I hate celebrating birthdays and anniversaries. It reminds me of the years passing by, and unachieved goals and targets.
I hear that the Government plans to shift the commencement of the financial year from April to January. I do not know what hidden motives lie behind that, and which budgeting base would glorify their performance.
The only day that I would like to celebrate, lies beyond the 366-day span of time, defined by civilization. The calendar rebels and runs, refusing to play into my hands. Its existence is at stake.
All that matters is the number of words that I write in a day. I would so love to have a ReWrite the Calendar Day.