Hello Readers,
Many of you must be surprised and some even incredulous over the title of this article. Since a newspaper is supposed to rely news and facts and provide knowledge and happenstance everywhere, yada yada yada. But since so many people are using their newspapers to serve their own agenda's and some, to get 100+ subscribers, just to get the medal (repulsing)... Well, I'm allowed to do anything I wish with it too, right?
So, I'm dedicating today's article to talk about myself.
Since few weeks ago, many of my friends are asking me why have I stopped messaging them. In fact, I get a few messages every week, just asking me to stay in touch. And although I feel like a bad friend, I scarcely reply to them. Why, you might ask? Well, lets see...
I play via my cellphone, and my old internet surfer was slow, so i started losing interest in the game. Anyone would, if it took them 45 mins to an hour, just to fight 110 hits, even in berserk mode. The damn lag took few minutes after each fight, for me, and the time it took for me to eat food and use gifts was double.
I'm usually a chatterbox by nature, but since approximately 3 months ago, I've stopped going to my usual various chat sites. Nothing sensational or mind shattering, just usual boredom, what with doing same things again and again, and again. I'm not good at being constaintaneous and usually lose interest in everything, sooner or later. If it's predictable thenit's boring, is my mind-like. Guess I just like new adventures and their unpredictability too much, eh?
So, since I'm out of touch with everyone, I don't have anything to do. And let me tell you, becoming a recluse does not suit me at all. I am moody, cranky, nasty and downright rude to everyone who talks to me. Rather unsporting of me, I know.
But, 2 weeks ago, was my birthday. Also, my younger brothers were on their winter holidays, so we took a trip to our old city, Jaipur (India).
The pink city, as it's called, is hustling, bustling and has changed so much since I last roamed around in it's street when i was 8.
The old shack houses that used to be around us, are now three story buildings, looking opposing and intimidating when I approach them with the same abandon that I used to, when I was small.
A week ago, I went to our old houses, the ones we lived in before we bought out own land and built a house there.
Meeting old friends while walking on the streets, laughing at ourselves while remembering old things and events... Fills you with nostalgia, doesn't it? Oh, When we were li'l runts.... *sigh*
So, that day, I spent the whole day walking down the same old streets, passed all 3-4 houses that we lived in sometime-somewhen, met my old friends, some I haven't seen in years, ducked away from a few old unlikable fellows i had bad experiences with in my childhood (i was scared they'll recognize me and catch me in the act of daring to trace my steps back to my roots)... Strange, how they still have that effect on me, but.... Oh well...
So, since today is Makar Sankranti, a Hindu festival of harvest (makar is a zodiac sign for capricorn and sankranti refers to the sun's auspiciousness), well, lets just say that I love the festival. You would too, if you knew what happens today.
So, today, I woke up to the divine aroma of my mum making the traditional sweets. The sky filled with kites of all colours from one end to another, and children and adults shouting 'Wo Kaata' whenever someone succeeded in the battle of kites, cutting the opposing kite down with their skill and sharp thread.
Greeters coming from neighbourhood, with their own homemade sweets and wishing us and we doing to same to our other neighbours... Or rather, that was what happened yesterday. Sankranti is usually celebrated at 14th jan, but this year it fell on the 15th, so half the people celebrated it yesterday, my family amongst them, and the other half are celebrating it today.
What actually happened was, I overslept. My mum told me the I was talking in my sleep, a sure sign that I'm stressed and over worked, so she let me sleep in.
Then when i woke up at 11:30 am, she immediately put down today's newspaper in front of me. There it was, written in small fonts, 5 inches lengthy paragraph, barely legible to my sleep filled eyes (I hurriedly chased away the rest of the sleep from them by blinking like a faulty tubelight), and read 'Last Day to Get Your Voter Cards: file applications in your nearest govnt. Office'... Timing: 10 am to 5 pm. Oh fuck!
There goes my day! That was my second thought. I had plans to meet a long time, slightly older friend of mine, She got married less than a year ago and just had her baby girl.
So, I hurriedly got up, got ready and wen't to the nearest voter card booth. There, I ran around the whole afternoon, getting one form filled after another, getting photostate copies of my documents, getting my passport sized photos, getting my electricity bill as proof of my residence, and so on. Today, was technically Sankrant. A festival. In India. A Sunday. A holiday. As you can guess, I had to run twice as much to get each thing done, be it finding a photostate shop, a digital studio, a stationary shop... Anything that's needed and can be bought at the nearest shop, that is actually open, despite the festival/holiday.
Each time I had to take a bus, walk for a mile or hire a cab, searching for the shops. Boy, it was a nightmare!
Then, at 3' O'Clock, I finally had everything and was ready to kill myself out of fatigue. Guess what happened next?
The officer at the desk said, 'Your area does not fall under our juridiction. We only have sector A and B. Sector C must be under some other name or under someone else's juridiction. Please find out where it is and go to the area's officer'. Oh, fuck!
Well, I changed my mind. Now, I wasn't thinking of killing myself out of fatigue. I was ready to kill the officer out of desperate need to release my frustration with the whole affair!
After arguing with him for half an hour, and finally pointing out at a familiar name on his people's list, our next door neighbour's daughter, I finally convinced him that yes, the address IS correct and yes, the sector-c DOES exist and the area DOES fall under his juridiction.
Then, finally after the form were submitted, I reached home. I was tired and was thinking of having a peaceful evening, food: cause I hadn't eaten anything since I woke up, and I needed a long, hot soaking bath cause I stinked. It was 4:30 pm. Alas, we had guests over when I reached home, the food wasn't to my liking (not the sweets, but the actual food), and the bath tub was filled with dirty laundry haphazardly thrown in by my uncaring younger sibling, the light of my eyes, my rascal brothers, who threw them there and ran away to fly kites on the neighbour's roof.
So, I took a quick a quick cold shower, picked 2-3 sweets from the bowl, tied my shoes, grabbed my jacked, took the ATM and ran as fast as I could in the direction of the bus stand........
There I was again, in the same old streets, filled with same old memories, walking down the same lanes as I did in my childhood. Eating an ice-cream cone, looking at all nooks and crannies, watching the passerby's faces for something familiar. Finally, I reached my friend's house, the one I planned to meet today. She was out. Turned out, She waited for me till noon and then went for a long drive with her hubby and younger in-laws. Her mum was there. Her leg was fractured, the reason she stayed home with her newborn grand-daughter. So, I made tea, gave her a cup too and we talked for hours about nothing in general, while carrying the small, precious baby gently on my lap. I was at peace.
My friend finally got back at 9pm. As it was getting late, she just wanted to rush home, so she hurriedly packed all the baby's things. Since my house was on her way, she offered, insisted, to drop me home.
On the way, I was still hungry, so I decided to get some junk food (unhealthy, but really tasty) packed for home, just in case I had the same dish waiting for me at home that I didn't like in the afternoon.
So, I asked my friend's hubby to stop at the food stall. Bully, her hubby's nickname, was apt, as I found out. And she took right to it in the yearshe was married to him. They WOULDN'T let me pay!!!
Well, I huffed and went back to the car. Let them do everything if they want. Why do I even bother?
So, after both bullies got into the car too, we took off to my house. They dropped me home, I wished them for the festival again and we bade each other good night.
When I entered my room, changed my clothes and washed my hands, ready to have the long waited, but well worth it dinner at 11 pm, my cell rang. My ex-boyfriend, currently my good friend, was on the other line and was very angry. It was his Birthday and I forgot to even wish him. Oh fuck!
After chatting with (groveling and then shouting at him and finally pacifying) him, I finally released a long sufferring sigh and took a momemt to gather my long tested patience, wished him 'Happy Birthday', bade him good night and disconnected the call.
At last, the day was almost over, everyone at my house was asleep and I had nothing stopping me from relaxing. Except for my rumbling stomach that reminded me that I hadn't eated anything since the morning, other than 2-3 sweets, 1 ice-cream cone and a cup of tea. So, I went to where I put all the packages earlier, to get the food I got packed, or rather my bully friend and her husband bought and got packed from dining table.
I searched the table, the kitchen, my room, everywhere, but the food parcel was not there. I finally remembered that in my huff at not being allowed to pay for my own meal, I had stormed from the food stall without the food and my friends, thinking that I had it already, just payed for it and forgot to pick that up themselves. Oh fuck.......
-The Philosopher
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