This month has been pathetic so far…
First pathetic thing to happen, a very pretty gold and platinum chain I lose…did I mention... it had a very pretty pendant on it. I wanted to wear it for a friend's wedding, but I lost it enroute. This is something that happens to only ME. This happened on the same day that our car got broken into on Residency Club Road(or whatever it is called). This happened on the 2nd of Feb.
Today, 8th Feb, just six days after my terrible loss, tragedy struck again. My quite new Nokia 6300 gets stolen from my work station. I went up to the terrace of my office for a team photograph and when I get back…poof!!! It has vanished. First I thought it was someone’s sick idea of a joke so I quizzed friends and all, frisked pockets too. But no, no one has it.
I called up Idea(because they can change my life) they have some stupid tracker technology that helps you find stolen things.But for that you have to go to the nearest police station, file an FIR, then go to the nearest Idea showroom and then only then will they help you. Dumb people. Wouldn’t the thief throw out the SIM card by then?
Anyway the phone is gone, the numbers of all the people are gone, and everything is lost.
A consoling man told me that it’s good I’m losing all these expensive things because something terrible is going to happen to me… and my lousy fate is transferred to these non entities. So my pathetic fate has to be paid for by these innocent things.
This is so like real life though.
And what... someone gave me grey clay to play with so I made two roses…they look quite nice. (I revel in depression, my artistic sensibilities are heightened) roses?... It’s the perfect colour for this so called stupid cupid month-GREY!
Anyway chain gone, phone gone, what else? And it’s only the 8th day of this month. 20 days to go….
At this rate, I think I was Hitler in my previous birth, who caused the genocide of innocent Jews. My karma decides to catch up on me now when I don’t run a state or country, where I’m a woman struggling in still quite a manly world, and I have no inherited wealth. Way to go… until my next blog.
Till then I stare at grey roses…and if by any chance you read this (the one who’s working this black magic on me.) Stop I give... I’ll do whatever you want, I’m sorry if I’ve offended you in any way. I didn’t mean to.
Yours sorrowfully till February ends,
J
Friday, February 8, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
Washing Up
It’s so easy to slip between the sheets, cradle a book, eat something nice, sip on some hot coffee and then drift into a pleasant dream.
It’s so easy to drive twenty minutes to a hill, sit on a swivel chair, peck at a keyboard, get served some tea, and leave when you decide to call it a day.
It’s easy to ignore the fact that you are getting really fat from too much inertia, it’s easy to ignore the fact that you should probably have a bath or brush your teeth at least. It’s even easier to close your eyes and fall asleep.
But then… the book will finish some day, the crumbs of food will eventually bother you, and the unwashed coffee cup- in its time, will scowl at you long enough for you to kick off your blanket (even though reluctantly) pick it up and wash it. Oh yes! The dream… that ends too.
Its easy to ignore the nip of an uncomfortable feeling, and even easier to move through the day from one cup of tea to the other, oblivious to the fast-paced pecking sounds, buzzing conversations, and the movement in and out of boardrooms. It’s easy to the power of infinity to pay no attention to the sounds of steady footsteps advancing, especially when you do not know where forward is.
What’s not easy, however, is to acknowledge the scowl, what’s tougher is moving your leg to kick off the blanket, and the toughest is stepping on the cold floor and washing up that cup.
Its easy, they say to slip into a comfort zone and be… and who better to lend credibility to that than me. I have detested change... mostly.
Change makes me uncomfortable. Giving up the route you take and the path you follow to make it to your spot; that breeds a certain familiarity that forms a warm comfortable sheath of gooey goodness, like melted hot chocolate on a warm, soft doughnut. Sweet, delectable and yet quite unhealthy as your staple diet.
This is always true, whether it’s a shift in your job, home or relationship. Change though, pushes you… to aim higher and work harder. It awakens the little cells in your body and brain that were feeling a little left out and had almost gone off to sleep.
Change, is inevitable, and most of the times it’s quite good.
It’s so easy to drive twenty minutes to a hill, sit on a swivel chair, peck at a keyboard, get served some tea, and leave when you decide to call it a day.
It’s easy to ignore the fact that you are getting really fat from too much inertia, it’s easy to ignore the fact that you should probably have a bath or brush your teeth at least. It’s even easier to close your eyes and fall asleep.
But then… the book will finish some day, the crumbs of food will eventually bother you, and the unwashed coffee cup- in its time, will scowl at you long enough for you to kick off your blanket (even though reluctantly) pick it up and wash it. Oh yes! The dream… that ends too.
Its easy to ignore the nip of an uncomfortable feeling, and even easier to move through the day from one cup of tea to the other, oblivious to the fast-paced pecking sounds, buzzing conversations, and the movement in and out of boardrooms. It’s easy to the power of infinity to pay no attention to the sounds of steady footsteps advancing, especially when you do not know where forward is.
What’s not easy, however, is to acknowledge the scowl, what’s tougher is moving your leg to kick off the blanket, and the toughest is stepping on the cold floor and washing up that cup.
Its easy, they say to slip into a comfort zone and be… and who better to lend credibility to that than me. I have detested change... mostly.
Change makes me uncomfortable. Giving up the route you take and the path you follow to make it to your spot; that breeds a certain familiarity that forms a warm comfortable sheath of gooey goodness, like melted hot chocolate on a warm, soft doughnut. Sweet, delectable and yet quite unhealthy as your staple diet.
This is always true, whether it’s a shift in your job, home or relationship. Change though, pushes you… to aim higher and work harder. It awakens the little cells in your body and brain that were feeling a little left out and had almost gone off to sleep.
Change, is inevitable, and most of the times it’s quite good.
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