First I thought it was a passing phase and out of nowhere, I found myself singing Daniel Powter. Then, a day turned into a few days. On Saturday I called it a “bad week”, as I shed a few embarrassing and uncharacteristic tears in public transport. Today, it’s ten days. Like any bad meteorologist, I hope my prediction is false when I say, “Seems like Hurricane Crapathy will be with us for a fortnight.”
I hate the word ‘crush‘. I can’t begin to describe how much I hate it. It’s so difficult to say. You push a ball of air into your throat, and before you can expel it, you have to join your dental set and add a -shh to it. Ugh.
“If you were a boy, I would marry you.” – Several women, throughout my life.
It should be a compliment, but I don’t know what to make of it. I didn’t know when I was eleven, I don’t know any better now. If I had to summarise all that these women have said to justify the above hypothesis, I’d conclude – I am, What Women Want. Continue reading “Of Compliments”→
I don’t think I’ve ever had hobbies. I mean, if by hobby you mean something pleasant and recreational, then nah. If by hobby you mean something frustrating and impotent, or if there is any potential involved, then that is a potential for failure, then sure. Continue reading “Of Hobbies”→
May is a special month for me – both my birth anniversary and my blog anniversary are this month, though about twenty days apart. And my attitude to either couldn’t be more different. Blog anniversary is to reflect – look back, plan ahead, acknowledge that for whatever reason, I keep writing these light, frivolous things and people keep coming back to read them. Birth anniversary is to hide under a chair. Continue reading “Of A Birthday”→
I’ve had a couple of things making me anxious this month. Not bad things, just pressing things. And now, something’s come up that’s pressing even more on one of those things. To quote Freddie Mercury, “I’m going slightly mad.” Continue reading “Of Timing”→