Thursday, July 9, 2009
The month she increases the rent in!
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As long as my memory can lead me into the past, I always wanted to write this post. I wrote about everything, shoes, socks, dogs, plants, books, movies, how someone thought I was a rickshaw driver etc. But, I never wrote about my landlady. How could I miss this? I am wondering now.
Imagine this comic book situation, say, Watchmen. I am Dr. Manhattan, only bad and wearing some clothes. I am angry and ready to destroy the world. World leaders and people of every walk of life come and beg me not to destroy the world. But I just wouldn't budge. Then someone, who knows my secret, brings my landlady to stop me. And guess what? I bow down to her right there. I just say OK. Even before she asks me not to do it.
She has this much influence on me.
In my family I am notorious for not doing anything, being lazy and bully all the time. The situation with my landlady is quite opposite. I just can't deny her. My best try was... "N............Okay". There's some magical power to which I surrender. The power I try to avoid every morning when I come down to exit the house. Those few seconds actually decide how much heat I am going to take all day, because I am usually given some bills on their last dates to pay at the bank while standing in 38 degrees and line of 3800. Sometimes she would ask me to pay rent early, which usually means last days of the month. Belonging to the bourgeoisie, I am mostly running short on funds during last week of the month. But I would bring her rent anyway. How? Don't ask. That could make another whole new blog.
So, there have been some events recently that triggered this post. SHE IS BEING NICE TO ME. Yes, don't rub your eyes, you read it fine. Instead of being handed some bills I am inquired about my meals, workload, why I am getting thinner, family, why I don't iron my t-shirts, and what not. It has left me more bewildered than pleased. What could be "wrong" here? A thing or two are flying in my head but I can't really figure out.
Wait!
Oh!!!
Next month is August.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Like I have mentioned before, I am not a very social person. When someone asks me that how many friends I have, I always find it troubling to answer.
University is a place when you get the chance to make truckloads of friends in an instance. I made 1? Merely because he was grouped with me on several projects. I think I posted about him years back.
So, coming to the point that why I am not an acceptable friend. The reason: I use my own fucking brain. That's it.
Generally, in society, being friends means accepting and supporting your friend's views and arguments without giving them any thoughts. Being friends means to depend on each other. Being friends means to be ready to kick someone's ass because he kicked your friend's. Remember your best friend? How he never argued about your believes? I am none like that.
Here's what happened a couple of months back.
I had this neighbor named Farhan, he was my housemate's friend. He would come occasionally to hangout. I went with him few times too. We had fun watching movies and eating midnight dinners. Along the way we argued about a lot of things. He is a very religious person, but you won't believe from his appearance. Arguments, that were going healthy, suddenly turned sour. One fine day he tells me that he thought I was his friend but just because I argue, we couldn't be friends. I found it extremely funny and laughed my heads off. He never showed up again. His opinion: I should not think in friendship, I should only support.
I believe in a healthy friendship, you do not depend on each other. You hear, comprehend and tolerate each other's opinions. You be yourself. Your best friend is not the person who is ready to support you. Your best friend is the person who is ready to listen and understand you. That is the sincerest form of honesty. If someone is ready to support my opinion without understanding it, I would find it offensive.
P.S: I have this weird sense of humor too. So, chances are next to zero.
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University is a place when you get the chance to make truckloads of friends in an instance. I made 1? Merely because he was grouped with me on several projects. I think I posted about him years back.
So, coming to the point that why I am not an acceptable friend. The reason: I use my own fucking brain. That's it.
Generally, in society, being friends means accepting and supporting your friend's views and arguments without giving them any thoughts. Being friends means to depend on each other. Being friends means to be ready to kick someone's ass because he kicked your friend's. Remember your best friend? How he never argued about your believes? I am none like that.
Here's what happened a couple of months back.
I had this neighbor named Farhan, he was my housemate's friend. He would come occasionally to hangout. I went with him few times too. We had fun watching movies and eating midnight dinners. Along the way we argued about a lot of things. He is a very religious person, but you won't believe from his appearance. Arguments, that were going healthy, suddenly turned sour. One fine day he tells me that he thought I was his friend but just because I argue, we couldn't be friends. I found it extremely funny and laughed my heads off. He never showed up again. His opinion: I should not think in friendship, I should only support.
I believe in a healthy friendship, you do not depend on each other. You hear, comprehend and tolerate each other's opinions. You be yourself. Your best friend is not the person who is ready to support you. Your best friend is the person who is ready to listen and understand you. That is the sincerest form of honesty. If someone is ready to support my opinion without understanding it, I would find it offensive.
P.S: I have this weird sense of humor too. So, chances are next to zero.
