Sunday, 22 July 2012

To be free, is to be me!

I want to be free..
Of responsibility.. 
Of having to live for others..
Of behaving in an acceptable manner... 
Of relationships..
Of the need to succeed... 
Of the need to please people... 
Of meeting people's expectations..
Of all things mundane... 

I wish for the future to be different... 
I wish to have all that i want to be free from now... 
I wish to make my peace with the world... 
Else, i will not be.. 

I want all of it..
And then some..
Books and music.. 
Nature and animals..
New places..  
Friends, new and old..

Then, i will be me! 

Saturday, 21 July 2012

Balloo, the Thing!

Some more rambling in the sleep just when daylight had already killed my sleep.. One could call it delirious rambling, considering the DG was running a tempertature as well... On that note, didn't think DG's were susceptible to human diseases... 

Here goes: 

DG: Balloo, it's called.
Me: What? 
DG: The Thing..
Me: What Thing? 
GD: At 8 o' clock we went to the store no, that Thing! 

and then ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz once again, for 4 more hours; the DG stayed silent! Useless fool! I had to watch the idiot box to keep myself entertained.

Tuesday, 10 July 2012

She's got the whole world in her hands...

So for 5 years, I've been trying to teach my mother to send a message from her Nokia (read easy as hell to use) phone. And for 5 years she has failed. 

Both of us are to blame. My mother, for her utter lack of concentration when I go on to explain how easily it can be done. And of course me, for my lack of patience. Wars have been fought over this! And I can remember at least 17 instances  of 'pull hair out strand by strand' frustration over her inability to pick up this technological advancement (in her eyes).. 

Around 3 days back, while I read a book, she says once again "Teach me how to message". Though I wasn't really at my patient best, her enthusiasm to master the art of messaging excited me. This was different. She had never shown such fervour before. 

This time round, she put in all her heart and soul and listened and understood and learnt to message! It took all of 10 minutes, maybe a little less even. And she then says "That's all? You took so long to teach me this!" 

Since then, she spams. On a good day I get about 3 to 4 messages from her. They range from, "You are my pet donkey!" to "Ganga, I Love You" to plain "Gas Book". 

Today's was "However i might appear, all the world's power and strength rests inside me!"

It couldn't be truer! She mastered the art of messaging!