Yay!
Initial part of game plan accomplished without much ado. Can I? Oh ok. Well…bags packed and the next train to Andheri. Being much of an ascetic, there ain't much to carry other than the bundle of clothes. New place to live in, albeit a little untidy, which is not a problem at all. Great pals to live with, people who I know, are good human beings like me, creative and thoughtful.
Work is so much more fun now. A lot less struggle to get to work means a lot more creative funnies. No baggage, no water bottle for the journey, no book to read in the train. It is just me…musafir? walking down Andheri roads…something I never thought I could do, with my hands deep inside my jean pocket- sometimes for the stylish look of it, sometimes because my hands get bored of just hanging lackadaisically by my side and sometimes to search for change.
It feels good. My voice sounds better. I can sing better, make voices better. I can think. I can write.
One of my roommates, who was also my colleague at my previous workplace is something that people could call a voracious reader. He has a horde of books, strewn around his room, collecting dust like Nazis collected Jews to put into gas chambers. Yesterday I invaded the dusty closet like the red coats almost invaded Harvard long long ago and along with him, set the books in order. Newspapers were separated and accumulated in quantity decent enough to earn some ruddy money. And then there are old pizza boxes to be sold off, but my roommate believes they won’t help earn much.
The resultant effect is good. The books are in order and the study table ready for some thought and writing.
A few more days. Then pay time. Hope at least this one gets here. Till then…let the game plan roll on…
Initial part of game plan accomplished without much ado. Can I? Oh ok. Well…bags packed and the next train to Andheri. Being much of an ascetic, there ain't much to carry other than the bundle of clothes. New place to live in, albeit a little untidy, which is not a problem at all. Great pals to live with, people who I know, are good human beings like me, creative and thoughtful.
Work is so much more fun now. A lot less struggle to get to work means a lot more creative funnies. No baggage, no water bottle for the journey, no book to read in the train. It is just me…musafir? walking down Andheri roads…something I never thought I could do, with my hands deep inside my jean pocket- sometimes for the stylish look of it, sometimes because my hands get bored of just hanging lackadaisically by my side and sometimes to search for change.
It feels good. My voice sounds better. I can sing better, make voices better. I can think. I can write.
One of my roommates, who was also my colleague at my previous workplace is something that people could call a voracious reader. He has a horde of books, strewn around his room, collecting dust like Nazis collected Jews to put into gas chambers. Yesterday I invaded the dusty closet like the red coats almost invaded Harvard long long ago and along with him, set the books in order. Newspapers were separated and accumulated in quantity decent enough to earn some ruddy money. And then there are old pizza boxes to be sold off, but my roommate believes they won’t help earn much.
The resultant effect is good. The books are in order and the study table ready for some thought and writing.
A few more days. Then pay time. Hope at least this one gets here. Till then…let the game plan roll on…
2 comments:
i wasn't very wrong when i said the pi(t)zza boxes wouldn't earn much... that heap, believe me, went for a meagre Rs. six. Now, i am not a believer in the magic of numbers and the occult science of numerology... but i find it difficult to imagine even the most erudite of such aforementioned species would find any significance in that number. Who said you need to make a point to make one?
oh fish?! Chhakka?!
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