truly Myndfcukd!

I can bluff my way through most situations. yes, most. Maybe all, too and that gives me the confidence, the reason to procrastinate, to be indifferent to deadlines and in turn, rather indifferent to the root concept of work. I bluffed my way through my first job interview. I extra bluffed in the interview peeved at not having been given a chance to bluff at another interview the day before for a job that paid twice as much. I bluffed, extra-bluffed and counter-bluffed and finally landed the job. They pay peanuts for salary, though. Sometimes they actually pretend to pay, provided, I pretend to work.

I had coaxed people into treating the whole half-wing.

“Whole half-wing” actually makes sense if you know the IITM hostels. It is like sixteen rooms in a row, a break, and sixteen more rooms. That kind of a thing. The thirty two rooms form a wing. Each wing has another wing facing it on the other ‘block’. A block is three wings one on top of the other, four in some hostels. The two blocks are connected by the ‘freshie wings’ and common hall at one end and the mess hall on the other. The ‘freshie wings’ have triple sleeper rooms and are normally exclusively for the first year students. Ten rooms to a freshie wing. thirty two to the other wings, all with brown doors and windows. Forms a rectangle.
The common hall is now divided into three parts- the one with the TV where people watch cricket, soccer, F1 or women’s tennis games; the one with the TT table where people can play while watching cricket, soccer, F1 or women’s tennis games; the one with the computers which the adminstrator has rigged so that people can do nothing beyond browse the internet which is a terrible waste of the 1GB RAM that the computers boast of. This part is air-conditioned and is generally well utilised by people playing business, monopoly, ludo, chess, sleep-sleep etc. On top of the common hall are the freshie wings. And opposite to this block is the mess hall, a long hall with huge fifteen seater tables which a few people like me dread. The mess hall has a menu board, but that merits a whole blog to itself.

Now that ‘whole half-wing’ makes sense, I had earlier coaxed people into treating the whole half wing to pretty expensive food for landing pretty expensive jobs and so have to treat the whole half-wing myself to pretty expensive food and booze even for my pretty inexpensive job. Now pretty expensive food and booze needs me to carry lots of cash which can be seen as being not suave or urbane. The alternative is to pay by card and look suave and urbane. Here comes the problem. No, it is not what you think it is. The problem is not not having a card. The problem is that I haven’t used mine yet because they always swish off with it somewhere, don’t they? That makes me insecure because the waiter leaves me with no receipt to prove that he’s taken it. What if he returns, denies that he has it and presents me with the bill again?

Well, so I have here a mid-life crisis. Not exactly mid-life and not exactly a crisis either but something to be thought about. So, how do I handle this pseudo-mid-life crisis? Well, smoke a joint, yes, but after that?

Was lost in deep profound thought over the issue when I heard the jingle-jingle of a bullock cart. The Oh-so-beautiful sound of a bullock cart. How I miss it! I looked out of my window to see the stimulant of the emotion. It was a bullock cart! The kind of a bullock cart that is pulled by one bullock. Back in my village all bullock carts are pulled by two bullocks. It is only in the city that I had found one bullock-bullock carts. Scarcity of bullocks, I reason. We have plenty of them in the village. The sight was beautiful. One bullock or two bullock, a bullock cart is always a bullock cart and always a pretty sight and pretty sound though not a very pretty ride. I miss the bullock carts. I miss the jingle-jingle.