The feel-good factor

Past one week has been peaceful... Parents are around and it feels like heaven. I have been away from home for a long time and now, having them here with me, spending some quiet time (yeah, no chattering away to glory – just plain relaxation and chit chat when required) feels like the right solution to cheer up my otherwise dull life.
I was thinking about why we feel so secure and content when parents are around – is it just their affection towards me since I am their child no matter how grown up I am, or is it that I have never really grown up enough to feel comfortable without that invisible shield they provide against all the woes?
May be it’s a mix of both.

The Magic Duster

At the discussion room today, I had painstakingly charted out the entire course of action on the white board, literally. Our team was looking at an alliance deal with an organization well known in the industry.

My super boss came into the room, discussed few more things and suddenly decided that this wasn’t the right approach. Just like that. In a single sweep of the duster, those lovely rectangles, pointers and asterisk on the board disappeared. Every one seemed happy except me.

How wonderful it would be if I could erase my past mistakes, my guilt trips and unintentional bloops. Just like that. Would this make me happy or others?

Soliloquy

The future tense of argument is regret. Why have them at all if I am going to feel shitty later without a single instance of exception? I need to realize after all, everyday cannot be a Sunday.