Cold Grey February

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