Birthday Chills

And so another year has begun...
with my boss shouting ' Fast Start, Fast Start, we need closures by Q1 .' and all the rest of us hitching up our petticoats and patting our balls as the gender be....
and rushing off blindly, furtively in search of clients, who want to be left alone to recover from the New Year Blues.
2010, my 9th working year ....and i still don't know what my calling is :).
Some people flourish as parasites and i have a feeling that i belong to that genre, however since fate has not given me the opportunity to watch my toe nails grow, here i am sad and frowny rushing off into another year ...
I just spent my birthday is a cold banquet hall in fog ridden Daaalhi, with exactly
1 friend who is also a fellow employee of the meat packing firm where i work,
1 red haired client, who boasted of being a CIO, CFO and CEO all rolled into one.
2 toothy grinning hotel staff,
2 leering sales boys and
2 unemployable yokels from the event management agency.
As i bent over to cut my cake ,a moment of epiphany..
If only i could take that knife and plunge it straight through my heart , how much happier i would be ....
However i heard the populace burst into ,' Happy Barday TOOO You,' and i looked at my friend.Her eyes , like the Leonard Cohen song mirrored my thoughts'
'Yes,' said my ego.' even you, could have it better !'
That fateful day had begun extremely well, with all flights getting delayed(I was rushing off to Delhi for a seminar), presenters threatening to stalk home , customers not being able to navigate through the fog...
As the fog garnered shape and permanency, and i bit my nails at the airport, i got calls from friends and ex lovers.
Ex lover 1 said- Hey you have some lovely snaps on Facebook, could you if u don't mind , change the security settings of our 'fun in the sun' pics to one person only, my girl friend you know, don't want to upset her with my past follies ..
Ex Lover 2 smsed,' Happy Birthday my darling, I shall always remember you..,' or something equally banal.'
To which i typed back,' Thank You.'
This was immediately followed by a message which said,
Who is This ? and then
Thank You for What? and then
Don't ever message again.......
I thought this particular young man must be on the needle..and then chamka..
Of Course it must be the wife going through the Sent Items ....:)...
As another friend recently remarked,
Being a husband is not a status ,it is a position and my buddies was obviously Not On Top :)
My ex husband sent me an entire email..which was completely blank and astutely observed in the subject line, in capitals...'Happy Birthday..Your old.' :)
He always did catch on fast ....!
Moral of the story is not that I have made dating jerks a fine art form, but i obviously could author a short story collection called,' Still Looking for my balls.'
However yesterday was drowned in cocktails and sunshine, and February will hopefully bring new leaves and better tidings...
Today, i contort myself into unattainable yoga positions, i think of ....well the pain doesn't really allow u a lot of room to think..however the words which drift in the january wind strums like this...

I am being followed by a moonshadow ,
moonshadow, moonshadow
Leaping and hopping on a moonshadow ,
moonshadow, moonshadow