A thousand apologies, sire

Guilty as charged. I have been away for far too long, and there is absolutely no reason to have missed out on the Happy Birthday, Daddy post, which was due 12 days ago. Not even being on the road (in the air, really) for the past two weeks. Not even the pathetic lack of ownership of an iPhone/Blackberry/whatever else it is that has the tech geeks' fancy these days, that would have let me update from wherever, whenever. Not even the thousand job applications that I have to send out, the sole reason for my logging on to the Web in all this time.

But I'm back. I thought I'd never find the peace of mind to just sit, breathe and calmly blog again, but I know now, that there is a god. God. Whatever.

As this post is not meant to be about a soporific description of my life, I will get to the point. Which is this.

I hope every single one of you has a very, very good 2010. I hope you all work for what you want, and eventually get it. And for the things/people you don't get, I hope you fool yourself into believing the whole everything-happens-for-a-reason gibberish because let's face it, it does calm us down. I hope you are mostly happy and that sadness visits you rarely and fleetingly. I hope you use the power of forgiveness on yourself, as much as on others. And I hope that in your own way, you realize that life, and we, are not meant to be taken seriously.

Here's to a year filled with hysterical laughter, cinema-induced crying, hearty meals, wonderful conversations, stirring music, engaging books and safe travels :)

Oh, and to compensate for the lack of a special birthday post for Papa, I leave you with this song :) Promise not to cry.