Betty and I

I am asked a few questions everyday and each day it’s the same story. My answer is never good enough. It’s like I’ll never be good enough. Follow up queries are thrown in every direction the next day but that’s a consolation I seek for yesterday’s silence. Time: an unattainable entity one tastes while living this samsaric existence. You might spend your lifetime trying to create the perfect moment but once gone, it’s lost forever.

Two days of Ugly Betty for me and I see a relevance between the two- Betty and I. I have been told over and again that I have a tendency to go over the top which reads as unnecessary interference in many cases. Point accepted. Betty on her part has issues sorted out at the end of every episode. Unfortunately, my life is no drama. I don’t run twenty five episodes per season, it is a never ending saga with complications (self created of course) thrown in at every bend.

The only saving grace? Thankfully I don’t dress like her.