Hobo
There's this boy... he's the son of my father's childhood friend / companion / playmate. Quite a sweet little wee one he is. He's at that age where one is all solemn about growing up. Nineteen I'd say if I had to make a guess. And the fact that he's lived his entire life in the US makes him even more adorable bcause he has that slightly confused and blank look when he speaks to my grandmother in Urdu. Hehehe. Such loveliness.
I like him. He's too cute. We have a nice enough relationship. But everytime he comes to my house I'm in this state of absolute yuckiness. Most times I'm still in my nightdress and today (oh my God, the horror!), I had oiled hair. I mean, at the best of times, I'm not this alluring, nice-looking person, but when I have oil in my hair, I turn into some really ugly person. Why, why, WHY??!
The thing is that I'm not bothered enough about him to not go out in front of him in this state, but I am bothered enough to be traumatized by it. So why can't God be kind to me sometimes and have him come over when I've washed my hair and am wearing something decent? Why? Why does my laziness have to be paraded before him everytime? I think there's this image of perpetual homelessness in his head about me. And it is so right. I mean, that's all he's seen me as so it would not be his fault.
But God, please, just one miracle. Let me be washed-hair-pretty and dressed ok for once and then let him encounter me. Let me not be anyone's thought-image of a tramp. Please. Just this one plea. That's all I ask. For now. Please, please, please.
Right. Now I go wash my hair.
I like him. He's too cute. We have a nice enough relationship. But everytime he comes to my house I'm in this state of absolute yuckiness. Most times I'm still in my nightdress and today (oh my God, the horror!), I had oiled hair. I mean, at the best of times, I'm not this alluring, nice-looking person, but when I have oil in my hair, I turn into some really ugly person. Why, why, WHY??!
The thing is that I'm not bothered enough about him to not go out in front of him in this state, but I am bothered enough to be traumatized by it. So why can't God be kind to me sometimes and have him come over when I've washed my hair and am wearing something decent? Why? Why does my laziness have to be paraded before him everytime? I think there's this image of perpetual homelessness in his head about me. And it is so right. I mean, that's all he's seen me as so it would not be his fault.
But God, please, just one miracle. Let me be washed-hair-pretty and dressed ok for once and then let him encounter me. Let me not be anyone's thought-image of a tramp. Please. Just this one plea. That's all I ask. For now. Please, please, please.
Right. Now I go wash my hair.
posted by Aran at 5:01 PM
24 Comments:
As you wish!
N by the way, have you seen the movie " the butterfly effect"?
As I wish? And what makes you the granter of wishes? :)
Nope, I haven't. Something I should know about in there?
damn...you are up early again, what time do u wake up?
And about the wish, i thought i ll make u happy by granting your wish [I am a prophet(Dogma, Kevin Smith), by the way].
And about butterfly effect, its about this phenemenon that if you try to change anythign now, it ll change the course of events in the future.
Maybe you should name yourself. What say?
Uh well, I do not have a waking up time really. I've been up since 1 a.m. but then I slept at 6 p.m. So, well, let's not get into those murky waters.
What you've done here, dear person from another continent, is make me unhappy. There's nothing more distressing than a promise to make a wish come true and then not making it happen.
Hmmm... if I do want things to change for the better, I would want those butterflies with me, wouldn't I?
Name myself, its Jai, but any other name will do, people call know me by different names.
And bout wishes.... patience is the main ingredient.
About the butterflies and things changing for the good- patience again.
Oh, you're Jai from fh?
Patience is very hard to come by. Sigh.
yup, more or less.
And about patience, good things come in small packages and at a very low frequence, right!
I really wouldn't have guessed. I have you down as a cryptic commentor because most times I don't understand what you mean.
Well, yes, but that still doesn't make me good at being patient.
I thought i pasted/posted a few comments on ur other script the other day with the name Jai.
Its just that you have to log in and type your password, which is a lot of work for me, as compared to being anonymous.
There's another option. Just select "other" and write your name in there. Pretty simple. :)
That sounds pretty good.
and whats with the word verification every time i post some thign?
Word verification is because I was getting spam in my comments section... or whatever it's called. It was a pain to delete so many messages everytime.
Btw, how many times do you check my blog? I have an excuse, I get mail each time someone comments and I have my mail open all the time, but you... you practically live here. :D
maybe its the odd timimg, i come to work at 9 in the morning.. much around on the computer for an hour or so before i actually start my work, kind of come back for lunch at about 12, muck around a little more, same with tea time, and i finish my work at about 5 or 5.30 and i am put here till i leave for home any time between 6 and 8.
and i do check all the blogs that i have commented on, once in a while.
So prractically, i live here.
Welcome. :) Just don't leave any dirty dishes in the sink and take care not to disturb me when I'm sleeping. I get very grouchy and mean when I get woken up. And the TV belongs to me so we'll be watching what I want to watch. I think that's about it.
As long as you are cooking my dinner, washing my laundry, and making my bed, its all good. OK, i might lend a hand in the garden.
Nice comeback, but I'm distressed. I offer you a place here and you expect me to work for you? I don't even work for myself...
well.... cohabitation is not that simple. You got to clean the other person s shit, if you want to throw shit at him.
When did I throw shit at you? :( I just asked you to wash up after yourself and be out of my way. Too much to ask, considering that you are going to get free board?
free board... and free food too... Ok, then.
well.. how about free.. na forget it!
Yes. Wise choice.
Did i just hear/see a Yes?
So when do i move in?
And do you have any other specific things that you want to know about, in advance or any requests?
And by the way, have you heard of valium or benzodiazepam before?
Haven't you already "moved in"? I thought the dialogue started with our establishing the fact that you live here. Other requests... I'm sure there will be many from time to time.
Yes I have but I do not believe in taking too many meds. Sleeplessness isn't really life-threatening and as I'm not doing anything worthwhile, I might as well give in to the insomnia.
Oh OK, i forgot to tell u about my condition of selective amnesia!
splly when it comes to paying rents, but now that u have clarified that its free boarding, i would remember that.
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