. What on earth would I do! Not having something worthwhile to write while my paycheck depends on it?! :s I am sure there is a phase that hits in a journalists or a writer's life when they don't have something to write.How do they deal with it? I mean unless the piece of writing doesn't feel brilliant to you how could you possibly think that it would seem something remarkable to the world?

.....

Coming back to the thing that made me really, not sleep and, wanna write so badly is something small, something very stupid (or so I think that others would think that).Tom Hanks triggered it. Now, just a little history about me and Tom before I really tell you what I have to say. Here is how the story goes. I first saw Tom Hanks in The Terminal. I really really liked the movie. I thought it was very realistic and the way he potrayed that character is where the problem started. After that movie the next one I watched was Da Vinci Code and boy(!) did I like the movie or what(!) and as much as I like the movie I hated him just as much. Somehow I just couldnt see him playing the articulate Robert Langdon. That pretty much spoiled the entire movie for me since he was one of the leads. Since then I haven't been able to thoroughly enjoy his movies. Coming back to this present day, I am glad to announce that the curse has been lifted! I dont hate him anymore and I can finally watch his movies without being reminded of his role in The Terminal. The movie that did the magic was You've got Mail. I know. I know. Its taken me quite a while to watch that movie. I had it on my list but I just somehow never got around watching it! Moving on from Tom and onto the movie. I thought the character of Meg Ryan in the movie was soo cute and so chirpy and so funny! We should all have a little bit of her in us.
Anyhow, thats it for now. Will be back with more!

Ta!

How happiness comes running

One moment. Yep, thats all it takes!

And yet again the thoughts come pouring at 3am. I still havent figured out why.

Talking about happiness. I have done it before and I shall continue to do it till the end of time. Happiness, they say, is from within. I couldn't agree more. Well, almost.

The first breeze in winter. .

The smile on a child's face..

The first lick of an ice cream scoop. .

Reading some character in a book and realizing that you just found your soul sister in it. And that you are not crazy and not alone. That there is someone out there who does the exact same things as you and it all seems cooler now. .

How this world becomes so uncomplicated in a fraction of a second and how I realize that I really am a Drama Queen and how it really never is that bad after all no matter how big my "freaking-out" moment happened to be. .

How one musical note just sets the mood for you to sway and swoon and how your feet cant stop making the moves thereafter. .

How magical life becomes when you realize that there is a different you that does exist in reality and not just in your dreams. .

How this universe is a plethora of unanswered endings and unjustified beginnings...


Happiness is about being you. Its about being someone else.
Letting the wind really knock you down. Letting the rain really drench you. Letting the music tingle every cell inside your body. About not caring why.

Doing what your heart desires is serious business ladies and gentlemen! A mission that must be accomplished everyday with a little bit of sugar and spice. .

;)

Sunshine

So I have been told by a certain somebody that the creative me is very much awake today. I am not sure how true that is. But. I shall go right ahead and believe it to be true.

Soo I thought that I should write about a little something and let the creativity take over me. Just a little more than usual. Let myself submerge in it if I may and while I can.

I am trying to look for words to say what I want to but I just cant seem to find the right ones which will say the things the way I want them to be heard. I will take it one line at a time. That should make it easier.

I am not sure. I almost always am not. About almost everything.
I contradict myself. A lot more than I think I do. 
I whine more than I really should. 
And then there are times when I say things that I didnt want to.
Yes, this happens more than I d like to think it does. 

And while I do all these things all at once(believe me(!) I am very capable of doing so!) and go into this little frenzy of what, when, how and why,  somebody comes along says something and brings the balance right back into my life as if it was never gone. Not many people can do that. I have somebody who manages to just take all that drama away and still let the drama remain. I have no idea how much sense that last line made. I m hoping it did.

Anyhow, so now that I have said all this, I'd like to thank my Sunshine for being that person who manages to help me discover new colors inside myself. For saying the things that she does. Somebody who just happens to say the right things at just the right times. Somehow she always does it, with perfection! And she did it yet again so I thought it was about time that I thanked her for being that certain somebody who puts things sunny side up! 

For you, my Sunshine. .

Each friend represents a world in us
A world possibly not born until they arrive
And it is only by this meeting that
A new world is born. .

Wierd is good.

The cute kid who shows you his tongue when you think he is going to smile.
The autumn leaves that don't crunch.
The red lipstick that turns out to be more pink than red.
The paint that looks so exotic on the tray but not so much on the paper.
The wrinkles on clothes that don't go even after ironing.
That doll on the supermarket shelf that is more scary than adorable.
The cockroach that can fly.
The  big sea shell that crumbles.
The dork who thinks he is handsome.
The plastic girl who thinks others are fake.
The cinnamon aroma that somehow makes you sick.
An old woman who has a gangsta attitude.
A scent candle that doesn't smell.
A sharp knife that doesn't cut.
A fly that doesn't want to fly.
An English Honors student who doesn't know how to speak English well.
A purple that turns out to be blue.
A dancer who is scared of heels.
The pjs that turn out to be uncomfortable.
The clip that doesn't hold back hair.
The espresso that isn't strong enough.
The talks of billions in the land of poverty.
That Cleopatra wasn't beautiful.
Beaded necklaces that give off color.
Relationship Status of a 10 year old- Divorced.
When candid seems rehearsed.
When rehearsed seems candid.
Magicpop that does not pop.
How photos can lie so easily.
How Glee is so fake yet so real.
A secret that everyone knows.
How the subtle use of emotive language(only) makes a writer famous.
When a perfume looks so good and smells quite the opposite.
How nauseating the perfume section of a shop can turn out to be.
Road side clothes that makes a bigger fashion statement than the Guccis' and the Pradas'...

Soo you see- Wierd is Good!

:)

Capture.

I really want to do something like this! Life on the streets of Mumbai aka Bombay has a story to tell. Every second is a new creation in this buzzing city. I love figuring out society at large. The way we lead we lifestyles in different parts of the world. The way we do what we do. The way we think what we think. All this excites me.  I actually have this thing to do on my to do list and that happens to be- making a documentary on Rajasthan. A professional one.

Maybe, I will. But I am clumsy as hell when it comes to making a video. My hands cant keep the camera still. Even worse, I think my voice would be very unrecommended for the backdrop of the video for some reason. Do not ask me why. Nevertheless, I am actually considering doing it. I dont have much time left in Mumbai to make a video on one but here is an idea that aint gonna die very soon. So maybe sometime soon a video blog is what you shall find on this blog.
Maybe.

:)

The happy frequency

A happy frequency must exist. I m sure. 


They say thoughts have frequencies. Each thought a slightly different one. So then could it be that for each person there is this one frequency where everything works out just fine?


Have you ever had this feeling that everything is happening just the way you want it to; As if the universe is your slave? That you can have anything you want to? Isnt that feeling just absolutely gorgeous and breathtaking? Its filling me right now. Intoxicating me. Just a little. Its like magic, I tell you! I dont know what is it that triggered it.  I have moments like these very often and when I do, this is what happens and being a pisces is all worth it!


I paint without a brush. I see magic happen. Dance sequences create themselves inside my head. Soliloquies shape themselves out of thin air. A kaleidoscope of realms keep emerging.Very colorful ones! Creativity is born, all over again. This and soo much more happens on my happy frequency. . .

:)

M F Husain

M F Husain passed away at 95 in London. Its sad that he breathed his last on a foreign land and not where he wanted to be. 

M F Husain was a painter who made his mark in the world of art. He was known as the "Picasso of India." I wouldn't know much about that. I have never really followed Picasso's work to be able to compare it with Husain's work and I haven't followed Husain's work either. I have seen a few paintings now and then but that would be all. 

The reason why I am writing this post is not to discuss his artwork but to question the sad state of affairs that our society at large happens to be in. His life was at risk here for a few religious groups believed strongly that he disrespected our Gods by his 'peculiar' depiction of them through his paintings. This was probably just one of the many things, I m guessing. He became famous more for the controversies he stirred up than for his paintings. 

I first heard about him a few years back when he was being flashed across the news channels. I first thought that maybe he was some criminal. Thenn, as I watched the news I found out that it was his paintings that were apparently causing ripples all across the country. The very bad ones. The ones that threatened his life.The ones that made him to live in self exile. Sigh.

Here was a man who wasn't harming anyone, not playing any dirty politics touted as somebody who was tarnishing the society in ways that I just cannot understand. His depiction of deities is the one that I distinctly remember being talked about. Scrutinized rather. I still don't understand even after all these years what the fuss was all about.

What made me laugh back then and even now I cant help but ridicule the so called religious groups who demonstrated their dislike for the paintings. They formed this commotion that somehow lead people to believe that if they didn't oppose this man they would be treacherous to their religion. And there went the common man supporting something that he had very little knowledge about. As if it was something that defined his existence. Sad but true. How easily our society can be influenced on the name of religion is beyond my comprehension.

I just hope that someday a common man in India will be allowed to express himself as he pleases and that his work or his opinon or his perspective on something will be given its due breathing space. Thats when we will be truly able to call our country democratic. .

Here are some of M F Husain's works.

Wierd Times.

Very wierd times.

I don't know how to explain this feeling that I have. Is it happy? Is it sad? I m not so sure.

Times are changing fast. In fact the things are becoming overwhelming.I look around and I see friends are getting married/engaged/pregnant. The first thing that comes to my mind is- Omifreakinlord! Are we really that old already?

What is even funnier is that I just cant help but think about how the common perception of 'East' being the one to usually win the race in matters like these is clearly being proven wrong. Gone are the days when we could stereotype easily. I like the unpredictability of the society.  Or maybe a better way to look at this is that the trends are reversing. Makes me think of this theory that a sociologist once told me about. He said that societies at large impersonate each other and will always do so. Something that is being done in one part of the world will sooner or later become the trend in the other. 

..Coming back to the whole topic of friends getting married and all. It still hasn't sunk in. I look around me in this part of the world and I would say times are definitely changing. India is known to have that conservative image that we all know about but to me it looks like East is becoming West and West is becoming East. I do not mean to say in any way that West is becoming conservative  but then again the word conservative has its various interpretations and descriptions/tags to me are like opinions that become widely accepted so it really depends on how one sees it.

So that being said I really just have to accept that we are not so young anymore. Well, still young but not the teenage young. Funny though innit? It seems like it was just yesterday that we were in high school doing the whimsical crazy stupid things that we loved  to.. 

Hit me baby one more time..

Yes. The tradition has to continue. I couldnt get away from not writing the night before the end sem.

The second last end sems of my undergrad. Saying that I have come a long way would only be an understatement. How the 3 years have gone by I wonder.

So I just have to say this to my lovely Exams- Bring it!

So I have random things to say..

I love Belgian Dark Chocolate ice cream.

I am in love with Glee all over again and I cannot get over how many flavours it has. I have to write a  post on that! I have a lot to say that needs to be heard.

Post it notes are awesome. I cannot live without them.

Highlighters make me happy.

Everyone should DANCE(!) It does wonders.

So yeah, I think I am done for today. I shall now get back to the studying!

Ta!
Wish me luck.

Happy me? Awesome me!

So as you might have guessed I am happy right now.

Yes. Very happy I am!

Why? Lots of good reasons!

Skittles

A (finally!) awesome looking and fabulously working Project! =D

Music that is taking me higher! 

3am is something I tell you! I somehow end up blogging at this time all the time. 

So there are things I have wanted to say for quite sometime. For thoughts that I wanted to write an entire post about but couldnt. Here they are.

Osama Dead.
No terrorrism is not dead. I still have my doubts. The entirely different take on 9/11 makes me wonder if what we see is really what it is. I highly doubt it.

Gadaffi's grandchildren dead.
Where is UN now? Whatever happened to Human Rights? Whatever happened to the media? Werent they supposed to report more on how could NATO take such a decision to put the lives of innocent civilians and children(for crying out loud!) at risk. Even though  I m completely for the execution of Gaddafi I am not ok with innocent lives being taken. He got away so in the end it was all for nothing! Never mind the fact that even if he was to die in that attack it still isnt ok for innocent people to die. At this point I cant help but ask the question. .So if both ways innocent lives are being taken, what is the difference between Gaddafi and NATO?

Not much.

Fairytales do come true!
Yes. I am still awwed by the Royal Wedding! It was such a fairy tale. Everything about the wedding was soo fairytale. Finally a commoner in the Royal Family. A fresh breeze in the otherwise stale monarchy.

Well, this is it for now. I m tired and  I need sleep so I m crashing. 

Will be back with more awesomeness for next time!

Be happy. Look for the Happiness and you shall finds it! =D

Night!

My new love!

One little Quickie post!

Got a class at 2.

Weather update for today- Its abso-freakin-lutely hot AND humid. I wish the weather could be the way it is when it is just about to rain. When the winds blow. The sky is dark. And there is an unspoken silence in the air.
I love sunshine. I absolutely do but all sunshine makes a desert and in this case a cranky, sticky, irritable me! Not good for this world. Trust me.

Ok so getting back to the subject of this post.

My new love. Thievery Corporation.

She   l.o.v.e.s    them! They take me to another world.

Anyway, time to go!

Ta!

Mediocrity

Mediocre- Of only ordinary or moderate quality; neither good nor bad.

Mediocrity. A word so dark and void. A black hole which seems to suck the creativity out of a person.A deprivation of something better that could have been. A feeling of having something done yet accomplished nothing.

Strange though inn'it?! As Science continues to advance we, humans, are getting so accustomed to going round and round in a circle without questioning it even once. Makes me think at times whether we even realize that we are slowly getting drowned in it.

Instead of welcoming a new idea we start questioning it. Even worse, we start killing it. Our society in general is becoming more and more mundane by the day.It seems like we are so comfortable following rules which hold no meaning (anymore?) Doing something because the masses are doing it seems to be the new trend. Never mind the fact that the one who started the notion doesn't remember why he started it in the first place.

We are the masters yet we are the slaves. .

Goodbye. .The saddest word.

Today I bid adieu to something that has given me company for quite some time now. I know I m gonna sound crazy once you find out what it is. but. I kid you not(!) the emotions are strong and I am actually going to miss this special something.

Alias.

In case you are still lost and you have no clue as to what I am talking about I shall solve the mystery. It is a TV series by J.J. Abrams. It took me quite a while to finish the series. After all it was a good 5 seasons which by the way translates into 105 episodes! And I say it from the bottom of my heart that I m going to miss it immensely. I know how this sounds and on top of that I m sure I am being considered the most dramatic person as I write this post and as you read it but I just cant help being emotional about it. Now dont go picturing  me as holding a tissue in my hand as I type this post. It aint THAT dramatic but yes as I said before I will miss this series. A LOT!

Scifi is a genre that fascinates me more than any genre. Intrigues me and tickles my intellect. Alias, for now, happens to be on top of the list. Looking at it from the backstage perspective everything about this series was truly remarkable. The way it was shot. The cinematography. The storyline. The acting of every single character in the script. The background score of almost all the seasons.The different looks that the actors carried off in every episode. And above all the way the show was consistent all the way through. I could go on and on, literally!

As I watched the last episode today it truly did feel like the end of an era (Ok, I do confess that I am being over the top when I say this) I dont know how many times I was truly mesmerized by the show that I went ahead and told my friends that I would love to become a spy. But I don't think I would make a very good Sydney Bristow. In fact, I think I would be a horrible spy. For starters, let me be honest. I don't think I would be able to do those stunts and lets say even if I did,  my wonderful ability to talk 24/7 and my awesome abiltiy to be an open book wouldn't quite cut it for the resume required to be a spy. Period.

So I guess I had to archive this thought of mine. The love I have for Alias just had to be recorded. So yeah, there it is!

The jobless me on a busy day.

I think 3 am is my favorite time of the late night/early morning. My "blogging brains" is very very active at this time. Dont ask me why! After all I am random so this type of behaviour is indeed very much me.

Thinking of random, I have something to share. I shall now post more of these randomnesses. Even though I m supposed to be studying for the sessional tomorrow. This(!) is what I end up doing instead.

It so happens that all my blogging moods come into action at the wrong time. When the sesssionals are far I wonder why I dont feel like doing these crazy things then. 

Ok so at this moment in time this is all I have to say. Actually I m lying. I do have more to say. but(!) time is precious ladies and gentlemen. Atleast as of now- V.E.R.Y!

So I shall go and I shall be back with something more interesting soon.

Ta!

The Blunt one.

Ok so I m blogging for Manipaltalkthenet.

Here is the first post!

http://manipalthetalk.net/2011/04/15/fashion-show-2/

And again. I m writing this post when I m few hours away from the sessionals so again I will have to choose some other time to talk about whats been happening. Soon I shall return with lots of goodies. I promise. But for now this little much is precisely how much I have to say as far as I go in my making my presence felt on this blogspot of mine.

Fear not. I will be back soon!

Ta!

Fragments of me. .

I talk.
I laugh. I cry.
I whine. I smile. I smirk.
I m hyper. I m moody. I m dramatic.
I dream. I dance. I sing. I shriek. I believe. I exaggerate.
I introspect.I feel. I frown. I color. I philosophize. I admire.

I see magic.. Yes, I SEE magic!

3 a.m

I am writing after a very long time.. I wouldn't say that I didn't have anything to say. I always do. At times it was too much and at times it was too little.

Today I write just to write.To fill some space and mention that I m still alive. Maybe a little less than usual but I m still here

I am listening to Norah Jones right now and must I say she is something fantastic. The words. The music. Finely picked. Just right. I have almost got addicted to her. Its funny though how she sings the most soulful songs yet when you watch her live performances she hardly has any expressions on her face. The Blueberry Days with Jude Law did not convince me otherwise either. How can she sing soo deep yet have no expressions on her face. That remains a mystery to me. .

The weather is getting hotter by the day. Its humid and sweaty and so she says that she hates it!

Thinking of the weather brings this thought in my mind about the going around of the "end of the world in 2012."
Is it really true?
What if its turning into a reality. What if tsunami and the earthquake are the opening scenes of the movie that is yet to screen. It better not be.
I have many dreams. Dreams that will take time to realize. The world better not end in 2012. A lot more has to become of me on this place called earth. I got lots more to do.
Some little things. Some big things. And some just plain simple things.
So hopefully things will still be around in 2013 and we will still be here doing the things we do.

Anyhow I must leave. Writing at 3am puts me at a risk of missing the early lab in the morning. Soo .  Short this post has to be. I will be writing more often from now onwards..

Good night!