Do not be mistaken/relived by what you read next, there is still a lot of preaching left in me. I still haven’t talked about my favorite “don’t try to fix your parents” yet, but it will be unfortunate for little things to go undocumented/un-journal-ed. Also, I am taking this chance to tell you all that I am secretly angry that no one reminded me to write about all this yet. So much has been happening.
- This is no news, everyone is getting married. So welcome to introduction to adult problems 101, one of my friends is getting forced into meeting girls for marriage. To help him derive some fun out of it, I helped him stalk these girls on social media. In the spirit of fairness and justice, we decided to first stalk ourselves and set standards. Then stalk the girls and see if the shaadi girls fit. To cut a long story short, you are going to see me share a lot more of my political opinions and favorite music on Facebook, deal with it.
- Yesterday I felt at peace at home and was extremely aware of it. I was reading my book on the couch. P was sleeping on the other one. Taz was home. The home was clean. The fridge was full of food, the stomach of fruits and curd. We have even managed to stop the fridge from freezing everything to solid ice. (tip: use thermocol) But the peace really scared me, well impermanence, insecurity, and whatnot. So I played an offensive Honey Singh song and celebrated being away from everything that the song signifies. When the song was over P hit me over my head really hard, to symbolize the end of bad things for the day, then I continued reading.
- There is a minimum of 2 thousand mosquitoes in my room right now. I have never hated a living being this much. Except for the useless Taz, the insect befriender, the double-crosser, the traitor! Imagine I put cat photos on Instagram for him!
- I am not the biggest fan of driving, but I love the freedom it grants a person. So when I decide to go somewhere far, I plug an earphone into my right ear and play the playlist I made for traffic-ridden roads. It has nice-ish songs that I know the words to but am not bored of yet. I think ‘Suha Saha’ from Highway is so underrated. I get to sing out loud when I drive. Assuming no one can hear outside my helmet. I think I am the happiest person on the road then, apart from the couples getting some action on the footpath. But only when I drive. At every signal, I go mute and spend the 60-105 seconds wishing I was Shreya Ghoshal. Imagine just humming, by the way, and taking people’s breath away, then acting like it was not a big deal. Much better than burping loudly or asking someone where the petrol pump is. Then driving away casually, still humming. I have the ‘no big deal’ face practiced and ready.
- I cannot stop listening to Ludovico Einaudi’s I Giorni and all the tracks that autoplay on Youtube after that.
- This photo is from Feb when I bought watermelon and green apple lollipops and berry chocolates for people under the excuse of Valentine’s day.
- Last Friday, I watched Befikre and gave myself a pedicure, even putting the nice smelling facemask P owns on me. This Friday, I watched The dictator, only because The Namesake is not available online anywhere, and ate kaadhi chawal. That is what has become of my Friday nights. The only party in my life is the disco-light emitting bulb over the staircase that we keep on at night for the cat.
- I was called ‘verbose’ twice this week and I am beginning to worry about it. I have never felt SO conscious/miserly of the words I use.
- I had a kitchen experience, the end picture of which looked like this: me standing on the kitchen counter instructing P to move the spoon to a little right not left and back, as she stood blindly in front of the old-age stove that stands 2 inches too high off her eyesight. I am sparing you the longish story that is more suitable for lunch tables, for which I was offered a CC TV camera as a housewarming gift. Who is verbose now?
