Tuesday 13 September 2016

Embarrassed Neutral Faces

Last night a guy saw me from a distance and walked up to me greeting me warmly. I had absolutely no idea who he was and thus made a pleasant face to remain polite. A few seconds into the chat he realized that he had mistaken me for someone else. I could not help but notice the changing expression on his face. He tried as hard as possible to conceal his embarrassement and carried on with the chat in a most casual way. It was awkward and funny at the same time as I had to play along and entertain the conversation with the usual: where are you working these days? still at  uuuhhh... + a pause to allow him to take over

Weird, weird, weird.


when you try to contain your embarrassment - I


when you try to contain your embarrassment - II

Tuesday 6 September 2016

Chinese checkers

When your life starts resembling a chinese checkers board, where you race across that hexagram, hopping from one cell to the other in all possible directions, using different strategies, trying to get to the opposite corner, it's high time you take a short halt and ask yourself where the fuck has all your craziness gone? hmmm, no sprinkles of laughter these days, that's pretty annoying.

The freshest person I have met lately is Nasreen, a bundle of joy worthy of all attention. I love the way she rolls her eyes and replies "oh, really?" to any of my cynical comments. She reminds me so much of the Simla I adored, only in a softer tone. When the person who has been your role model for years turns out to become a mean, bitter and egocentric bitch, you need a moment, a landmark, a sidewalk chalk line on the macadam to mark the moment when she fell off the wagon and you decided not to follow her anymore. I guess it's just a rolling reminder of the fragile nature of our emotional stability. Still, this slide into self lapidation is sad enough. Even sadder when the person rejects all help, leaving you on the look out for a momentary lapse of reason where you can intervene. One year, two years...five years and counting. The mutation seems irreversible.

Come to think about it, I used to be someone's best friend and role model too and soon enough I could well be tagged as the friend of a friend...Aaaggghhh!!! When you go from 24 carat gold, to low carat and then to no carat at all, what a downfall! It is happening though, my expiry date as a best friend is due on 30th march 2017. Will that be a sequel to the 2004 horror movie or will it be new gore? Honestly, I am more than curious to see whose names will figure on the invitation list. At least I know where and by whose side I will be on the wedding day. One needs to take a stand in life.

Seriously, where was I? Ah yes, why don't I simply re-energize my level of craziness now that I have found someone I can call and share it with :)





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