Balanced Breakfast by Thomas Sullivan
stoned
I’ll be going home soon for a spot of Christmas and a family wedding. This is my third time this year, and I sometimes think that at the rate at which I keep going home, I ought to just go back and remain there forever. Be one of those miserable Calcutta folk who compromise with all the muck, cluster fuck and minuscule amount of opportunities, and stay on, at peace.
I somehow cannot seem to get under the skin of this new city. Its mostly because I have not tried. I have refused to engage, much like I sometimes refuse to connect with/to people. and I have wisely or unwisely decided this is not where I will be spending the “rest of my life” even though I am not too sure where I’d rather be (other than home) and what I’d rather be doing. My imagination does show me in wondrous situations and scenes, but I have learnt the hard way that sometimes, things just Do Not go according to Plan.
My friend recently mentioned that his state of mind is that of a nomad. Unfortunately for a certified recluse, the Home is a very important concept. And Home is what I have Not been able to set up here. I am still living out of 2 suitcases and a backpack. My most important companions are my laptop, headphones and the portable internet connection. I don’t feel settled, but most importantly, I have not allowed myself to.
This state of psychological and creative limbo is to blame for my paucity of thought and writing.
of coincidences
I watched the hotties Dean and Sam (the Supernatural duo) get thrown into jail. Very casually Dean mentioned something about “Escape from Alcatraz” and would you believe it, MY FOLKS are probably IN THERE, right this sodding minute! Hahaha. Coincidence #1.
A slightly lame Coincidence #2 is that Tiny told Ma today she wanted to see a shark. This is before I told her when it comes to sharks, I am the new authority in town.
AhahaHAHAAhahaha. ( I have been concocting all the captions of a book on Sharks for kids. Poor kids). Now, I am eagerly awaiting the third coincidence.
Yay! I love sporadic bursts of hilarity. So much colour.
