Hate

I get philosophical in situations like these, when the smell of chicken and prawns and meat is all over the neighborhood and I, we, decide to have some rotten Dal and rice for lunch on a Sunday morning.  With mom not being at home, its like we are left to ourselves on a island to live like wild beasts. Eating what we can cook. And we. Cant. Cook.

Its been routine these days. Not the insanity I love about my life. Going to the office in the morning, do meaningful work for poor pay and get back home by 730. Counting time like precious. Counting the hours I can sleep, if sleep at 12 and wake up at 10 minutes more or less to 8. Well lot better than my previous job. But lot worse than where I’d rather be. For me, this is insane. I cant be long doing nothing but what I am supposed to do. Seriously, listen to this routine:

Go to the office. ‘Manage’ a bunch of stupid people and get them to do routine stuff. Try and ignore the office politics, try neither to be a pain in the ass nor a hypocrite. Smile at people when you don’t want to. Listen seriously about stuff you don’t care about. Start talking to new people hoping to find a genuine one luckily. Almost always get disappointed. Obey the boss who knows no shit. Ask him for more pay. Get disappointed. Hurry to in time. Look forward to out time. Open FB, close it, open mail, close it, go out, have tea, come back and bury your face in the jungle of excel sheets. Count your time. It is precious than others think it is. Plan your weekends, which consist of just one day, to cover one group of friends and loved ones each time. Count every hundred as it goes out of your pocket. Listen to bullshit of people saying that you earn so much. Think  ‘what if I have it all to myself’. Think ‘what I can be doing right now’.

Hate it all. 

Not that I live in misery. Don’t need your sympathies.

To whoever survives 2012

Dear Fellow Human Being

Since you live, congrats. Don’t think high of yourself. No one else survived other than you and the rats. Which implies that you are as insignificant as a rat or maybe worst, bacteria.

Here is my list of things you ought to do. I could guess that you lost your job - for reasons other than the economic melt down. You can keep yourself busy by fulfilling this wish list of mine.

Well, get used to living by the idea of me not being around. I know it’s tough but don’t die. Because it doesn’t matter anyhow now.

1. First of all, why don’t you brush. So that you can concentrate on other things in this list. A neem stick (Indian Lilac if you are an English ass) is what you need since there’s no one left to manufacture a fucking paste for you!

2. Well, go out and look for a pet named puppy. If you find it, love it.

3. You might as well find some aliens roaming around freely, with no human beings to hide from. Don’t ask them any autographs, give them their space and they might let you live.

4. Next big thing, look for a female survivor. If it’s anything like a Hollywood movie you will find one. You might well be the next ‘savior’ i.e. the next Jesus if you did!

5. You know what to do with a female right! Of course this is in assumption that you are a male. It doesn’t really matter if you are a female and you found another female, whatever efforts you may put.

6. If you got a cam, take some pics of piles of dead bodies and rotten tomatoes. They’ll be fun to see later..

7. Don’t get pissed off if the debit card machine isn’t working. Asshole, what are you going to do even if it worked!

8. Whatever you do, do it fast. Don’t try to follow traffic rules. Not now!

9. By the way, puppy doesn’t really exist okay, I was just checking you out..

10. Lastly, if you have this letter in your hand but you are one of the stinking dead bodies, I hope you are not reading this.