Will we ever leave?
Delhi is burning. We work in air conditioned buildings, breathing re-cycled air, sipping not-so-nice coffee and staring at our office laptops typing emails and creating documents and calling on people’s extensions. Delhi is burning and I am heading for a burn out. The phone rings constantly, the cell phone rings too, the emails don’t stop and it’s too hot to do anything over the weekend. It’s not like I didn’t try. I did. I lost it within an hour of being in CP (I had some work to do, I don’t usually step out at 1 pm on Saturdays when it’s 44 degrees out there) (Oh! Celsius).
Of course, I had to have Butterscotch milkshake from Keventer’s and a chicken patty from Wenger’s, it’s a tradition/ ritual of sorts when visiting CP. The milkshakes are to die for, they are Rs 25 for a big big bottle of whatever flavour you want and the chicken patty is now Rs 33 but it’s still the same chicken mince stuffing and this lovely golden brown… such much love! This consumption helped only with the energy burst… My face was bright red (thanks to the sun, sunscreen never works), I was finishing bottle after packaged bottle of water, and repeating anything stupid or funny being said by passers-by. The brother pushed me away from people and closer to shoes. I am proud to say that I finally bought something purple and red in the same day. I also picked up books… Murakami and Kureishi… Sigh.
Nothing can be done about this, this insane delayed-monsoon-crazy-angry-summer situation! We have fucked over nature so much that now we have to suffer… but was it really our fault? Why can’t nature punish the ones who fucked up? Why us? The air conditioner cannot be on all day right? Right? Gah! We are dehydrated… it feels like the onset of a hangover 24/7. What we need is a summer vacation. No, not annual leave. We should just stop functioning. Hibernate but in very cool, dark places. Heh.
Delhi is burning. I am working on the edge. Nowhere is safe anymore! Nothing is a respite anymore! I want to smile. I want to laugh. I want to not have nightmares about the stage collapsing at some event we are organising and being blamed for it! I don’t want Excel to be personified in my dreams as the bad guy! I want a pedicure and a manicure while sipping on JD and coke. I want to run back to the hills, rent a small place and stay there for a long long time. I want to come back here only when they promise me a good Delhi winter.
Heh!
Academia as per Calvin.
*paraphrased from dictionaries.
Black.
She looked at me suspiciously, peered into my upturned face and exhaled freshly inhaled smoke out of the corner of her mouth. She took a very deep breath, pulled herself up to her full height and began…
It is darker than darkness, it is viscous and shiny black, it is soft… so very soft and black… a deep, dark, hungry black. It consumes every ounce of light, every speck of life, every bit of you and so much of me. It slithers and slides through the doors, through the laughter, through the pain. It sneaks up on you when you least expect it. It stays, it settles down, it rests in the dark corners after it has had its fill. It waits for light to shine, eyes to smile, people to forget how it’s been waiting… waiting patiently, lazily… for quite some time now.
Without realising what I was saying, I whispered, don’t my eyes match that black?
… better late than never?
Today is apparently the happiest day of the year! Read more here.
Have a Happy Friday! Shouldn’t be too tough when you’re just a few hours away from lazy Saturday mornings eh? So, go have some happiness! You can buy it too! They serve it on ice… and for some, they serve it fried. Here’s to the good stuff that we slog for all week, every week, week after week…!
Have a good weekend… and tell me, honestly, do these scientists make sense?
