It’s been a while since I wrote here, a couple of weeks, thanks to the many things changing around me. It’s another thing that I’m writing this piece at 6:30 AM on a Thursday morning, I clearly don’t have plans to go to work today – thanks to the cold.
The menu card had changed, it was a clumsy, colorful large laminated handout. The place hardly had any customers in there. The waiters had changed, the bartenders I knew were no longer working there and even the floor managers I knew weren’t to be seen anywhere. The items on the menu had changed and I could no longer order my regulars.
The fluttering wings woke me up this morning. She had returned, perched on the window grill, wanting to jump across …
I’ve even walked out of the examination hall, not finishing the paper, not bothering about marks lost. If I knew I’d pass, it was enough. I used to happily walk out of the hall to have breakfast or a smoke, may be.
“Too many minds. No mind” says Nobutada in the movie The Last Samurai
When I look at that pile of letters, the DVD collection, the stamps and coins I collected, the stack of audio casettes my parents collected, those old meaningful songs – Hindi, Kannada, ABBA, Metallica, Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple .. -, I certainly feel nostalgic.
The corporate world is ruthless in the way it functions. You ought to run with them if you want to succeed in your career. But, at what cost?
WordPress has been a great platform for me. Although it’s a blogging platform first, the fabulous WordPress Community acts as a social network. It’s a good parallel to the social networks like Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.
The role of the society in people’s personal lives is too intrusive, personal spaces are not respected and them young ‘uns are just expected to fall in line per the elders’ wishes.
And then I saw the girl with the dog walked past our house. That’s all she does in her life, I guess. May be she works somewhere, but whenever I see her she’s walking her dog in the neighborhood. She lives just up my street and has a granny who’s acquainted with Mum.
However, there is this guy called Dangling Pointer, a scary bastard who continues to exist even though he isn’t aware where he came from. Bastard, truly! He is stuck between life and death, he will never be killed for real unless someone pulls the plug, literally. Hand of God, eh?
B-ve is quite rare, only 1 in 67 or about 1.5% of the world’s population are part of this group. I decided never to say no to any case that demands my blood.
It’s funny that this rant of mine is actually playing out in my head as if the words are being spoken out loud by the very characters. That obviously means I’ve been watching way too much of the show, not that I can do much about it. I’m at the fag end of Season 9 and there are, like what, 32 more episodes to watch before I go insane and shoot myself?
So, I lost about 2k on the bicycle, about 5 days of vacation, INR 7000 for removing my teeth. I gained nothing out of any of this.
So when you accidentally hear these two parties discussing something about you, you tend to pay a little attention.
A milestone has been reached. 100 blog posts!
“You heard about Abhishek?” A friend asked me on phone. “He died, in an accident. His new wife, his brother-in-law …
I pulled out an old walking stick lying in the cupboard and tried helping him (the squirrel) gain his freedom. I was the young man with the stick, he was the oppressed, decked in grey, white and black, panicking, squeaking, protesting my foreign presence yet getting tangled more and more in the mesh of twigs.
Could I’ve managed it better? No. There’s no way out of this routine. Not until parents come back. Not until someone can cook your breakfast and dinner.
I could’ve been many things, but I didn’t become those. Not because I didn’t want to become any of those, but because I wanted to become all of those. And sticking to that line of thought, trying to be everything, I never paid enough attention to any single time.