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I wake up every single day and remind myself that there is not a restaurant in madras where they treat human beings like human beings. I am not sure if there is cosmic irony to this, and that god wishes a place where people could be randomly placed in chairs with random food being thrown about, and they just accidentally fall into a random dish, which they tend to appreciate.
There are two people on the table behind me, where one person is screaming at the top of his voice in flawless English about his tryst with the various places he visited. Had there been a lonely planet writer there, I am sure he need not have visited any of those places to gain a working knowledge of the culture and geography. Here was a real big mike and amplifier combo who happened to be explaining the various roads he walked on or the fancy restrooms he peed in, as me and a million other people in a 15 mile radius were forced to listen to a guided tour of Vienna.
The petrol bunk is a funny place. I try to unfasten the petrol tank cap right before I get in, because of the certainty of Murphy’s laws applied to my life. Even Murphy wouldn’t have envisaged the predictability of all these laws in anyone’s life, but if anyone gets a chance to meet him, do let him know that he has found the most glorious example of someone who has fallen to almost every one of the vicissitudes of the laws. I was trying to unscrew the cap for a good ten minutes, fully aware of someone else screwing with me all the time from up there.
The mobile phones, they are creatures of the dark arts. I got my credit mysteriously reduced by Rs 40 in one night (yes, jokes about rates, night and me are in order). I wasn’t talking to anyone, not consciously. I now sleep with nightmares of negative balance, with cell phones, as it is with bank accounts, my grades in school and my life’s progress in general.
The first day of the year was truly ground breaking. I had accidentally dropped the hammer on a loose tile on the balcony, and the tile shattered, like the hopes, the dreams(and other stuff you read in paulo coelho). So, yes, ground breaking for shattering what little is left of the old tile. I am worried about the tile, you know it cannot go on like this, I mean, it couldn't take any more damage, of what little is left of it.
Along with several important things like self esteem, belief and hope, I am also abandoning my frugal way of living. I think its foolish to let yourself be carried away by unnecessary thoughts like a simple and humble lifestyle, and be a rampant and gaudy spendthrift, buying even those things that you do not want and indulge in them like a pig wallowing in the sewer. kindly do not think that I am against people who spend money like this and that I am trying to equate them to pigs. Definitely not. Trust me.
Faith in god is very important during testing times. So, when I tried to taste the poricha kootu I had made with cabbage and cucumber, I was a little uncertain of what would happen had I...So many things were to be done, the will had to be drawn, but I took the bold step. I took the plunge. Holy smokes, it was good. This experiment confirms without any bias the consistency of the existence of god hypothesis. Pascal's wager can go smoke itself into oblivion, the big daddy of the god confirming theories is here to stay.
there's a lovely January breeze in madras. Its time to fall in love with arcot district again.
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