Sunday mornings are a little weird. Saturday didn't go as bombastic as it was supposed to. Or actually, it did. Then you have Monday, staring you right in the nuts. You're like "Weirdo". And you move on. But there's a bit of a lull. You take your guitar in you hand and strum something random. It sounds fine, but not satisfyingly so. Then, you maybe chart out the stuff you need to get sorted to be ready for tomorrow morning. Nah, boring.
A few moments of creative void pass. There's a multitude of "things" that remain undone, as always. But you say, "Chuck all that, let's watch a movie.". So, you start a movie. But no! You can barely concentrate on the Texan accent of the buggers on the screen. You know deep down that a movie is not the call of the hour. But then what is?
A really close friend came over yesterday. I have three close friends in all. And the one who came over yesterday, taught me something. It is this. At the end of the day, you want to talk about yourself. You want to talk about yourself to the people you love, to the people you don't love, even to the people you hate for that matter. Just that the tone in your voice changes with every aforementioned group.
Another realization I had in the last five minutes, as the fellow humans beings in my house relentlessly interrupted my concentration, is this. All your sad, bogging-down thoughts are a byproduct of joblessness. For when your mind is occupied to the fullest, you never think about the cute woman you want to woo. Actually, that's only half true in my case. Sad. But yeah, the ex's ex-communication, the horrendous driven in the morning in his ugly Nissan Sunny, the bettle-spitting chaps on the railway platform, and all the nonsense in the world doesn't make one bit of difference to any Tom's, Dick's, or Harry's wiener.
Talking of Dicks, how did it become someone's name? I googled the word 'Dick' for the heck of it. No, I did not do myself the favor of going to the Images section. Just the Etymology part of the google search. Here's what turned out.
It's a verb and a noun! Goodness! I forgot the meaning of both the terms in class 1. From what little I gather, if a guy's name is 'Dick', he's someone's penis. Strange. I bet the chap's grandfather went by the same name. Dick's father would have been like... "I lack creativity. And my father's name was Dick. So I'm going to call my son a Dick. Let him deal with the name's connotations."
We Indians have a whole process for naming our kids. It's called naam-karan. We choose a date to name the kid. We choose from an entire catalog of pundits to nail the name bang on! In the end, we choose a god's name for the kid anyway. A whole week goes by. Then the kid cries because it didn't get to choose its name. How sad.
If I remember correctly, we were talking about a guy named Dick. Goodness knows where he went. Sunday mornings are boring, slow, turn into afternoons, and subsequently evenings before you bat an eye. And people who you never thought you'd communicate with again, wish you good morning, because they have nothing else to do. And......
Dear Monday,
I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I shall show you my finger. If you let my peace of mind go now, that'll be the end of it. I shall still show you my finger though. But I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, I will kill you, and show you my finger again. Here's to ruling the world!
Yours truly.
A few moments of creative void pass. There's a multitude of "things" that remain undone, as always. But you say, "Chuck all that, let's watch a movie.". So, you start a movie. But no! You can barely concentrate on the Texan accent of the buggers on the screen. You know deep down that a movie is not the call of the hour. But then what is?
A really close friend came over yesterday. I have three close friends in all. And the one who came over yesterday, taught me something. It is this. At the end of the day, you want to talk about yourself. You want to talk about yourself to the people you love, to the people you don't love, even to the people you hate for that matter. Just that the tone in your voice changes with every aforementioned group.
Another realization I had in the last five minutes, as the fellow humans beings in my house relentlessly interrupted my concentration, is this. All your sad, bogging-down thoughts are a byproduct of joblessness. For when your mind is occupied to the fullest, you never think about the cute woman you want to woo. Actually, that's only half true in my case. Sad. But yeah, the ex's ex-communication, the horrendous driven in the morning in his ugly Nissan Sunny, the bettle-spitting chaps on the railway platform, and all the nonsense in the world doesn't make one bit of difference to any Tom's, Dick's, or Harry's wiener.
Talking of Dicks, how did it become someone's name? I googled the word 'Dick' for the heck of it. No, I did not do myself the favor of going to the Images section. Just the Etymology part of the google search. Here's what turned out.
dick
noun
vulgar slang
- 1.a man's penis.
- 2.NORTH AMERICANanything at all.
verb
NORTH AMERICAN
- 1.informalwaste time; mess around.
- 2.(of a man) have sexual intercourse with.
We Indians have a whole process for naming our kids. It's called naam-karan. We choose a date to name the kid. We choose from an entire catalog of pundits to nail the name bang on! In the end, we choose a god's name for the kid anyway. A whole week goes by. Then the kid cries because it didn't get to choose its name. How sad.
If I remember correctly, we were talking about a guy named Dick. Goodness knows where he went. Sunday mornings are boring, slow, turn into afternoons, and subsequently evenings before you bat an eye. And people who you never thought you'd communicate with again, wish you good morning, because they have nothing else to do. And......
Dear Monday,
I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for ransom, I shall show you my finger. If you let my peace of mind go now, that'll be the end of it. I shall still show you my finger though. But I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, I will kill you, and show you my finger again. Here's to ruling the world!
Yours truly.
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