On Normalcy.
The banality of banality,so to say. When you completely miss the beauty of the place because of a dull blaring monotone that makes the most outlandishly beautiful things disappear in a mirage of a resignation to life. What can even jolt us out of this reverie that we can hardly wait to go back to normalcy and walk around without noticing the fact that we are driving inside a forest in the midst of a city! No, we need to get to the place soon and leave, so let's step on it and be done with it. The banality of normalcy, I must say.
The banality of banality,so to say. When you completely miss the beauty of the place because of a dull blaring monotone that makes the most outlandishly beautiful things disappear in a mirage of a resignation to life. What can even jolt us out of this reverie that we can hardly wait to go back to normalcy and walk around without noticing the fact that we are driving inside a forest in the midst of a city! No, we need to get to the place soon and leave, so let's step on it and be done with it. The banality of normalcy, I must say.
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There is probably no polished way of saying this: I went fruit shopping. The next piece of information is even more remarkable for its unabashed idiocy: I returned home with mint leaves and nothing else. As if the idea of visiting the shop for fruits on a friday night is not embarassing enough, I came back with something that I definitely did not want. Sometimes I wonder if I really have schizophrenia or some other mental disorder at some points of time in my life that makes me take disastrous and unnecessary decisions with cold and calculated perfection. I think this disorder goes the extra mile and creates an urge to share it on a public forum. So much for TGIF's.
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I have come to two conclusions: The lady handling the billing counter gets into a tearing hurry as soon as I spontaneously materialize with my basket at that counter. She looks at me like the slug that had accidentally decided to live life and be mercilessly crushed by feet, and drags the basket with such ferocity that a terrier would have been proud of. I am not sure if they are programmed to behave this way when they spot certain meek creatures(me, yes).
Who doesn't like catharsis.
People are extremely uncomfortable around me. I am not sure if its because of my quick searching glances towards the entrance, random smiles and facial contortions or my soliloquies which are, frankly, delightfully philosophical. I must admit to developing a sense of extreme discomfort for the outdoors, and I have decided to not venture out during the time of the day when the entire population of scandinavia decides to go out for getting groceries in a shop the size of a match box.
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Toilets. I mean, flush, yes? There is a knob? Or, a big bucket that can fill enough water to douse forest fires? How is it difficult? It is just two steps:
#Flush
#Flush again, just in case.
Why is the world so bad at such a simple task?
What is the point in expecting reform from a world that is filled with people who have basic difficulty in instilling a sense of self-discipline?
In addition, some very intelligent people in the operations department of government institutions have decided to use naphthalene balls for deodorizing the toilet. This happens to be the best standing joke in the documented history till date. There is some sadistic desire to make people suffocate and understand that this is life: the nauseous mix of audio-visual obscenity that will only end when we leave. We might as well study the suicide rate with the frequency of visiting the restroom and come up with some interesting studies.(ig nobel, anyone?)
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What is so beautiful about greenery anyway, that you are stuck by an absurd dense mass of unkempt trees and shrubs in the middle of an otherwise vibrant city? Hardly anything looks out of place here with the foliage and rough cut trees and the monkeys and stray deers dotting the roads occasionally. The roads are brilliantly laid, and not a car is in sight, thank heavens for a single place in this damned city to speed up and be done with it.
What is so beautiful about greenery anyway, that you are stuck by an absurd dense mass of unkempt trees and shrubs in the middle of an otherwise vibrant city? Hardly anything looks out of place here with the foliage and rough cut trees and the monkeys and stray deers dotting the roads occasionally. The roads are brilliantly laid, and not a car is in sight, thank heavens for a single place in this damned city to speed up and be done with it.
