Sunday, November 7, 2010

Since morning I’m feeling pissed off. Now, don’t bother to ask why. Even if you do you won’t get anything other than a blank look from me.

I’m feeling sleepy and groggy too. I have to reach home early today, so I came to work early. My PoW (place of work) expects we to do so. If that’s not torture then what is?

The bus to PoW is supposed to drop me at a bus stand 1 kilometer away but it dropped me 1 and half kilometer away. I can do without this forced morning workout. I didn’t like it at all; the walk I mean. Anything out of normal worries me.

I am a sissy at heart. To hide that, I force myself to stare at a lizard or a grasshopper, especially when some nubile nymphet is hovering around. Meanwhile I pray they don’t jump on me, either the bug or the nymph; that would have catastrophic consequences to one and all.

My stomach is upset. When is it not? When the food is good it revolts, when not so good it revolts. I guess my stomach is yet to get used to food even after sub-30 years of conscientious effort on my part to feed it.

That speaks a lot about me. At times I feel I’m so bereft of ambition. That’s scary, isn’t it? But I don’t feel scared about it. For me that’s scary.

Something else is scary too. I am a closeted violent person. Today I saw an ugly guy with a beautiful girl, again. I felt like killing the ugly guy, again. I did not do anything, again.

I think I’m writing junk. I’m sure you agree too.

The CWG games are going on smoothly, at least by the yardstick of the ruckus it created before the games started. That’s adding to my frustration. An event in India is no event unless there’s some foreign hand showing up once in a while. But till now the hand has been conspicuous by its absence. I don’t like that. Since morning I have scourged through 3 national, 1 international and 1 irrational (Dawn Pakistan) papers but none of them have anything bad to say about CWG.

Yesterday men’s Hockey team lost to Australia big time. Well, when it does not? Most of the channels did not care to carry the news. Well when do they?

Road to my PoW is all dug up. I don’t like coming to office jumping about. I can do without this forced morning workout. Oh, I think I’m repeating my words. Ignore this one or the last one; whichever is convenient for you.

Talking about jumping, someone from India won bronze in gymnastics yesterday. The kid was jumping around like a 4 year old but without his shoes on. Yet he got the medal. I don’t know if gymnasts are not allowed to wear shoes or the poor boy could not afford one. Or maybe the security personnel did not allow him in with his shoes on. The kid won a medal. Ahh! repeating again. But he could have done better with some slippers on.

By the way I want to meet the performer who came last. Maybe that poor fellow was also having a bad day.

So there’s somebody who also had a bad day. That makes me feel better already.

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