Random thought #31072009
XYZ is so modest, so down-to-earth!, that’s why I like her/him. You know s/he picks up her/his own prints from the printer! He carries her/his own laptop bag!
Did you hear about ABC? Fucker makes her/his driver come upstairs and carry her/his laptop bag. Oh and the other day, s/he was standing at the coffee machine, picked up a cup, but saw and office boy and that’s it!, s/he threw away the cup and asked the office boy to get him tea.
A rich and/or successful and/or powerful person is revered; such a person’s ability to remain grounded is spoken of in awed tones. What is interesting to note is that such a person is also allowed to thrive as a feudal lord: strutting around arrogantly, ordering people, throwing files, disrespecting one and all. No one says a word to such choots. Not a single word. People actually want to be like them. What the hell happened to the world? Did I miss a memo? *Sigh*
We drown.
So very slowly, surreptitiously you escape me.
Soft smoke twirls travesties in the dead of the night,
Orange spots trailing you, following me, dancing.
You silently slither away, your footsteps unheard,
Dissolving, dissuading a million words, many pleas.
Moisture clings to her eyes, damp, sorry eyes.
Silver spins a web across the dark skies, waiting,
For a grey, another beautiful dark prey to strike.
Writhing and crying in pain, threatening to drown us all.
You shrug, you smirk and walk off to your shelter?
Suddenly, the world sinks around me, silently, helplessly.
Smoke dissipates, bright embers die a hopeless death… I sigh.
Suck a toe!
If another person calls me, asks me if I’m busy, receives an affirmative and continues to ask me for help, I will hang up on them. I. DON’T. CARE. ANYMORE.
If another person asks me if I’ve lost or put on weight, I’ll punch his/her face in. Then I’ll ask them, “Have you hurt yourself?”
If another person gives me some ridiculously stupid lecture on quitting smoking, I will stub my cigarette out on them. I KNOW it’s bad for me. I KNOW THAT. But I LIKE it. Just like you like to annoy the fuck out of me, when YOU know it’s bad for you.
Yes, I have an ear infection. Yes, it hurts. Yes, I went to the doctor. Yes, I am on anti-biotics. Yes, that’s why I’m speaking on the speaker phone. Yes, it hurts. Yes, I am very busy, thankyouverymuch.
For the nth time, leave me alone. Go suck a toe or somethin’.
An engagement, a trip to the hills II
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- Lunch menu.
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- The view!
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- The Bar.
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- A drink for you, ma’am?
You can read part I here. Now, read part II.
We had with us the gorgeous black Swift, whose number plate announced my birthday to one and all! The car is not mine and it’s a coincidence that my friend got this number! Well, we were ready for the road and for some quiet time…
The plan: lunch at Naldehra Golf Course and a drink or two.
But as it’s tough to stick to plans when you are holidaying, we were a little late for lunch. It took us over an hour to reach Naldehra and we were starving, with no lunch options. We spotted a little Women’s Cooperative shop – the Government gave them a rent free shop and subsidised wool, so they sold adorable woollens and whatever arts and crafts they fancied. They also had a little dhaba, where they were selling home-cooked food! Instead of begging for snacks at the Golf Course Bar, we decided to eat there! And did we eat! We ate makki ki roti and saag, aaloo ki sabzi and tawa rotis… they even treated us to sidu – a steamed dumpling made of flour and stuffed with a tiny amount of sesame seeds – with ghee! It was yummehh! For dessert, we were served patandas – thin crepes made with flour, served with shakar – jaggery and ghee! It was one of the most amazing meals I’ve had…
We then decided we needed that drink. We walked to the Golf Course Bar and you can see the view… the gorgeous wooden cabin… it started to pour! We needed that whisky. The smell of cedar wood and fresh pine was the perfect accompaniment to a delicious glass of whisky and water. We drank and stared at the golf course, the rain… the write up declaring how Lord Curzon fell in love with Naldehra and decided to build a golf course there. In 1905, the golf course was built… in some such year, his daughter was born and he named her Naldehra! Poor kid. So, the VAT69 with water and the mint tea for some… was savoured to the very last drop.
Well… if you ever go to Shimla, please visit Naldehra… It is a day well spent. It relaxes, calms and rests you and your soul. It does… Some people stay at ‘em ‘Chalets’ or resorts. I would’ve too, just for ‘em views, but we were headed to Chail the next day…
Sick child in the city…!
If I’m stressed out or work on ‘em laptops for too long, my back starts to give up on me. The only cure is stretching and resting and pain killers. I can’t even do strenuous weight loss exercises.
I also managed to hurt my knee twice or thrice. One was an auto accident, the others were me being me. Now, they tell me, that the knee cap shifted and settled and is slowly eroding as it did not settle where it was supposed to. The only cure? Calcium. One stupid, annoying exercise. No heels.
I am also susceptible to ear/ throat infection and start running a high fever with it. This happens whenever the season changes. The cure is ignoring it. If it gets worse, resting and anti-biotics.
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Right now, my knee is killing me, my left ear is throbbing in pain (and it doesn’t feel like a usual ear infection) and I cannot focus on anything but the fact that my left ear, my left part of the jaw (?), my head, my neck HURT.
Now, I am sick of taking sick leave. The rest/ doing nothing is not what sickens me, it’s the “oh really?”, the disbelief, the fake “take cares”, followed by the jokes when I’m well again and in office. The fuck up is, if I were not me, I wouldn’t believe me either. Or would I? Would you?
