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What a mesmerizing weather it has been? I could not have asked for more. Here I am sitting in my drawing room with all the windows of the house wide open, sitting and listening to the noises of life, cars passing over the little puddles and pockets of water, students throwing their stuff in the big rubbish bins behind the house, the downstairs lady hovering her carpet as a means to last minute cleaning so as not to loose her rental deposit, young men belching tiring noises trying to get the old sofa set out of their old apartment : an apartment which will be transformed in to a new home for the incoming occupants, birds are chirping not knowing what else to do in this human induced cacophony, just to let their presence felt. Our dear old Tess and Mogli are sitting here undecided upon what role they want to take in this tumultuous and multidimensional drama and hence have settled as spectators.


We have a TV now; my new roommate wanted to have it and will not put it in his bedroom, so it has been placed on the altars of the drawing room. We have got cable TV too. Oh dear, Call me obsolete but I feel a bit lost, All these people in the TV have been telling me since the crack of the dawn as to how to make a cake, pack clothes more effectively using those polythene bags for $19.99 ( including shipping and handling), the lady was very persuasive and ended up saying in the end that if I call in next 30 minutes she will send me another bag for free, they are talking about the aftermath of catastrophic proportions which Katrina has caused, there are bargain hunters on BBC not to mention those songs in which scantly clad girls are gyrating their bodies as if they are having fits of epilepsy and there are these guys who are handling and holding their crotches and pointing fingers while yelling something which sounds like English. Of course I left that place (or channel as TV worshippers call it) as I am not accustomed to someone talking to me like that.


There are people who are going under the sea hunting for the lost civilization and then in another channel people are very worried about the aftermaths of Second World War. There are people selling rings and jewelry and at this another place a group of 4 women are sitting and trying to talk, sounds more like a scene from Indian Parliament or much like a zoo on fire coz its just impossible to understand what they are trying to talk, one of the women has the name star Jones flashing under her… at another place yesterday a woman ending up showing her mammary glands and all the people start yelling Jerry Jerry as if Jerry is some matron of a prison meant for controlling such bovines.


Everybody on this wonky telly is well dressed and speak some fake language; on this channel they are worrying why women in Hollywood are thin. Of course there is this one place they show weather whole fucking day long, what is the charm left in life. Oh I did find this one place a bit interesting where they were discussing something intelligent but it was interrupted in the middle by some cheap gaudy ads on how to loose weight using some gizmo which looked more like some medieval torture device taken out from Sade’s trousseau (I know sade was a guy but a man with the brain of such epidemic proportions needed a trousseau). Then at this another place A woman is jumping and a dog is watching her jump and a cat is watching a dog who is watching this woman jumping and here I am watching the cat who is watching the dog who is watching the woman jumping, I have suffered a partial collapse of the will to live. The twenty first century is getting too complicated for a simple soul like me to cope with.




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