The dusk stares at my tired face. Sultry, I describe it and frown. It frowns back. “Sultry, I am” it snaps back. Having wanted to avoid the traffic, I take a different route only to realise that congestion is any day better than an unwanted bumping into a certain someone at the signal. Exchange pleasantries, long times, fake smiles all at the traffic signal and finally ride back home at Turtle’s speed.
Nothing, absolutely nothing on mind, and I am quite surprised to know that I can keep my dear mind off thinking too!
Today, however needs some rambling
Act 1: Accept to work Over-Time. Forget my password. Purpose of the day spoilt
Act 2: Due to Act 1, work a little Over Over-Time and freak out!
Act 3: Fake a smile, get caught, and bluff.
Act 4: Walk into Fruit Shop, alone, sip Ice Cold Chocolate, watch people around having fun. (I have always revelled in the thought that I can manage many things on my own, INCLUDING Coffee. As screwed as today was, for the first time, I admit, I’d wanted company. And so bad it felt for I’d thought I’d become stoic after September last, and found that I am not so after all!) *One of the Ten Worst feelings ever
Act 5: I’m tired, a little more than that, actually, snooze, wake up to watch a pair of Albatross’ dance. Heavenly!
Act 6: Cook for myself, forced to eat
Act 7 : Type nonsense on the blog
I declare this day as the most errr...I don’t know.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Bleh!
The focal point of a write need not always be a particular incident; ‘nothing’ could stem a write too! However there should be something accountable and responsible for the same. So, this is attributed to a ‘not-so-busy’ day at work. A sleepless previous night did not, as I’d thought it would, put me off to sleep at office, surprisingly. Off on Monday, Permission on Tuesday have made the week seem a nice one not only because of shortening the span but (also) for the very reason that I was at home (read shopping) on Monday and for half of the next day.
While I was at it I’d come to a few conclusions like T.Nagar stands a fair chance of being nominated as Hell, 4 year olds cannot be convinced as easily, though I crib over not having got that perfect cup of Filter Kaapi, it doesn’t take me too long to realise that Bru is a good substitute as well, and Public transport is not that bad- I can survive on a PTC bus just as well, for more than an hour, mind you.
And a few resolutions like not to take a 4 year old for shopping unless you have a very healthy wallet, never to step out of the house without a bottle of Pureit water, to keep the phone switched off in order to avoid ‘unnecessary calls’, to give T.Nagar a miss, completely; Anna Nagar is good enough.
* It certainly did not feel good to be asked to work on 2 files EOD by a certain someone, who, thanks to Technology, you get to know after signing into FB, has updated her status message as ‘off to the Casino’, while the original reason she’d cited was ‘other work’. However after all that shopping it felt great and blessed to be sitting behind my desk.
* Though I’d gotten annoyed over how the kid tried my patience at every shop we walked into, trust me, I’d still stand by what I’d already said, Shopping for a girl Child is Sheer Joy! Moreso when all you can see in her is a reflection of yourself!
* Sleepless completely! At two in the night, suddenly I smell Petrichor, there’s lightning, and thunder, and I wonder is this really Chennai? A gift, you send, incognito.
* You know it’s Summer when you look at all those full sleeved clothes and ask yourself what on earth made me buy all these and ironically end up wearing the same everytime you go out. (The previous day’s sleeveless Kurta Experience was bad enough)
* Being trusted too much, so much so that five people walk up to you and vent their problems does put you in a queasy state. Gives pleasure as well, but makes you question yourself if you really deserve to be trusted! And then with a wave of the hand discard it. Atleast it doesn’t give you the awkward feeling of having to know that you are the only one sitting inside the Pub with a Strawberry Milkshake in hand! Didn’t someone say you can get drunk on milk too?
While I was at it I’d come to a few conclusions like T.Nagar stands a fair chance of being nominated as Hell, 4 year olds cannot be convinced as easily, though I crib over not having got that perfect cup of Filter Kaapi, it doesn’t take me too long to realise that Bru is a good substitute as well, and Public transport is not that bad- I can survive on a PTC bus just as well, for more than an hour, mind you.
And a few resolutions like not to take a 4 year old for shopping unless you have a very healthy wallet, never to step out of the house without a bottle of Pureit water, to keep the phone switched off in order to avoid ‘unnecessary calls’, to give T.Nagar a miss, completely; Anna Nagar is good enough.
* It certainly did not feel good to be asked to work on 2 files EOD by a certain someone, who, thanks to Technology, you get to know after signing into FB, has updated her status message as ‘off to the Casino’, while the original reason she’d cited was ‘other work’. However after all that shopping it felt great and blessed to be sitting behind my desk.
* Though I’d gotten annoyed over how the kid tried my patience at every shop we walked into, trust me, I’d still stand by what I’d already said, Shopping for a girl Child is Sheer Joy! Moreso when all you can see in her is a reflection of yourself!
* Sleepless completely! At two in the night, suddenly I smell Petrichor, there’s lightning, and thunder, and I wonder is this really Chennai? A gift, you send, incognito.
* You know it’s Summer when you look at all those full sleeved clothes and ask yourself what on earth made me buy all these and ironically end up wearing the same everytime you go out. (The previous day’s sleeveless Kurta Experience was bad enough)
* Being trusted too much, so much so that five people walk up to you and vent their problems does put you in a queasy state. Gives pleasure as well, but makes you question yourself if you really deserve to be trusted! And then with a wave of the hand discard it. Atleast it doesn’t give you the awkward feeling of having to know that you are the only one sitting inside the Pub with a Strawberry Milkshake in hand! Didn’t someone say you can get drunk on milk too?
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