thursday philosophy - be weird whenever you can

a lot of people are of the opinion that i cannot get any weirder, but one can always chip away at perfection and transform all that carbon into diamond.

one should choose the time and place well, though. do the unexpected, is my motto. choose a nice time, say like after a hard day at work, when one's bosom cronies and one are lying in various stages of spread-eagledness on the couch in front of the tv. wait for the right kind of song, and break into a sudden dance. roll eyes and throw about limbs for added effect. one may even add a yelp or two in tune with the said song.

the reactions are generally satisfactory.

i got several seconds worth of shocked silence.

the (un)holy state

all my friends persist in being ardent advocates of matrimony. like it is some giant exclusive club they are dying to join. more is the horror, they would do anything to drag me into the quagmire as well.

members' benefits - exciting conversations about the lord-and-master's eating habits, sleeping habits, working habits, spending habits and bathroom habits. why do they imagine for a moment that such fascinating details could be of absorbing interest to their unmarried friends? do my glassy stare, tapping foot, yawns and frequent peeks at the watch convey anything else? i think i need one of those workshops on body language. or perhaps, i could take a cue from my old deaf cousin great-grandfather and shout 'it is all nonsense. NONsense' at them.

what is the point? i get told - companionship, children, some one to look after one in one's old age, social acceptance...

companionship is plenty. all around. if one is a self-sufficient individual one does not lack it. or else, simply cultivate a reading habit. that banishes a want for company.

children? adoption is not a crime, surely? why go through all the horror?

support in old age - what a selfish notion. abhorrent. does one have kids just so they can be effective pay cheques in the future?

social acceptance - why bother? why bother at all?

today i got told that i am to lose one more to the marriage-mafia.

my poor, silly, optimistic friend. why, oh why are women so silly?

i live in dread of the other shoe dropping. may it not.

monthly strange event number-1

i somehow managed to cut a deep gash on my left foot's big toe by accidentally getting it under the leg of the chair that i was sitting on. being hungry and sleep deprived does not help matters at all. i spent a good minute wondering exactly what place hurt, and what exactly i should do to make it better. slow, slow reflexes.

after making sure that i wasn't about to cry or something equally silly, everyone else proceeded to robustly make fun of me. unkind people.

ah well. the mind above matter thing works, after all. i can now forget entirely that i have a big toe on my left foot, let alone one that hurts like hell.

i certainly don't mind spilling a little blood, but i wish my injuries were a little more heroic than this.

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saw off shr tonight. the family i got to choose.

can't say goodbyes convincingly. hate letting people go.

on building walls

the idiot needs to be ignored. strongly. cold shouldered. freezingly.
oblivion to idiots!

it does not help that one keeps feeling like one is struggling at one side of a divide.
bad things never come in ones. atleast not to me these days. someone up there is in some foul mood.

shr leaving uk-wards by the 9th. one more friend lost to unholy matrimony.

farewells and godspeeds

more to the point, met tana after her wedding. spent a nice couple of hours exchanging insults. nothing like meeting childhood cronies to make even a chronic grouch like me feel like a million bucks.
made the most of our time together and mercilessly ragged shraddha about her 'elopement' to lonavala with jimit. how il miss them both, tana and shr, after they follow their husbands to different continents. poor jimit! he must have got quite a nasty shock when he made one of his religious-three-times-a-day phone calls to shr. instead of a bashful fiancee to talk sweet nothings to, he had to talk to to a lot of saalis.

continents apart! and to think we all once dreamed of living together in one house after we were all grown up. funny how 'old' to us meant '20' then. those in their 30s were positively ancient.

i'l never have friends like these again. one cannot be so blessed again and again.