I don’t have a clue how, and why, I managed to commute 1.5 hours to work one way each working day for the last 5+ years. It makes no sense. It is total nonsense. I was exhausted, had no time or energy for anything else. And everything else in my life would be paying the price. Now it is a 15-20 mins drive to my work place each way, manageable and comfortable. I save almost 2+ hours each working day and spend it on more productive things, than traveling to work and back. My back feels better, as less time in a vehicle, and I have time to do so many things, including work out in the eve, without running too much. I have more time at home with the family (husband and the dog for now), and can really have a life.
To all those traveling long distances to work each day – people, it is not worth it at all.

I think the traffic police also should start fining the dreaming and driving variety of people. One such reckless person is me. What can I say. Picture a nice warm sun on a winter’s day, a nice clean car, good music on the radio, and a drive through two patches of some nice residential areas with tree lined streets. And I start dreaming. It starts with a catchy tune on the radio, which plays in my head, then I look into the beautiful bungalows on both sides of the road and imagine the lives of the people who live there, then I see the happy doggies on the side of the entire stretch, who lie happily and contentedly, leaving me to assume that someone or the other takes care of them. And then I have no clue when I reached my destination. This happens every morning on the way to work. It might not be a red convertible, but my hatchback is good as gold; the roads are more like village pathways in patches, but thats okay; I might not have beautiful hair flying with the wind, but I do have beautiful hair. So in all, it does add up. With such a beautiful driving experience to work every morning, it doesnt hurt to get out of bed.

I am one of those who like watching commercials. I assume there are more of us? Anyway, there is something about commercials I like. There are some pretty entertaining commercials, the Cadbury commercial with the little boy with the curly hair who blackmails his gran to supply him Dairy Milks; the Center Fresh commercial where the guy is getting a hair –cut is fantastic. Many more of them. Will list them as they come to me. This phrase ‘come to me’ I use almost all the time. Some strange part of me assumes that messages and thoughts come to me. As if the thought is waiting at its home planet, and will soon be relayed and then will ‘come to me’. I also imagine that colors and objects ‘talk to me’. Like the red color of a potential car that is to be bought, will transmit some waves which will be picked up by me and then a decision to buy that car will take place. It does sound delusional when I type these thoughts out. So basically I might be suffering with some form of delusion; or maybe it is a superiority complex where I imagine that thoughts, ideas, buying decision, hell all decisions, ‘come to me’. I think I also might have ADD (attention deficit disorder), so what was I saying?
What is entertaining about these commercials is the fact that one can almost imagine a background and story for each character. Like referring the curly hair little blackmailer boy from the Cadbury’s ad. You can imagine him to be a fast talking, parents nagging, room messing, difficult eater, and entertaining ‘bwoy’. Infact, the best commercials are the ones with these random characters. I don’t think too much of celebrity commercials. Infact I don’t think of them at all. I don’t even want to think of them. They are a waste of time and money. If only the money being spent on the airbrushed celebrities was being used on creative companies thinking up new random original adverts.