I like to see the lights from my window on the sixth floor here. There’s something about a light away in the darkness that just cheers me up. Maybe it’s the idea that there’s someone out there. If you go to the terrace of the apartment building, you can see a fertilizer factory in the far. It has these flames that shoot up every now and then like a girl that giggles when someone is whispering something flattering in her ears. There’s Iggy Pop playing on the laptop with AC DC to follow. I like them both. I remember once I had a particularly bad day at work. So I got down from the bus a couple of stops before my stop, and started walking in the centre of the road divider because it was breezy. I had my ear phones on with Highway on Hell playing at that time. I broke in to this mini jig and people from the bus were staring at me. I just smiled back at them and some of them laughed back. We have a tea break every day at work now, and they take me more seriously at work now. Funny how that worked out. But I like that J



Mom isn’t a fan of Rock. It’s too loud and some of it has too much of yelling for her liking. She doesn’t listen to any English music though. She likes more of old school hindi music. She still has most of her tapes she made when she was young, and they are many. She plans to transfer them all to a disc sometime in the future. She asked me to teach her how to do so.  Mom has done loads for me. But right now things are not that great between us. Strained. It’s not her fault, she’s just hurt by some of the things I have done in the recent past. She just wants me to get married and settle down soon, so that things pan out well for me. I don’t want to get married so soon, I haven’t even found a girl yet. There’re so many chocolates and coffees that are still to be shared after I find her. Lying on a carpet on the terrace and talking while staring at the stars as the cool wind blows by. Silly of course, it is the wind that blows. Had it been stationary it would have been just air. There’s this friend that I like who loves chocolates, but nothing mixed in it. No Nuts, no fruity flavours, just plain old rich chocolate. I haven’t met some like that yet. I find it interesting. If you’re reading this, I hope you blush. That would be a nice sight.

But then don’t we all have such things, things that make us exquisite. Like how I talk to myself and laugh at my own jokes in the bath. That freaks mom out by the way, but she’s used to it now. Oh and some of my friends after reading my last blog entry thought that something is wrong with me. I mean yes, quite a bit of the story hits close to me, but that is because it is easier to write that way. No I am not considering suicide. I just get all morbid ideas at times. I find that fascinating. I love myself too much to think of killing myself. Nuh uh. Wish you were here is playing now. It’s my favourite Floyd song. It is soothing to reach out to some one, to wish they were here. It’s almost 0230 in the AM now. Looks like I will be spending the rest of the time listening to music till I have to get ready and leave for work. I will catch a wink on the bus to work, so that I don’t doze off at work. That would be embarrassing. I will take a nice window seat and sleep as the cool morning breeze caresses me. I always find the wind soothing. Of the classical elements, it is my favourite.
Oh well, that is all about me. Do tell me about yourself too. I’d like that, some one reading this and writing a bit about themselves. Getting to know random people. Wonderful.

This is in response to WEEK #54 (5-27-12 to 6-2-12): Selfat BGE2

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29 thoughts on “Self

  1. I love the randomness of this post. I do this sometimes, too–post a collection of things on my mind or going on in my life. They often turn out to be some of my favorite blogs.

  2. This a cool reflection of you in a big jumble of random thoughts that when put all together make something rather brilliant.Kathyhttp://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com

  3. Hello there my new fellow writer and welcome to GBE2. I am following. I also enjoy writing in this seemingly random way, it really isn't random. Our minds wander around and usually end up where they start, don't they? Or is it just me? :)I almost always write off the cuff or as it comes. A thought out and carefully edited piece might happen if the subject is really close to my heart or maybe a difficult one to write about, otherwise, probably gonna be a flow of my thinking on whatever the subject.I really enjoyed this. I see you sort of jigging your way down the center strip! Great mental pic. ♥

  4. Glad to read your article, and to get to know you. I wrote an article about self as well. It was my first try at writing to a subject matter that I did not initiate. It was easy, well after I gave it some thought.Hope to hear from you as well. Great writing.

  5. There is something about this blog which is attractive … the way you have put it up in simple words, the little things of daily life is amazing. Your chocolate love and the modesty of sharing it with her is so cute. Also the comparison of how you find the flames up in the sky like giggles of some girl … I would definitely want to read more … Keep it coming… you have fans 😉

  6. "I am Rocket..and I like to fly…LOL…thats all I can say and thats all you know…LOL..Bawa…great one..really liked the way you expressed everything…

  7. I loved the comparison of the flames shooting up to a girl giggling very good. Nice work that. Nice flow to your words. But you don't want me to write about myself, do you? I am not a random person for one and for another you know pretty lot about me :))Keep writing bro 🙂

  8. Enjoyed reading this. You've got under your own skin 🙂 And randomness is what makes a person real, human, I think. You ARE that. Fascinating reading this. Fluent. Easy. I'm deeply impressed. I hope that chocolate loving girl is reading.

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