Peskipiksie Pesternomi

Date: 27.06.2007
Time: 7:40 a.m.

On certain days, when you find that everything is going against you and that the technology you depend on appears to be jinxed and non functional, what do you feel? I feel angry, very angry … and extremely frustrated. The by-line for the Reliance data-card says, ‘Take the internet with you wherever you go’. I would know that by heart since I spent most of last night glaring at it hoping to make it explode by just looking at it. Well, I didn’t go anywhere. I was in my room. All that I was asking for was a decent Internet connection which would not get disconnected every five minutes or so. But no … That is not acceptable for the Reliance bloody-git-of-a-card. In spite of trying repeatedly from nine o’ clock to twelve o’ clock, I DID NOT GET CONNECTED.

To my further annoyance, we also happened to have a power-cut which lasted from half past nine to half past ten. It wasn’t for a very long duration compared to some other ‘famous’ power-cuts that we’ve had lately, but it was still very, very infuriating, especially because it was a rather warm evening and I had showered only a while earlier. I feel like issuing a warning to the Electricity Department. I watch TV on Wednesdays only. For two hours, I recline on the rocking chair (if my mother fails to shove me off it, that is) and indulge in the pleasure of watching the rather complicated lives of fictional characters unravel onscreen. If, there happens to be a power-cut again, especially at nine o’ clock, a certain young person who is not yet legally responsible for her actions is going to be rather annoyed and might just end up hurting some fellow human beings. You have been warned, ED.

Another irking incident that took place last evening was that my father had forgotten to scan the last Thank You card I had made. It had actually turned out a whole lot better than the others. Now it’s gone — forever … I really dislike giving away any art-work of mine, however horrible it might be. I remember that at the height of the Football World Cup 2002, I had painted a picture showing a match taking place. That painting had looked rather good. It was as though the figures were actually moving. And then, I had to submit it for my Art Exam. Damn. I never saw that picture again … Le sigh.

I was in my ‘hyper loopy’ state all evening and some songs kept on playing over and over again inside my head. It was as though I had an mp3 player instead of a brain enclosed in my cranium. Things stayed that way throughout the night and I had a lot of trouble falling asleep. It is rather difficult to go off to la la land if you keep hearing It’s My Life, How You Remind Me or even Sweet Child Of Mine playing away to glory in the background.

I have not been inspired enough for a poem in ages. I mean, I can feel a poem coming when I am in the bathroom, where there isn’t a pen in sight. However, the moment I step out and grab the nearest pen or pencil, the words which I had been muttering under my breath till then, simply disappear and I cannot remember any of it. I can find no logical explanation for this occurrence apart from my hypothesis that I shall be taken by Alzheimer’s very soon.

This morning, I happened to wake up at six in the morning. SIX! I am truly scaring myself these days. Anyway, the first thing (or I should say, things) I saw on waking up were two lizards getting very, er, friendly with each other on one of the walls of my room. Gross! This is why I simply cannot make myself like lizards. I mean, I have no problems which the other members of the Animal Kingdom. Cockroaches can be amusing to watch and even more amusing to extract striated muscles from during Biology practical classes. Spiders are cute. Rats are loads of fun to dissect, especially since you can gross out classmates by showing them the small intestine of a rat and commenting rather nonchalantly that it resembles chicken noodles, which have just been consumed for lunch. Other creatures of the natural world have their virtues. However, I cannot forgive lizards. These infinitely stupid creatures should know better than to get fresh with each other in my room!

Since I am on a full-fledged rant, I might as well mention another major bug-bear. Very sadly, I do not look my age. I’d say I look as though I am in class XI. I’d even be willing to stretch that to class X. And sometimes, when I am feeling particularly benevolent, I would let a comment that I look as though I am in class IX pass with minimal twitching of my face. However if people choose to tell me that I look even younger than that, I get quite peeved. A few weeks back, when I went to get a blood test done, the man who extracted my blood remarked that I looked as though I were in class V or VI … V or VI! That had incensed me greatly and I had given him my famous F.O.D. glare before leaving.

Ah well. It feels good to have all of this out of my system. Perhaps it will make my mind ‘less cluttered’ and those idiots at blogthings will not say that my mind is sixty-something percent cluttered. Hell … who cares anyway? Ranting rocks!

End: 8:45 a.m.