Come on, live a little...

Was a line in the advertisement poster for a play in which three of my good friends were performing....

And come to think of it, I was wondering some time ago, do I really have a life? Am I living, or just existing, as many a person (and many a blog) often tend to state...

I am still wondering.

I have a job I am rather fond of. I really like the work environment, and the work is quite good in most parts. So I devote about 12 hours everyday to it. I don't begrudge even a minute of it, this is what I want to do, I am a bit of a workaholic, and am not doing badly.

I do not read as many books as i would have liked to, I read a book every two months. That's about par for the course for a lower-middlebrow reader, i suppose. I scrounge the net for hours at end. Doing nothing useful, really. Just gathering useless information and doing useless analysis. I play scrabble. On isc.ro . Was more regular with that earlier.

I talk with my girlfriend. On the phone. It is tough to keep up a long distance relationship, and both of us are committed to making it work. Extensive phone calls are a requisite.

I talk to friends. Regularly. For long durations. Sometimes in person, and sometimes on the phone. My friends are spread all around the world, and this is totally required.

I go out wasting my life drinking with friends and colleagues often. Again, that is equivalent to wasting time.

I play fantasy football on the net, and post on a footballing mailing list. Am very serious about both.

I watch football, cricket, tennis, golf and to a lesser extent the WWE.

I follow the Indian Idol and (to a lesser extent) Star Amul Voice of India.

I download music and movies from the net.

I listen to a lot of music. I watch movies, some in the movie hall, and some on the DVD.

I sleep for 5 hours a day on weekdays and 10 hours on weekends.

[Edit: I forgot, I invest (mostly in Mutual Funds as of now, but will get seriously into dabbling in stocks soon), and spend a lot of time everyday tracking the stock market]

I don't do Salsa, I don't do guitaring (okay, I do play the guitar, but only on the weekend, and i don't take a course or anything), I don't do pottery, I don't do part-time jobs, I don't do French, German, or Spanish. I don't quiz anymore (and am a tad sad about that). I don't blog with any amount of regularity. Which shall change, thanks to Mo, and her comment on not to think of my blog as literary and write whenever and of whatever I feel like. She is doing the same, and doing a great job of it, honestly.

So, do I have a life? Honestly, no. But am I complaining? Hell no. Am doing a decent job at existing. Or whatever, I am happy.

Will try and live some other day.