Daynama
House number 97 is like an oven right now. I have a little (made in china) air conditioner which is good for nothing and a fan which makes enough noise to wake up all the dead people. I ended up taking 7 baths today and here I am, with my little Tess in my lap, sitting on the frozen sheets. Yes dear, as a last measure to save ourselves from baking, I had to keep a few sheets in the freezer for tonight. But well, it gives me a chance to drink at least 20 glasses of water, eat a lot of melons, cucumber, basil and mint.
The saloons have been a great fun. Had Sandra over last night and the Nepalese guy in the morning. Yesterday afternoon was spent entertaining an Indian Lady.
Me and Sandra went to half price books yesterday. Oh what a joy! What a splendid time spent looking at, glancing, stealing and buying books. Between you and me, the communists have taken over the world. Bloody philistines! We have been reduced to paying electricity bills, gas bill, phone bills, rent and to top it all we have to pay for food, water and books. My dear people, your world is too complex for me to comprehend. But anyways, I had $10 on me for next 10 days or so and I wanted to read. So we both decided to have a wee-bit of solace in the company of books. I bought a book by White and Jhabvala ( $7.98) and Sandra was so very kind to keep another book of jhabvala and one by Jha for me in her bag along with Elizabeth Bishop, Fitzgerald etc whom she had rescued from the store shelves and placed them in the safety of her green bag. Thank you my dear, only you can understand the child like excitement I get upon reading something. I completed the book by Jha in one sitting. I loved reading it; stolen books are always fun to read.
Later in the evening, me and sandy went to another of our walks. As always it was fun. One incident which ought to be confined to memory, rather itched, was Miss riley, relieving her urges, on Hunter Avenue. She just leaned next to a car, cigarette in one hand and lifted her frock with the other and voila, warm cascades of river Jordon were flowing down Hunter Avenue. This is what life is, made of such small ever lasting memories.
Life for me will be over soon. I will be 28 in a matter of days and soon they will put me in a cage and I will be placed in a museum where children will poke my body with sharp pencils. The vile creatures will start to wail on the floor and pester their parents and all, outside my cage and even in the end I will not get any peace.
This will be a first birthday in Columbus without Vivek. Oh dear, I don’t think I have nerves to go to Martini’s and dine. It will be so alien. This morning, while I was in my second bath to be precise and thinking whether to use L’Oreal or Nivea to wash my face with, I thought may be I should take Josh’s offer to go to Martini’s with him. But…… But, I don’t wish my life to be a game of musical chairs. No one can replace Vivek.
It sucks to be getting old and less wiser. All my friends are married now; most of them have a kid or two to show the matrimonial bliss. Suddenly they have got morals and ethics. They are boring nincompoops who worry about frivolous things like in laws--- outlaw them is my reply!
In 14 days I will be in Chicago for 7 days. I plan to catch up with friends there. I am sure they will poke me with needles enquiring about my life. They know they will never get a straight answer.
Josh came last night. Sandra was there too. Lately Josh has got the habit of wearing wife beaters ( baniyan) only. Why this strange fixation? I may not write but the three of us talked for a while about the book “art of seduction”. Later after Sandra left, I told Josh that I think his parents did a lousy job raising him. A 20 year old should not be reading the kind of things he reads. When I met Josh, a year and a half ago, he didn’t know how to shave properly. How to dress up and personal hygiene. I had to tell him all that and after his hipster phase, he has taken to wearing wife beaters like a ghetto dweller. It could be the heat, but if me and Miss Riley could be dressed like civilians he had no reason to present himself in such a criminal outfit. I know a lot of people speculate his sexuality (much like V’s); he is just lost and needs to get laid. Seems impossible to find a girl! Anybody interested to meet a very naïve young man?
The saloons have been a great fun. Had Sandra over last night and the Nepalese guy in the morning. Yesterday afternoon was spent entertaining an Indian Lady.
Me and Sandra went to half price books yesterday. Oh what a joy! What a splendid time spent looking at, glancing, stealing and buying books. Between you and me, the communists have taken over the world. Bloody philistines! We have been reduced to paying electricity bills, gas bill, phone bills, rent and to top it all we have to pay for food, water and books. My dear people, your world is too complex for me to comprehend. But anyways, I had $10 on me for next 10 days or so and I wanted to read. So we both decided to have a wee-bit of solace in the company of books. I bought a book by White and Jhabvala ( $7.98) and Sandra was so very kind to keep another book of jhabvala and one by Jha for me in her bag along with Elizabeth Bishop, Fitzgerald etc whom she had rescued from the store shelves and placed them in the safety of her green bag. Thank you my dear, only you can understand the child like excitement I get upon reading something. I completed the book by Jha in one sitting. I loved reading it; stolen books are always fun to read.
Later in the evening, me and sandy went to another of our walks. As always it was fun. One incident which ought to be confined to memory, rather itched, was Miss riley, relieving her urges, on Hunter Avenue. She just leaned next to a car, cigarette in one hand and lifted her frock with the other and voila, warm cascades of river Jordon were flowing down Hunter Avenue. This is what life is, made of such small ever lasting memories.
Life for me will be over soon. I will be 28 in a matter of days and soon they will put me in a cage and I will be placed in a museum where children will poke my body with sharp pencils. The vile creatures will start to wail on the floor and pester their parents and all, outside my cage and even in the end I will not get any peace.
This will be a first birthday in Columbus without Vivek. Oh dear, I don’t think I have nerves to go to Martini’s and dine. It will be so alien. This morning, while I was in my second bath to be precise and thinking whether to use L’Oreal or Nivea to wash my face with, I thought may be I should take Josh’s offer to go to Martini’s with him. But…… But, I don’t wish my life to be a game of musical chairs. No one can replace Vivek.
It sucks to be getting old and less wiser. All my friends are married now; most of them have a kid or two to show the matrimonial bliss. Suddenly they have got morals and ethics. They are boring nincompoops who worry about frivolous things like in laws--- outlaw them is my reply!
In 14 days I will be in Chicago for 7 days. I plan to catch up with friends there. I am sure they will poke me with needles enquiring about my life. They know they will never get a straight answer.
Josh came last night. Sandra was there too. Lately Josh has got the habit of wearing wife beaters ( baniyan) only. Why this strange fixation? I may not write but the three of us talked for a while about the book “art of seduction”. Later after Sandra left, I told Josh that I think his parents did a lousy job raising him. A 20 year old should not be reading the kind of things he reads. When I met Josh, a year and a half ago, he didn’t know how to shave properly. How to dress up and personal hygiene. I had to tell him all that and after his hipster phase, he has taken to wearing wife beaters like a ghetto dweller. It could be the heat, but if me and Miss Riley could be dressed like civilians he had no reason to present himself in such a criminal outfit. I know a lot of people speculate his sexuality (much like V’s); he is just lost and needs to get laid. Seems impossible to find a girl! Anybody interested to meet a very naïve young man?