All I want is love.
My drink, yes, my alcoholic beverage, needs to be prepared a certain way to be perfect. I need an old-fashioned glass, with 3 cubes of ice, let me rephrase that, with 3 perfect cubes of ice. Then, we pour 30 ml of JD and then we top it with Coke.
How difficult is that?
Well, very.
Firstly, I am not that fussy, so, I can deal with a not perfect glass. But the ice. What’s with the ice!?
Exhibit A: small, tiny insipid cubes of ice floating around, melting too soon, ruining my drink.
Exhibit B: Giant cubes of ice that do not budge, and destroy the JD: Coke ratio. Chheh.
Exhibit C: Those fake ice cubes that are hollow! Now, if the Exhibit A situation needs to be fixed, I up the ice cubes and for Exhibit B I go easy on the ice. But these fake, pretentious cubes are hollow and not evidently so! How can one be sure of them being hollow from one peep into the ice bucket? Argh! Ruiners of all things beautiful and worth living for, I hate ‘em hollow ice cubes! Hate.
Then, we have the JD, which in my opinion, is a sweet smelling, beautiful, well-rounded drink that leaves one wanting more. More of oak, more of the hints of caramel and more luscious lipped kisses and copious amounts of love.
Coke. Coca Cola, not Pepsi, not Thums Up, not the premix shite, but Coca Cola. If you get this wrong, or worse, try and lie to me about it, I will kill you.
Now, SCOOT. Get me a JD and coke, with 3 ice cubes, please. :)
how to avoid evident demise?
No. We are not going to discuss death or life or how all of us will die one day and so, what’s the point of it all while you live. No, no. We are not going to ramble on about global warming or eternal damnation or impending doom/ Armageddon. The title just stands for the slow death of this place. Yes. This. Place. Or space. Call it what you will. Heh. It’s dying. And I know not how to revive it. Any ideas?
Well. We can quit job to ensure we write here. That won’t sit well with anyone, not even me, for the moneys are needed. So, we can just type whatever comes to mind. But nothing, absolutely nothing comes to mind. I can think of nothing to write about. I have stared at this “Add New Post” page and just continued staring till I got a call or had to get something done or the cab arrived to take me to office or home or somewhere away from here. Yes. We cannot write. How does one save a place like this without being able to write? Suggestions? Suggestions are welcome.
So, this state of intellectual dead has led to me resort myself to being on the receiving end. There’s work, there’s more work and then there’s no scope left for anything but bleh. So much so, that I am now obsessed with another sitcom, One Tree Hill. Yes, I’ve finished Sex and the City, How I met your mother, Gilmore Girls and 5 seasons of One Tree Hill. Yes, it’s disturbing. Yes, I read too, and watch movies as well. I need to watch Bruno and savour this collection of borrowed books. Despite all this, I cannot write. Each sitcom, each book, each movie is ridden with the idea of love, true love, the one… finding the right person, your soulmate for the night, for the month, or for life. I cannot write: how different would my words be from the gazillion words written on the subject already? Right?
I don’t want to do this anymore. I want to go home and crawl under the chaddar and sleep. The chaddar is white; it feels thinner every year and has ‘em frayed edges; it smells of comfort and safety. I am not ready to give it up yet.
sing sing
Today, yesterday seems forgotten. You smile as if yesterday never happened. I decided to let it go a long time ago. It slipped away, slowly and steadily, sometimes I had to push it away while holding on to you. I was always a terrible swimmer, you knew I couldn’t hold on for the both of us. You knew. And you jumped in anyway. What were you trying to do? Rescue me while I tried to save you? Didn’t we both just survive this? My heart was in the right place, all throughout yesterday. It was, all right.
Today, belongs to me. It does. And if you can’t pretend to smile or act like you are here today, please tell me how it ends. I need to stop traveling this road, I’ve done my time, I wish to sing along now, even if I don’t hit each note. So, smile for me. And smile with those eyes each time you feel yesterday lurking nearby.
anything for you.
I wish I could make you happier. I wish you would laugh with me, or at me, if you like. I wish to make you smile, not just at my witticisms and one-liners but at the world. A happy, happy smile. I would like to take you out for ice cream with toffee sauce in this gorgeous weather. I’ll pay, of course. Come, take my hand and lead me to your favourite store before it starts to pour again.
