Hello Fellow Misanthropic s (I'm being generous here...) its been so long that i had forgotten about the sort of type of blog i had attempted at so long ago......
Just kidding....i wont use so many long ago's...suffice to say its been 7 years already (aiyayo) since my juvenile attempts at selfplaining....i'm older now, just as crazy and eccentric, maybe a lot rounder and more weathered......Anyways the lines i write here are just mine, my own!!!!!(my precious).....Have to give that DisClaimer ya know otherwise i might be attacked or something (Where is that pepper spray?) Here you will find musings, stupid questions, venting s, rantings, opinions, lots of smiles and laughs.....and some long gyaan sessions. Have fun taking a trip through my buzzing head.....
Today started not so specially, just normal Friday shennanigans your mind might throw..like making you wistfully think of time travelling to tomorrow just so you could fondle your pillow some more and then remembering that its your turn in the chore chart to clean the bathrooms in the house (epps!).That wakes you up nice and proper. Brush...Bath....Look disappointedly at the wardrobe for dress choices that will magically appear (accio jeans pant). Rush to office hoping the traffic more runny( like last nights dal) than today morning's bricky Upma (yuck!) but the traffic gods and goddesses are not on anybody's side. Now dont worry i'm not going to bore myself with long rants about the traffic disasters in my lovely also stinky city, i like being stuck in a jam(sort of) it gives me the opportunity to observe all the drama happening around me, tbh its better than Agnisakshi(for the kannada gotilla's, its a kannada soap opera which can be included as punishment in Dante's hell). From that creepy uncle who cant stop eye fucking the zipper on my jeans, the nosy wife interested in everything but her husband who is dropping her to office anyway, to the nervous guy checking if his zipper is closed protecting his honor, to the guy actually showing the brand of his boxes to the universe (insta would have been a better place no), to the college girl wrestling with the helmet which doesnt want to be parted from the hair to the veggies hawker trying to hawk his wares( nice business model) to this very interested author who's grinning for no apparent reason....Traffic jams have become "married" to the lifeblood of the city and whether i 'ship this madly in chemistry couple or not, they are here to stay......
Happy Friday everyone....As the traffic moves i can hear the refrains of that famous B Jayashri song "Car Car Car Car ellodi car" (Again for Kannada Gotilla's- it means Cars Everywhere...)
TATA BYE Bye...
Just kidding....i wont use so many long ago's...suffice to say its been 7 years already (aiyayo) since my juvenile attempts at selfplaining....i'm older now, just as crazy and eccentric, maybe a lot rounder and more weathered......Anyways the lines i write here are just mine, my own!!!!!(my precious).....Have to give that DisClaimer ya know otherwise i might be attacked or something (Where is that pepper spray?) Here you will find musings, stupid questions, venting s, rantings, opinions, lots of smiles and laughs.....and some long gyaan sessions. Have fun taking a trip through my buzzing head.....
Today started not so specially, just normal Friday shennanigans your mind might throw..like making you wistfully think of time travelling to tomorrow just so you could fondle your pillow some more and then remembering that its your turn in the chore chart to clean the bathrooms in the house (epps!).That wakes you up nice and proper. Brush...Bath....Look disappointedly at the wardrobe for dress choices that will magically appear (accio jeans pant). Rush to office hoping the traffic more runny( like last nights dal) than today morning's bricky Upma (yuck!) but the traffic gods and goddesses are not on anybody's side. Now dont worry i'm not going to bore myself with long rants about the traffic disasters in my lovely also stinky city, i like being stuck in a jam(sort of) it gives me the opportunity to observe all the drama happening around me, tbh its better than Agnisakshi(for the kannada gotilla's, its a kannada soap opera which can be included as punishment in Dante's hell). From that creepy uncle who cant stop eye fucking the zipper on my jeans, the nosy wife interested in everything but her husband who is dropping her to office anyway, to the nervous guy checking if his zipper is closed protecting his honor, to the guy actually showing the brand of his boxes to the universe (insta would have been a better place no), to the college girl wrestling with the helmet which doesnt want to be parted from the hair to the veggies hawker trying to hawk his wares( nice business model) to this very interested author who's grinning for no apparent reason....Traffic jams have become "married" to the lifeblood of the city and whether i 'ship this madly in chemistry couple or not, they are here to stay......
Happy Friday everyone....As the traffic moves i can hear the refrains of that famous B Jayashri song "Car Car Car Car ellodi car" (Again for Kannada Gotilla's- it means Cars Everywhere...)
TATA BYE Bye...
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