I have a guest coming over to stay with me for sometime (at least a week or two). He’s my nephew but is actually my age. He’s just out of college and has few interviews to attend here.
Now, this is the first time somebody is coming to stay with me in my room. (Actually, I like calling it a studio apartment. Does that make it sound better or worse?)
Also, I feel a little weird about being somebody’s only contact in a city. Don’t know why but I just do.
I am also a very difficult person to live with cos I basically have few rules and like things done in a certain way. If you don’t follow my rules, you must bear the brunt of my anger.
I’m a cleanliness freak too so if you dirty the place, you will be shouted at and ridiculed by sarcastic comments.
I also love to argue over stupid things and will go to any lengths to win the argument.
For the past ten months, I have been living alone and do whatever I want whenever I want. Having someone else living with me might make me feel tied down. My mom knows me too well. The first thing she said when I gave this news to her was “Tumhari azaadi mein khalal” which literally translates into “hindrance in your freedom”. [To people who understand Hindi/Urdu - No, my family doesn’t always speak in such shuddh Urdu. Only sometimes when they feel like it.]
Of course, all my apprehensions could be wrong and I might actually enjoy having some company and it could turn out to be fun. Lets see how it goes.
In the meanwhile, ever the perfectionist, I decided to tidy up my place in order to garner few more praiseful words from my nephew and since the room and bathroom are already clean, I turned my attention to the cupboard and cleaned it from top to bottom. Thorough cleaning is one of the best pastimes ever.
It has happened, people!
You are currently reading my 100th post.
Calls for a celebration, doesn’t it?
In just 4 months of regular blogging, I have become pretty attached to my blog.
Checking the visitor stats, waiting for comments, reading the comments and replying to comments - I enjoy all of it.
And the credit goes to all the loyal readers of my blog. Thank you, all.
Sorry about not keeping my promise of writing a real post yesterday. I did have time but just couldn’t get myself to write anything.
Don’t have much to say even today. Just that I feel a little odd right now. I don’t know why, but I just do.
I can’t help reminiscing about the happier times when I stayed with my sister, bro-in-law and niece here in Bangalore. Good times!! I had to commute 20km everyday to my office cos we lived on the outskirts of the city but I never complained (okay, maybe a little cos the roads were bad, but still not much).
Then my bro-in-law got transferred to Delhi and I started living alone. It’s not very common for people my age to stay alone. Generally, 2-3 people share an apartment but since I didn’t have any friends I could share an apartment with, this was the only option I had.
But I have got used to staying alone now. I actually enjoy living alone.
But for the past two days though, something seems to be wrong. I can’t really put a finger on it, so I’ll employ a few lines of a song to express my current feeling.
“I can’t be sure that this state of mind
Is not of my own design
I wish there was an over-the-counter test for loneliness
For loneliness like this
Something’s missing
And I don’t know how to fix it
Something’s missing
And I don’t know what it is
No I don’t know what it is”
— from “Something’s Missing” by John Mayer.
[Now, I don’t generally quote songs or poems on this blog and don’t really read them when others do but since these few lines describe my current mood appropriately, I couldn’t help but use them.]
From the episode, “The Finale (2)”
Chiles: I am shocked and chagrined, mortified and stupefied. This trial is outrageous! It is a waste of the taxpayers’ time and money. It is a travesty of justice that these four people have been incarcerated while the real perpetrator is walking around laughing - lying and laughing, laughing and lying. You know what these four people were? They were innocent bystanders. Now, you just think about that term. Innocent. Bystanders. Because that’s exactly what they were. We know they were bystanders, nobody’s disputing that. So how can a bystander be guilty? No such thing. Have you ever heard of a guilty bystander? No, because you cannot be a bystander and be guilty. Bystanders are by definition, innocent. That is the nature of bystanding. But no, they want to change nature here. They want to create a whole new animal - the guilty bystander. Don’t you let them do it. Only you can stop them.
Raj
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