Posted on December 2nd, 2006 at 3:36 am by tt
The flames are all gone, but the pain lingers on.
-Goodbye Blue Sky
Waters, Pink Floyd
What a day! First in the morning I did wake up at six to go for the ad classes but I had not had enough sleep and I did not feel all right to go ride my bike to Putali Sadak in what would have been the my first class in four days… I mean I had paid Rs 5,000 of the little that goes into my bank account as salary for this 15 day advertising course and I three days had already gone since the classes started and i hadn’t managed to attend any. This time I was really sure I would. Well I was pretty sure I would in all those days. But having just three/four hours of sleep under my eye, my limbs did not feel right. So predictably, I did not go, again. You know that feeling when you dark circle feels dusty and extremely dark, you really feel your joints… every joint in your joint, your mind is very numby and every muscle feels stiff. A very not so advisable form to go out in. Worst case scenario would be nodding during the class and worster would be nodding off while driving.
It was that and the very simple reason that I am a bloody sloth, a bloody lazy lazy lazy sloth. So I did not go. I got a phone call later on asking whether I intended to come at all. The guy’s voice was really angry and surprised. He couldn’t comprehend that there would be any one like me. I gave the “Had to work in the office till 2 last night so couldn’t make it. Will it be on on Saturday? No? Then Sunday will I be there,” routine. Same same. Been using that so many places. Works none of the time. One of my worst excuses but got no other for a particular situation like this.
After that it was the Ashes match that was not going my way. The Aussies had got three by that time. The third pommie had gone up at 158. But that was all. Plus Warne was getting a pasting. Bad bad bad. Very bad indeed. Very extremely bad. Not good for me at all.
Next up was mom’s mobile. Was waiting for a pommie wicket to go and what went was mom’s MotoRazor V3. It literally went down. It popped up up from her bag and went down down down and hit the wet bathroom tile. Not really a good place was this chinese-inta-on-the-outsideko ghar at Shanti Basti, Madhyapur Thimi-16, Bhaktapur District, Kathmandu Valley, Bagmati Zone, Central Development Region, Nepal, South…………………………..
What happened next was even worse. I had a fight with Rubi. It was a day after her date birthday. I wanted to make the day before to be really special and then this one too as it was still December 30 in America. But because it was me on whom that responsibility lay, neither was special. It WAS special but in the most negative way that it could be. Damn. Why am I such a sucker, such a loser? I do this to everything.
