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Hall with the table fan, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
The day slipped by in a hazy daze. Or a daisy haze? Or a lazy daze? Or a lazy hazy daze? Omit the 'lazy' bit. A haze. In a daze.
Sitting on my work-desk, with a screen screaming PUBLISH CONTENT NOW! straight at me, my head buzzed like a bumbling bee with questions.
WHY AM I HERE???
Because your parents fucked. (it was also giving answers, apparently. My head is cool like that)
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???
Working.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT??
Its also called 'doing something'
YOU DON'T LIKE IT! WHY ARE YOU DOING IT!?
Because it pays my bills.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SHIT??
It gives me money that allows me to live.
WHY THIS SHIT?
Because I don't have any other 'shit'.
DO SOMETHING ELSE! YOU DON'T LIKE THIS! YOU ARE TIRED AND GRUMPY AND ALL-WIRED-UP-ABOUT-EXISTENCE-AND-PURPOSE WITH THIS SHIT! CHANGE YOUR SHIT!
I don't want to come to office.
OK!
Shut up. I'm working.
QUITIT!
Yes. Soon. Fingers crossed.
So that was my day. Other than that, came home early. A traffic-ridden journey home became pleasant because of the beautiful pink sky with massive, cotton--candy, fluffy clouds. Smiled away all the way. Passers-by stared at my face. Must think I'm demented. Oh well. Listened to a lot of Josez Gonzalez. Will buy camcorder soon. Feeling exhausted. Itchy hands. Goodnight.
Hall with the table fan, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India
The day slipped by in a hazy daze. Or a daisy haze? Or a lazy daze? Or a lazy hazy daze? Omit the 'lazy' bit. A haze. In a daze.
Sitting on my work-desk, with a screen screaming PUBLISH CONTENT NOW! straight at me, my head buzzed like a bumbling bee with questions.
WHY AM I HERE???
Because your parents fucked. (it was also giving answers, apparently. My head is cool like that)
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE???
Working.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT??
Its also called 'doing something'
YOU DON'T LIKE IT! WHY ARE YOU DOING IT!?
Because it pays my bills.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SHIT??
It gives me money that allows me to live.
WHY THIS SHIT?
Because I don't have any other 'shit'.
DO SOMETHING ELSE! YOU DON'T LIKE THIS! YOU ARE TIRED AND GRUMPY AND ALL-WIRED-UP-ABOUT-EXISTENCE-AND-PURPOSE WITH THIS SHIT! CHANGE YOUR SHIT!
I don't want to come to office.
OK!
Shut up. I'm working.
QUITIT!
Yes. Soon. Fingers crossed.
So that was my day. Other than that, came home early. A traffic-ridden journey home became pleasant because of the beautiful pink sky with massive, cotton--candy, fluffy clouds. Smiled away all the way. Passers-by stared at my face. Must think I'm demented. Oh well. Listened to a lot of Josez Gonzalez. Will buy camcorder soon. Feeling exhausted. Itchy hands. Goodnight.
