I thought I’d write a funny post. I thought I’ll make fun of an obnoxious quality. I thought I’d just make fun.
I stopped. I looked at myself in the mirror.
I can barely type with the laughing in my head.
Amen.
A Good Read
One Night @ The Call Center by Chetan Bhagat.
It’s not a great book, but yeah, definitely something there.
Oh and Chennai’s still hot. Apparently, the rain hasn’t cooled the place down…. Oh well..
Amen.
Funny, yet very disturbing.
The Surprise.
These were words he thought he would never need to say.
The memory of the twenty years he spent with her was the only time he could remember. Of course, they’d have their share of problems. He wouldn’t understand her and she wouldn’t understand him. He would say mean things to her and she would respond with equal cynicism. She prayed for him and he secretly would pray for her. He would wait for her at her office while she kept apologizing on their way back. She would do nice things for him; he enjoyed the bed coffee the most. They would fight and in the end both of them would end up crying. When she annoyed him, he’d walk away. When he annoyed her, she’d sit down and try to ignore him. He hated shopping with her and she hated going alone. They’d talk about future, and she’d talk only about his. What he should do, what he shouldn’t and sometimes even bet on what he would do, that’s all she talked about. When her turn came, she’d just smile and say “never mind”.
He was now sitting in a bus, he was on his way back. Three months alone and he was bugged. He couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t want to be away from her longer. He longed to see that face, he longed to see that smile, he longed for… COFFEE!
He thought he’d call her up and tell her he was coming. But that would ruin the surprise. He slept silently, forgetting the guy sitting next to him smelt like dog shit.
The doorbell rang. Once. Twice. She opened the door and gasped. She couldn’t believe it. He was back. Tears started flowing and it was not her alone that was crying. They hugged each other tight and he whispered, “I missed you so much, amma.”
Amen.
We’ll be back.
All of us. We’ll be back after a short break.
Don’t you dare touch that remote.
Amen.
I can hear them talking behind my back, I can hear their guffaws. The shopkeeper just pointed at me with a contemptuous smile, sharing a joke with his friend. I can hear someone say my name and laugh as if the laugh were a part of my name. I can talk to someone one moment and end up thinking about what he or she is thinking about me at that point of time. I can hear them say “loser” when they say “Pradeep”. I can hear them say “asshole” when they say “buddy”, I can hear them say “faggot” when they say “team player”.
Paranoia welcomes me with open arms.
Amen.
Friggin’ Ass-Clowns.
Sometimes I’m amazed at shit that happens to people. Read this from “The Electric Chair” and you’ll be amazed too…
http://theelectricchair.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-suddenly-dont-like-bangalore-so-much.html
Bleh. Sucks.
Amen.
"Woops", I forgot.
I signed up for Yahoo 360. http://blog.360.yahoo.com/prads5000
I had to wait for an “invite”. Not worth it. At all. No, seriously.
Amen.
Coincidence, hopefully.
Last Saturday.
Upset Stomach.
Bloggers’ Meet.
Stomach Cartwheeling.
Enter Chrysanthemum’s home.
Use the loo.
Use the loo some more.
Go back home the next day.
Receive message from Chrysanthemum the following week.
He’s planning to move out.
Changing jobs, he says.
Oh yeah?
Amen.
The Wabbster
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