How is it that some things happen only to me? Like on a Friday I leave early.. which is 7PM from office only to find that the bus to my place is late. And also that I'm the only one waiting for that bus that day, which usually is brimming with ppl by 6.55. :
What does the Rain god have against me? I really need to know. Saturday I dont wash anything and the Sun shines down on my head trying to sap out all energy out of me. Sunday I wash all clothes, including a jean and it gets cloudy even before I finish washing. Worse, if God Varuna forgets his job when I wash, the crows are already there with their stomachs full and waiting for me to dry my clothes! Aaargh! Are there any crow-repellent washing powders here?
How in the hell did my dentist find a place in Perambur, all the way down in Perambur, I mean.. so damn far in Perambur. No wait, how the hell, did I find a dentist who is soooo damn far away in Perambur? Wait.. who found out this place called Perambur? No wait.. who ever found out braces? or better dentists? or bad teeth?.. I can go on and on... (gaye kaam se.. is baar sachi mein pagal ban gayi :'( )
Tomorrow is Monday! Sigh!
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Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
What do you think?
Disclaimer: This post is an absolute ridiculous rant. Readers discretion is advised. (Read at your own risk)
...... Sometimes you just sit there staring into the space with unseeing eyes. (Ofcourse there is always going to be someone who waves infront of you, and brings you out of whatever train of thought was going on.. ). But believe me, then is when we really start thinking, in between the short pauses and sudden lulls in the conversation. In a noisy bus with one guy leaning over you, and 3 other fat ladies trying to make a sandwich-burger combination. You just let go, and you stare straight into the space.
At exactly that moment, you might think about what you really were aiming at, but slowly you move into the state, when you start thinking what you really are.. what you really mean here.. what you would want yourselves to be.
Of course, these are the most difficult answers and yes, just when you try to understand yourselves, the lady who tried to be the topmost bread in the sandwich shouts something to the lady in the far end of the bus, jerking the 10 ppl around her out of their sleep. And there goes the train of thought, to the next station leaving you right there..
Then, it all starts all over again.
But then, when you have a great chat with some of your friends and share everything you ever wanted to, it seems more clear. But, even then.. you just never get there.. never get it..
That is the real mystery of Life..
...... Sometimes you just sit there staring into the space with unseeing eyes. (Ofcourse there is always going to be someone who waves infront of you, and brings you out of whatever train of thought was going on.. ). But believe me, then is when we really start thinking, in between the short pauses and sudden lulls in the conversation. In a noisy bus with one guy leaning over you, and 3 other fat ladies trying to make a sandwich-burger combination. You just let go, and you stare straight into the space.
At exactly that moment, you might think about what you really were aiming at, but slowly you move into the state, when you start thinking what you really are.. what you really mean here.. what you would want yourselves to be.
Of course, these are the most difficult answers and yes, just when you try to understand yourselves, the lady who tried to be the topmost bread in the sandwich shouts something to the lady in the far end of the bus, jerking the 10 ppl around her out of their sleep. And there goes the train of thought, to the next station leaving you right there..
Then, it all starts all over again.
But then, when you have a great chat with some of your friends and share everything you ever wanted to, it seems more clear. But, even then.. you just never get there.. never get it..
That is the real mystery of Life..
Friday, January 2, 2009
A New Beginning
A new year, a new place, and a new blog!
I must say this is the first time so many news things are happening to me. Well.. so what was I going to write about? Ah.. yes! Nope! This is not about the philosophy of the newness of a new year or if a new thing is really new or just a perception. Just read on.. if you are really patient or really jobless.
Well, on the first day of the new year I shifted into a house, after some 8 odd years of hostel life!
And I already feel as though I'm free, free of cramped spaces in hostels, free from looking at 10-50 odd faces ( depending on the hostel) which keep changing when those faces find new places or new faces find this hostel; free from having to get up early for a glass of milk ( Now if you have completely perforated finger-nails, and teeth that seem to get washed away even as u drink water, you really need that source of calcium); free from eating the same idly-dosa-pongal-idly-dosa routine; free from having to put up with noisy roommates, free, free... free!
Now I know you must be thinking, this girl acts as though she just ran away from a jail! Hostel can be fun too! I agree with you completely on that. But on one point I hate to differ. It is no fun at all, if you have to stay in hostel for 8 odd years of your life. And if by fate all the hostels were not so much fun, if all the hostel wardens you encountered had just been reincarnated from the Jurassic Park, if the TVs in all these hostels were junk where you'd just get the same sun TV-Jaya TV-Kalaignar TV and the like and nothing more. (Till when can you watch the same song or movie again and again?).
One thing that I really missed all these years in a hostel was solitude! There are times when you want to stay away from all the hubbub and have some time alone with you and your thoughts. But in hostels in exactly those times, there will always be a gaggle of girls ( yeah, I meant 'gaggle') bursting in , chatting (more like shouting) about some crap which means a lot only for them. There goes that great effort to find some peace of mind!
So after all these long years in hostels, now that i've moved into a house, I hope I enjoy this change for the better (I hope)!
For those of you who are still here to read this line! Thankee! :D
I must say this is the first time so many news things are happening to me. Well.. so what was I going to write about? Ah.. yes! Nope! This is not about the philosophy of the newness of a new year or if a new thing is really new or just a perception. Just read on.. if you are really patient or really jobless.
Well, on the first day of the new year I shifted into a house, after some 8 odd years of hostel life!
And I already feel as though I'm free, free of cramped spaces in hostels, free from looking at 10-50 odd faces ( depending on the hostel) which keep changing when those faces find new places or new faces find this hostel; free from having to get up early for a glass of milk ( Now if you have completely perforated finger-nails, and teeth that seem to get washed away even as u drink water, you really need that source of calcium); free from eating the same idly-dosa-pongal-idly-dosa routine; free from having to put up with noisy roommates, free, free... free!
Now I know you must be thinking, this girl acts as though she just ran away from a jail! Hostel can be fun too! I agree with you completely on that. But on one point I hate to differ. It is no fun at all, if you have to stay in hostel for 8 odd years of your life. And if by fate all the hostels were not so much fun, if all the hostel wardens you encountered had just been reincarnated from the Jurassic Park, if the TVs in all these hostels were junk where you'd just get the same sun TV-Jaya TV-Kalaignar TV and the like and nothing more. (Till when can you watch the same song or movie again and again?).
One thing that I really missed all these years in a hostel was solitude! There are times when you want to stay away from all the hubbub and have some time alone with you and your thoughts. But in hostels in exactly those times, there will always be a gaggle of girls ( yeah, I meant 'gaggle') bursting in , chatting (more like shouting) about some crap which means a lot only for them. There goes that great effort to find some peace of mind!
So after all these long years in hostels, now that i've moved into a house, I hope I enjoy this change for the better (I hope)!
For those of you who are still here to read this line! Thankee! :D
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