Can’t get any worse can it? Nothing happening on the professional front…I got an internship after a 4-month wait and a 6-month extension relies on the unveiling of my genius. Crank crank…work dammit! Aah but My love life…my love life you said? I’m a noname lover. Not here not there…wallowing in a quart of uncertainity and ideal convenience spiked with question marks of what ‘am I now?’ as it's fermenting into something else altogether. Limbo ain't always a bad place. Actually, what the fuck, I pick holes in it only once a month...it's the kinda relationship tween a toothpick and a fleck of food hiding in those ridges...you know you can pick it all out. You take your time about it and it doesn't hurt when it's wedged in either...it happens all the time, you don't stop eating. Escalating expenditure has my parents asking me to account. It’s me for Christ sake! No, it’s not that the simplest of calculations elude me; it’s just that I’m a complication addict. I spend on petty things like calls. Calls to my friends mind you but I end up staying mum anyways. I’m an inexplicably clean person who can spring an instantaneous thought in anyone of ‘Is she on something?’
There has to be the goat, the scapegoat, something to point to, something to purge yourself off on, some unheard of planet sending psychedelic rays to my being and successfully twisting my gray cells into greater vices, or Feng shui or Vaastu; by the way Ma can I have a potted cactus on a ledge of styrofoam next to my headrest, 4 inches on all sides, at a right angle to my head and sloped at 45 degrees pointed at my footrest? But I choose my college C to barf on. My expensive mistake that shall go down in columns, or biography or most probably my autobiography when I make it big! Thanks to the potted plant! (‘Unaddled’ my brains with a bang!)
My woe of Rs. 1,40,000 + Rs. 5,000 x 18 months + Rs 300 x 18 months has dunked me with a couple of surprising things, all intangible like all education is supposed to be, things I’m happy about, stuff I’m happy I’ve discovered. Here’s the jumbled blessing of fate and circumstance:
- A good friend to my shrinking-by-definitions friends circle – J. Sharp, cherubic devil, tipsy over the slightest signs of delightful things, terribly cute, and yeah all those things that go into a good friend, always around…always.
- One kickass partner when it comes to brainstorming – V my Pandi. My unassuming genious! The moron who doesn’t know what she’s about but can unearth brands and strategies and trigger you off simultaneously. She ain’t diplomatic she’s so fucking giving! Space and spaced out...god I love her!
- Branding concepts and strategies. Yep, the apriori put in words
- A winning ad pitch
- Brilliant strategies for NEPAD, an organisation V and I grew to love passionately. I still believe we could’ve won (‘cept that we forgot G8 was behind it?) And that brings me to my next point…
- Indians are freaking geniouses! We’re supertechy compared to the rest of the world ‘cept for those inscrutable Indians all over ze world
- That I am a supertechy
- That I can live with new people, that I wouldn’t exactly ever be the hermit crab
- That I can go without food for a week
- There are so many things I can do without, like coffee every evening, breakfast, toothpaste
- Space and choices and never afflicted with the Hamlet syndrome
- The hallucinating effect of running money
- People who aren’t all tamilians or malayalis
- 1gb of songs
- A pair of Platypus like flat chappals. It is intangible…comfort is!
Rs. 2,35,400 plus miscellaneous expenses and all the above…tis been worthwhile in its own weird ass way methinks.
1 comment:
Hee hee...
Sometimes can't help but wonder if Jack Nicholson's character in 'As Good As It Gets' is right.
As his shrink insists he sticks to his appointment timings, he walks out to the waiting room, loudly protesting, looks at all the people waiting, and says "What if this is as good as it gets?"
Oddly reassuring but very scary. Who wants to settle for enough?
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