After rubbing that small swollen, itchy, little hard flaky
bumps on my always revolving head…literally hair..I got up from bed and dipped
the portions of my head in oil. It says “repair damage”. I don’t have damaged
hair...looks like this is the one, causing one. That was not a bump or wound in
the hair…they are grown as symbol of my mysterious intelligence. Yeah
myseterious…it looks like it is growing..as my salary grows timely..atleast
whenever I want…but that brain has proven less of its intelligence. Now coming
to my head..take the literal meaning..I remember saints in olden days…their
hair after remaining untouched for ages..it becomes hard and I am sure they had
bumps like this. J
Now you got me. I am in the starting phase of those saints..soon I will become
one. I sit in office whole day..not in that romantic fancy mood in the
office..never touch my hair…and I it remains as it is whole day and night after
it is brushed once in the morning before I lazily kick off to the 21 days
office..yeah the remaining 9 days are so..(oh my maths!) I lie down on the
flowery blanket covered bed and never brush my hair…in between..I fight with
roomies at times..but never it goes to a point she pulls my hair and we get all
super cat fight..sadly even she never touches my hair…the head massage I took
for 3 continuous weeks, made me bored of her same routine way and not so
exciting..and then I gave up on that…finally I got this small falky bumps on
head..which for sure is not dandruff..but something that needs regular combing
and less sleeping ..oh em gee…oh em peee ;)
Today I went to Galleria market..it is a shopping place with
all the shops you found in shopping mall..but this one is unlike mall exists in
linear house like structures and not a big building..it got only two floors and
multiple blocks..I kind of like getting lost in to those blocks and come out of
it with the memory of remembering particular shops…
Thank god me and him both are Air conditioner haters..I don’t
understand how this stupid thing works..if I keep it on, it makes me feel like
I should off..gets all cold..if I turn it off then the hot weather challenges
my hotness :P What is the need of it to keep it in minimum.. I better use
fan..so it is just like me in the office..
Again and again on the way back from office I ask
myself..what is that one thing man could not find. What is that one thing that
I can do without any stress and earn as much as I get with this complete pain
in ass job. What is that..??? Oh let me
turn on the AC..actually I now a feeling that all the travelers and people who
goes to this hilly places and spend their time relaxing are the replicas of
olden days saints or may be some of them have their tribal ancestral genes so
strong..that it brings to forest and for god sake they have facebook
now..otherwise we would never experience their vivid energies in roaming
around..I think MS word still doesn’t know about facebook..it is asking to
separate to ‘face book’..I donno about face..but it surely worked in making us
forget about books..My sugar street book almost lay dead on my bed, desk, cupboard..on
some exciting days even in my hug sling bag…I lazily love that book…for it is
full of misery and a deep understanding of the Islamic religion…and struggle of
a writer ..writing in spite of he knows that it might of interest to a
different set of people alone.
Blaming my mood swings in last two days..I hurt few sweet
souls around me…that two or three tiny ml of hormones does so much in each
women’s life every month..that they either forget to realize they act so due to
hormones and blame all the worst is caused by them and lose that bit confidence
they gained in the rest of the days…its better all the women know about it and
be aware when you are behaving so.
You don’t have to control yourself all. But try not to
behave extreme…and that can be done only when you are aware of it…chee..I am
talking so girly :O
While getting ready for bed..especially when no-roomie
days..I get all sincere. I brush my teeth..keep the book in this
location..check my nails, fill the bottle full and before hitting bed.. on the
way back from one last visit to bathroom…I check the room for any
cockroaches..and kill them properly...basically murder make me sleep I guess…ha
ha..and then lie on bed..reach out for mobile and then hate a minute the time
differences in each country and keep it aside silently and jump into miraculous
sleepy gel in the brain..that takes me to dreams by passing through wires of my
thoughts..though very far..connecting the years back like it was a super
telephone and brings me back all of it for a while..just for a while…all the
things that I never want to lose..never…they come to be bought back every
day..and I call it life!
