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Saturday, August 11, 2007

how is it that kala ma'am makes everything look so serene and simple? i had to still check most of the words she has written in my dictionary:>
i do not know why i like to write but i do know that ever since i could remember i have loved to read books and after reading something beautiful i wished i were able to write like that.
writing always helps calm my nerves, it could be anything and everything, it may not make the slightest sense but i enjoy it anyway. for example, im just going to start venting my frustration about my pg lady( and no one can stop me *evil laugh*) she is extremely picky about where each item of furniture should be placed(a 60 year old version of monica geller from the sitcom 'friends') and a lunatic when it comes to neatness and discipline. she went on a 1 month long getaway trip to bombay and got back a few days ago. the minute she got in we tried to mollify her with our sunshiny bright smiles and huge hugs, but her darting eyes noticed a change as she entered the living room. we had just gotten our internet connection so there were a few wires and the tiny modem flashing away in a corner, her smile vanished immediately and later on with a grim look she told me in a quiet but cold tone that the hall was hers and that i shouldve asked her before taking the connection, etc. let me remind you that she had not bothered to call after the first 2 calls and hello, did she really believe that we would never get the net conn? she also started moaning about how she would have to pay for the electricity, how her bedroom phone would keep getting disconnected because of it and that she would have to switch the modem off, so i quickly called up the airtel fellow and told him that this was the problem. now, the modem is in our bedroom but we arnt ready to tell her that when the rewiring was done the electrician drilled a hole into her (our?) precious wall. but because we shifted its postion from the hall to the bedroom we had to pay extra for that as well.. soon enough when that was out of her away she started complaining about how we never switched off the lights (the other roomate, an office girl, trupti had gone and b****ed about us! ) and about how we have to throw the left over food or else it clogs the sink, how we should sit on the sofa but never scrape it against the wall or lie on it, wash the dishes we use in the evening, never use her telephone, keep our shoes neatly,use the right pan for any food we would want to make as using the wrong one leads to souring of milk, and blah blah blah.. really the worst part is that she tells me all this as if its all my fault, and for the record she does not call me by my name but refers to me as 'girls'..so its always "girls, why havent you done this?" or "girls, i thought i told you the maid would not come on sunday, why havent you washed your plates" and its reached to such a point where she actaully appears in my nightmares, cleaning the vessels (and giving dirty looks) just to prove her point! almost all the things she was accusing us for is nonsense, we left a light on for trupti as she used to come late from work, she using her powers of exaggeration has gone and told mano aunty(pg lady) that we leave it on for time pass. the food clogging was because of mona's carelessness but once she realised that, she rubbed the plate clean before putting it for wash. the shoes i always arrange neatly and about the pans and pots, well, she never told us which one not to use before running away so therefore, she has no right to blame us and hearing that trupti had gone and backbit us like that, i flared up and told aunty that one night she had the geyser fixing man come over when she wasnt even at home. she had not considered sending me or mona a message informing his arrival and once he came in he actually made me stand beside him on the wooden chair balancing on a bucket and asked me to help him hold the huge tank of a geyser and clean out the dirty water. i would never have done it if i hadnt felt pity for the way trupti had been taking a bath for a few days, heating water on the stove using huge vessels. the midget of a geyser man could not handle the weight and neither could the bucket+chair handle ours so by the end of it i was lying on the wet floor, with a tank on top of me and dwarf (who did not like it when i called him 'uncle' and told me in a flirty voice that he was the same age as me) beside me! mano aunty hearing the story was quick to defend trupti and said that she mustve called him at the right time but he came earlier and it was all his fault. so basically, this is the kind of love that has replaced my mother's :P.. sometimes i end up wishing that i never had to go home as home would mean listening to her disapproval about the very fact that "girls" exists!

im still not feeling any better but ah well, writing about it does make me laugh:>

p.s- are you snoring yet? do comment anyway

shilpa