A monologue about what is wrong with the world, and how im perfect. Basically useless tripe I write about to relieve my boredom.
It is amazing how I find myself in wierd situations.
Prologue:
Wednesday night, 8PM, 2 C outside, I am crossing the road to my apartment and feel for my key, only to realize it is not there!I must have left it in the office, I go back and check only to find it is not on my desk. I check at both stations in the lost and found, but no luck. Then I think I must have left it in the room, and not taken it in the first place.Now the situation is..
DAY1
Issue
1. Not sure where the damn key is [hope it is in my room]
2. Need key to enter apartment to check
3. The number of the building superintendent is inside the room
4. Cant enter apartment, unless someone enters the apartment, and I can sneak in with them
5. Nobody come to the damn apartment for half an hour
So I call up a friend and sleep there.
DAY2
Problems
1. Been wearing my lens for more than 48 hours
2. No bath, no toothbrush
3. Have to go to office!
4. Still cant get the apartment guys number
5. Enter the apartment stealthily, and find my key is not in the room and it is locked
6. Sleep in an tiny,empty room in hell
7. Buy some clothes, brush and soap
DAY3
Resolution
1. Office again
2. Get number of the apartment guy
3. Get my boss to call up the guy at lunch, and arrange for a duplicate key
4. Get home, enter apartment with luck and fish out keys from my mailbox
5. Home at last!
Lessons learnt:
1. Keep key safe
2. Keep everyones number with me at all times
3. Keep a spare tootbrush and lens case in bag at all times
4. Never get used to a routine!
5. I need such "episodes" to relieve boredom!
Prologue:
Wednesday night, 8PM, 2 C outside, I am crossing the road to my apartment and feel for my key, only to realize it is not there!I must have left it in the office, I go back and check only to find it is not on my desk. I check at both stations in the lost and found, but no luck. Then I think I must have left it in the room, and not taken it in the first place.Now the situation is..
DAY1
Issue
1. Not sure where the damn key is [hope it is in my room]
2. Need key to enter apartment to check
3. The number of the building superintendent is inside the room
4. Cant enter apartment, unless someone enters the apartment, and I can sneak in with them
5. Nobody come to the damn apartment for half an hour
So I call up a friend and sleep there.
DAY2
Problems
1. Been wearing my lens for more than 48 hours
2. No bath, no toothbrush
3. Have to go to office!
4. Still cant get the apartment guys number
5. Enter the apartment stealthily, and find my key is not in the room and it is locked
6. Sleep in an tiny,empty room in hell
7. Buy some clothes, brush and soap
DAY3
Resolution
1. Office again
2. Get number of the apartment guy
3. Get my boss to call up the guy at lunch, and arrange for a duplicate key
4. Get home, enter apartment with luck and fish out keys from my mailbox
5. Home at last!
Lessons learnt:
1. Keep key safe
2. Keep everyones number with me at all times
3. Keep a spare tootbrush and lens case in bag at all times
4. Never get used to a routine!
5. I need such "episodes" to relieve boredom!
Fairly pleasant month. I realized that things dont have to screw up always. I was so expecting something to go wrong this time I came to Bangalore, but everything was just peachy.For starters, everything went off without any delays. Saw everyone I wanted to.Had a nice little bike trip to BR, and a fairly decent New Years.Saw too much of Greens though.Got lots of new books.
The most surprising thing was how every thing I knew remained the same, right down to the place I used to keep my toothbrush in my ex-room.On the way back I realized that I was not feeling the least bit bad about coming back. Thats when it hit me, Bangalore is not my home any more. Being adaptable has its benefits too, I guess. Where ever I can have a good time, is my home. It doesnt take anyone else, just me. Being pathologically cynical of people and their motives, the ideal place for me is where no one gives a damn about me. And what better place than where no one understands most of what you are saying, are afraid of you half the time, and you can plan great trips with no extra baggage (read people) to drag along. But I will invariably get bored soon. A year is the most I can put up with being the same way.
Better start planning ahead.
The most surprising thing was how every thing I knew remained the same, right down to the place I used to keep my toothbrush in my ex-room.On the way back I realized that I was not feeling the least bit bad about coming back. Thats when it hit me, Bangalore is not my home any more. Being adaptable has its benefits too, I guess. Where ever I can have a good time, is my home. It doesnt take anyone else, just me. Being pathologically cynical of people and their motives, the ideal place for me is where no one gives a damn about me. And what better place than where no one understands most of what you are saying, are afraid of you half the time, and you can plan great trips with no extra baggage (read people) to drag along. But I will invariably get bored soon. A year is the most I can put up with being the same way.
Better start planning ahead.