Hi World,
Today I declare I don't like the people you throw up. Most of them. In fact, I cant stand 90pc of them. That would have been fine by me if I were the Mallyas but as the case stands, I come from a humble middle class family. The irony is, it is my upbringing which forces me to look at the world so harshly and judge each one who happen to cross my path daily. The good news is I have learnt to camouflage my emotions well and the sweet-ol smile is a 24*7*365 phenomenon. The problem arises with your close ones. The mask vanishes and all the hurt and worry comes rushing to you. The problems of the world weigh you down and you want to pass it on so badly to your dear mom/dad/bf/gf that you fail to admire the fat sack of problems they are heavying themselves down with.
A very sweet solution is that you ignore them, not worry what about it too much, drown yourself in the pleasures the world got to offer, lots of daru, a 3 week old bf, a discotheque every sat night to up your cool-quotient!
Why make it complicated with just chai for a drink, 3 year old bf(the same guy) and a book in your hands and Kishore Kumar for company over the entire weekend. Do I sound like a 40-something? Do I really need to be bothered? Does my age define what I find FUN or should I?
We live in a very scary complicated world. I wake up anxious, apprehensive and disturbed about the new questions that life is going to throw my way today. Do you too?
