As I woke up today, I had this wonderful idea, or rather this perfectly planned blog entry that I'd like to put up on the internet. I lay in bed thinking for around 5-10 minutes, and once everything was in place, I got up, and began to type at break neck speed. Now I know its rude, not to go out and say your goodmornings, and brush your teeth and do the bed as soon as you wake up, but you cannot let an inspiration like that just get lost, because you had to follow some sad, boring daily routine. Anyway, as I opened Notepad, my mom walked in. My mom talks a lot (believe me), not the gossip-talk, just the normal talk-talk. So she began asking about stuff, here's mostly what the conversation went like:
(note: my mom loves to cook)
Me: (type type type type)
Mom:You woke up?
Me: (type stop) Yeah, goodmorning ma. (type type)
Mom: What will you have for breakfast?
Me: (type type stop again) Anything will do. (type type)
Mom: Fruit?
Me: (type type stop) Yea. (type type)
Mom: But bananas are over.
Me: (type type stop) (in shock, since bananas are my staple diet) Then what else is there? (type type)
Mom: Sweet lime?
Me: (type type stop) They're raw (type type stop) Mom, can I just finish typing something here, before I forget? It won't take long. (type type)
Mom: Ya ya, sure, but tell me what you'll eat, or when you're hungry, you'll start eating my brains.
Me: (type type stop) I'll eat anything mom, I'll think lil later. (type type)
Mom: You want soup?
Me: (type type stop) Yup, but no pepper or garlic. Too heaty. (type type)
Mom: But you won't like it without pepper and garlic, thats what gives it the taste .
Me: (type type stop again! argh!) Okay, put. (type type)
Mom: Then what else will you eat after that?
Me: (type type stop, sigh) Anything will do ma. (type type)
Mom: But you can't have soup all day!
Me: (type type stop) Yes I can! (type type)
Mom: No, you think and tell me now.
Me: (type type stop)
(can't think of anything beyond blog topic)
(takes mind off the topic and tries to concentrates on food)
(manages to remove topic completely from mind)
(realizes that topic is gone, erased, deleted from brain)
(damn!)
(mumbles to self angrily)
(gets up)
(goes and eats semi-raw sweet lime and watches TV)
~THE END~
Summer has razed my enthusiastic holiday spirit to the ground. I think it has had amusing effects on my groupmates as well, since everyone is being extra nice to me off late. Undoubtedly, they're suffering from fried brain syndrome.
My favorite "inspirational" best friend has stopped talking to me, without prior notice, or any showdown, which was much expected. She continues to stick to my best friends, which (sadly,) no longer effects me much. She also tried (in vain) to get the guys to accompany her to a super-cool disco in the city. Surprisingly, the offer was ignored by all, except the guy who will sell his soul to the devil for her. I haven't seen much of her in the past two weeks, which indicates, that I may live a normal hate free life from now on (which will be boring for all my faithful blog readers, since I won't be spewing hot molten magma all over the place).
I seem to have lost my "bad luck" charm somewhere, and I've moved heaven and earth looking for it, but as you see, I haven't found it yet. When I do, you'll will be the first to know (trust me).
A new girl has gained membership into our group, and she keeps the boys very happy. We shall not dive into any details as yet. So far, things have been going smoothly between us, lets hope for the best.
I have been recording random recordable conversations, since I finally have something that can record sounds without a persistent hissing in the background.
I haven't melted too much body fat, as planned earlier. I have tanned two shades darker. I have a big red pimple on my forehead, and my head hurts real bad.
I am planning on going on a protest against the atrocities of summer, but no one seems too keen on joining my little campaign.
I leave now, to fight heat, dust and find a new inspiration for my blog.
~ Njoy
Days turned to weeks, and weeks to years. She tried each and every day, hoping and wishing, he would notice her. She tried to become like her cousins, they were all boys. She thought, being more like them, would bring her closer to him. She didn't mix with people. She didn't go for parties. She stayed home, all her life, waiting for him. The yellow bucket was broken, the spade washed away with the tides, but he still didn't know she was there. With time, her hopes drifted away too.
A day came, when she finally gave up. Now when she saw him, laugh and play, she didn't want to be with him, she didn't want to know him, she didn't want to have ever known him. He, on the other hand, completely forgot she existed. He was drawn into his own world, of money and enjoyment, she was an insignificant speck in the background, that didn't deserve his attention.
She studied well, won and lost in life, without him by her side.
She went from school to college, made new friends, moved on with life and she had a happy life. She did not need to spend her days crying for him anymore.
And then one day, he came to her. He sat down, he wanted to talk.
He said:
What have I done to deserve this? Why do you'll treat me this way? I work day in day out, to keep you'll happy. When have I ever made anything less for you? You never talk to me, don't you know I live in the same house?
He was crying.
She starred blankly at him. She didn't cry, she didn't speak.
He realized that she didn't know him, she didn't recognize him.
Her father left the room.
As he closed the door behind him, a tear dropped from her eye.
She wiped it away, opened her book and began to write -
and she wrote, a sad story......
(sometime around 1990)
She sat there in the sand, with her bright yellow plastic bucket. She saw him play cricket with his nephews in a distance. She waited for him to come and make sand castles with her, but he never came. She filled the bucket over and over again, waiting and watching. She didn't want to give up, because everyone said that she should try and try till she succeeds. The sun began to set. The game was over. It was time to return home. He came and told her to get up and gather the spade and the bucket. He was laughing and joking with her cousins, in their native language, which she did not understand. She would learn someday, so that she could laugh and joke with him too.
She tagged along, sad - that she failed again, but there's always tomorrow, she said in her mind, as she tried to keep up with them.
The next day, she woke up early, but he was already gone. She waited impatiently for him to return, running to the door, everytime she heard the gate. He returned with her cousins. He only wished her and went in, ate lunch, and went out with her cousins again. Her cousins were about her age, she wondered why he never spoke to her like he spoke to them. But she would spend time with him in the evening. Come evening and she tagged along with him to the beach. Once again he left her in the sand, with the bright yellow bucket and her red spade. He played all evening, and like every other day, the sun set, and they went home.
The pattern repeated everyday, until her vacation was over. She went back to the city, to education, to life on the fast track. On a normal day, he would be too busy to spend time with her. But she wanted to spend time with him, to talk to him, to get to know him better - and she wouldn't give up.
She studied hard, so that she would be an achiever, maybe that way, she could get his attention. While others wasted their time with immature games and fun, she studied, and yes, he was impressed, but for a short while. Then it was gone again. It was Sunday again, and he would go to meet her cousins. She begged him to take her along, but he wouldn't hear of it. She tried to throw a tantrum, but it didn't work. It never worked.
The year passed by, the results were out and like every other year, she got the highest in the family. He was happy for her, or so it seemed. They visited their native place, and the story on the beach remained the same. So after he played a few games of cards with her cousins, she went upto him and asked him to play with her, but he said he was tired. She understood. There's always tomorrow. She would try again, but still, she cried, quietly at night.
The next day, her cousins came over again. They were playing badminton. She wanted to play too! She watched in awe, as he never missed a single shot. Finally, her cousin grew tired. Yes!! Now's my chance! She ran up to him and asked if she could have his racket.
She wanted to play, but when she came, he handed the racket over to her cousin and said he was tired. He left. She was heart broken.
But she wouldn't give up! There's always tomorrow, she thought, and yet, she cried at night, when she was alone....
