Walk tall....

Its alright. Its alright to be me.

The sun is shining a little brighter today, the water seems to taste a little sweet, the air seems to smell like davidoff cool water, lucky seems to be licking my face, it feels like the rain in the middle of summer......or is it just me?

Those days that you spent with me, I shall treasure....like I always do. The biggest gift that you got me is your son, remember the time when me and rama were playing with him outside the restaurant when you were sitting in the car? I felt a joy I cannot explain. If this is love, then I love you, my dear. I love the both of you. Thank you. Most of all, for making me feel at home in my house. Till the next time that we meet, walk tall.

Happy bathday to N. When I turned 30, I was too shocked with other things to react about turning 30. When I turned 31, I was too busy celebrating my getting over those shocks. This time, I will genuinely be shocked that I have turned 30. 2 years ago.....

So many people come and go in your life. Take my advice, stick with those who don't think you are a rock star, but make you feel like one. Those, my man, are your friends. After playing for beetle billy dilly and big fat man and them not bashing me up, there is only one left, couch potato.

I'll play soon.

And oh, since there is nothing disgusting in this post, here goes:

I came out this morning and it was drizzling, not the pull-over-and-pee-fast kind of rain, but a pull-over-and-forget-to-unzip-oh-shit kind of drizzle. I stretched my arm to try and catch the raindrop, and missed. One persistent drop, however, managed to grip my index finger like tom cruise in MI. As I watched, it slowly danced and made its way along the length of my arm into my armpit. Bloody acidic rains. Its itching. Someone save this planet man.

Bloody valence electrons....

I am finally related to the Americans. My cousin, H, got married to S. So now he is American and so am I. I just met them at their hotel, had dinner, conversation, coffee, cigarettes and all other things which start with a C. During dinner, I blurted out to S's mom that true control comes only when you have no control.

So, since I've been having a good amount of alcohol over the last one week, I have decided to stop today. So till tomorrow, there is no alcohol. True control.

And, it's been one year, so I thought I should write a letter.

Dear J,

It's been one long year. I miss you terribly. I still love you the same way the first time I saw you. The first time I stood next to you, I felt so proud, so much like a man. I miss the way we used to go out for those long drives together. Just you and me. It broke my heart when you left me. It was a tough choice but you know the circumstances. Bloody circumstances. The first time we went on a drive, my heart was thumping, and all I could hear in the night was your heartbeat. You were my dream, and then you became my reality, but just for a short while. Maybe you just wanted me to treasure those moments. I do. Even today, if I just hear your sound or see you on the road, I cross my heart and a little tear lingers on, while my heart smiles a little smile, knowing well that you had been a part of my life, and always will be. I miss you, my baby, and wherever you are, be happy Juggy(Juggernaut).

P.S: I hope you had your third service done. Juggernaut = Royal Enfield 350CC

Mani.

Namaskaram. I come everyday to Flat #1 here, and wake the man up in the house at 7:00 AM. I don't know why he calls it midnight. My name is Mani. I am the maid for this house. I have been wanting to tell this to someone, but I think this man is a psychopath. I have never seen any person get up from bed with a cigarette in his mouth. As soon as he gets up, he switches on some weird music which is more like a woman crying in the middle of the forest. It is called led something. He then makes tea and settles down with his newspaper. He has a car and even speaks in English on the phone, but I have never seen him go to office. I don't know how he gets his money, maybe he is a smuggler. Everybody says this man is married, but I have never seen his wife. A few days ago, a photograph of a woman and this man accidentally fell from under a bag. The woman was very pretty. This man seemed happy too. When I went to him and asked him about who the woman was, he took the photograph away from me and asked me how I got it. When I finished my narrative, he simply asked me to do the dishes properly and that there was some oil still left in the kadai. I wonder who that woman is. And this man doesn't even have any friends. I wonder how a man can live on a rocking chair and the morning newspaper with tea and some woman crying in the middle of the forest. The other day, I made another startling discovery. I always wanted to know what he kept in a long wooden box. It is a sword the size of my son! I am now sure that this man is a killer and a smuggler. And I am sure he works for some international mafia, because he always speaks in English on the phone. And also the fact that he has no relatives or friends, adds the effect. Whatever it is, I must be very careful. I will not dust the house thoroughly like I used to, who knows, yesterday, it was a sword. Tomorrow, it might be a gun! The only reason that I am here is because I will not get another job which pays me so much. The day I get another job which pays me even half of what this man pays me, I promise to talupulamma talli that I will quit.

Namaskaram.