Yes, Life’s
like that.
Time check: Dropped
on the road to pick up my car from The City Bar
Time check: Came
back to odd non-Sanskrit chants from the crowded by-lanes
Time check: Cried
my heart out to Extreme Make-overs Home edition (Yes … cry. There were children
and dogs. All you machismo totting ‘nay-Sayers’, real men cry and wear pink)
Time check: Sauntered
down the street hunting for food to eat (literally)
Time check: Got
ogled at by 15 something girls (yes .. I’m 30, I don’t have a paunch and my t-shirt
has form .. So?)
Time check: Got
ogled at by 20 something boys (Yes .. I have large arms, no they are not
implants and yes it’s shaved)
Time check: Found
out that dosas are not lunch
Time check: Thought
about posting the blog I wrote, but realized no one was going to understand and
pretend to like it anyway. Openly and secretly there would be talk about how I
write something a particular way to overcomplicate things (‘Dimwits! That’s how
I write!’)
Time check: Bought
a couple of ice-creams
Time check: Continued
crying to Extreme Make-overs on BBC
Time check: Wondered
why advertising agencies think that the only thing that can sell their products
is sex (and Indian television spots look dangerously close to American ones)
Time check: Answered
some angry ex-girlfriend messages, did not respond to several others
Time check: Wrote
something
Time check: Realized
how happy I am just being. Just … being.
And how I
need nothing.
Yes, Life IS
like that
