June 2010
The most important part of my life right now, is being disturbed in my sleep by something as tiny as a nail. It is usually creepy to see it, and it goes under the scientific name "bedbuggia fockinirritatica". This particular species is doing what wives give to husbands when they are in a foul mood-sleepless nights. I am told they are not present anywhere else in the house, other than the occasional visit to some other room. I am a permanent host, because I seem to have the blood that tastes like palak paneer to them. I also found that they are safer than mosquitoes-they do not transmit any form of communicable disease, but they can do the one thing that can put you in the vicious of tempers-wake you up.
The most important part of my life right now, is being disturbed in my sleep by something as tiny as a nail. It is usually creepy to see it, and it goes under the scientific name "bedbuggia fockinirritatica". This particular species is doing what wives give to husbands when they are in a foul mood-sleepless nights. I am told they are not present anywhere else in the house, other than the occasional visit to some other room. I am a permanent host, because I seem to have the blood that tastes like palak paneer to them. I also found that they are safer than mosquitoes-they do not transmit any form of communicable disease, but they can do the one thing that can put you in the vicious of tempers-wake you up.
I am sure my friends would endorse my statement here-I dont like to wake up sleeping people. This is based on a very solid scientific background-my amma once told me, that I would be born as a lizard if I wake up someone who is sleeping heavily. If this does not deter you from doing it, what will? Already a pig this birth, now a lizard in my next? I must have asked god for animal magnetism, and he must have taken a perverse sense of my request.
Its normally, abnormally hot in columbus every year if you talk to the local people. 'Its so much hotter than last year!'. Yes, last year, it was 35 C. This year, it is, well, 35.5 C. Some human beings are very sensitive to temperature change, like algae or something. They thrive only in the ambient. Anything beyond 30 C is unbearable, and anything less than -5 C is the coldest winter ever. The minute it starts being sunny, the clothes come off, the bikini is out, and spring is at its full naked glory...Well, not completely naked of course. Maybe I was shocked by this last year, but this year, its very boring. I am really tired of bikinis, cleavage, and anything that usually excites a man's mind. It definitely does not mean i am becoming homosexual, it only means, i am too tired of seeing the same damn thing...
I usually run along the olentangy trail right by the river whose name is, you guessed it right-olentangy! Its a good 5 mile jog, and when i say jog, i mean hop on at a very very slow pace. I am really ashamed when i say pace, because walking is not really pace, is it? I saw a very frail grandma, who was flying past me. And another one, and another. I was a little miffed and i was giving myself reasons-they all eat meat, they have a healthy lifestyle to compensate for my inability to progress, and also to shadow myself from my own shortcomings. ah, such is life.
