Rant

In a miraculous twist of fate, I have survived the first rain of this monsoon. Why miraculous? – I don’t know. Really wanted to use the phrase ‘miraculous twist of fate’. As it turns out, this post is the lucky recipient of it.

Its the same story as last year. A road that was fine a week ago has suddenly developed craters. The wooden doors of my house have suddenly decided not to close in a peaceful manner.  And one does feel ever so guilty to shut it violently. After all this is the land of Gandhi. To add to the misery of peaceful existence, the tv stops working whenever there is lightning. So you get to hear fragmented dialogue such as – ‘ I love…baby..tampons’. Funny but not for long. Just as you begin to adjust to the ‘no tv’ bit, electricity supply gets cut off. This leads to an infinite number of calls to the electricity board. The kind operator on the other end then tells me to wait patiently till the storm is over. To which I say, ‘ WTF! ‘

Anyway, ranting about the monsoon and its side effects is really taking its toll on my creativity. Hence, I must end the post. Farewell jobless homosapiens.

a letter and some other stuff

dear door,

over the last 5 years we have had some wonderful times together. you’ve helped me shut out the rest of the world, you let me put up posters all over you..but now, our relationship must end.
you keep crashing into me, leaving me bruised. it was all fun and games at first but not anymore. i don’t think i can keep living like this. i can’t live in fear of you. its just too painful.
i hope we’ll be able to part on good terms. after all, we did love each other a long time ago.

yours faithfully,
siri

and now for the other stuff. i haven’t stepped out of my house for 8 days. ‘homesick’ just got a brand new meaning. i’ve just been watching TV and reading ridiculously weird books. i actually know the storyline of ‘heroes’ and ‘bold and beautiful’. that’s just wrong. no one is supposed to know that. at this rate, i’ll actually begin to understand ‘lost’. why am i not stepping out of my house you ask? – in the previous post, i mentioned something about finally telling my parents about certain things. well, what’s happening now is the side-effect of that.

in other news, it rained today. its March and it rained. thunderstorm and lightning included. anyway, at least its cooler now. also, my cat discovered the joy of nibbling at my toes. oh happy day!

the joys of monsoon

its been raining almost non-stop for the last 18 hours. desperately need a change of view. all i want to do, is have a hot shower, some hot chocolate, read the kite runner and sleep. instead, here i am, at mom’s office, looking like a drenched cat. not cool. so not cool. can’t even ask someone to give me a pair of DRY footwear. alas, misery befalls the kind-hearted.

so, to take my mind off the current state of affairs, i’m listening to music on virgin radio. love the fact that it’s free and available online. heard a couple of songs from the album ‘lungs’ by florence and the machines. really liked the song ‘kiss with a fist’ by them. lyrics are very interesting.

now back to the life of a drenched cat. did you know coffee machines work on electricity?  who the hell came up with this concept! all, this girl wants is hot coffee and she can’t get it because there’s no electricity in the office. aargh!