Here comes another rambling post... I think this blog should be renamed ‘Creation's Ramblings’. “Kreation” definitely doesn’t even give a vague idea about what to expect. In any case, the need of the hour calls for some rambling considering the phase I'm currently going through can be safely termed- Human Hater.
I hate all frigging humans!
'Coz they bug me.
The mutton-headed ignoramus imbeciles!!
Now, you, as my distinguished readers will take immense pleasure in pointing out that I'm a human too. That, my dear, is the root of all problems! Being born a human has automatically entitled me to be a recipient for a plethora of emotions which (and even the Gods would nod their assent to this) I definitely cannot handle.
For one, my vacations are on. The god-damned vacations. I'm stuck at home with a family that was last stocked in the super-market under the 'bothersome' section with an eye-catching "Special Offer" sign and minuscule, nearly-hidden caution tag that read "Warning: Irksome Effects. Slightest use might result in permanent loss of sanity."
So, where my father, brother and cousin (who has been especially invited to make sure these vacations go as terrible as possible) take turns with the T.V. to watch Balika Vadhu (the greatest torture man ever invented. Trust me, show an episode to Kasab and he'll tell you all you need to know about the terrorist activites... This show beats third-rate torture by a considerable margin when it comes to atrocities!), play video games and watch the extremely irritating Bakabon's Papa trying to keep pace with a turtle, and watch just about every Govinda movie that is aired (it doesn't really matter that he knows the dialogues of most of these movies by heart), respectively; then form a league of their own to make sure I don't watch the 9 p.m. movie and sulk in my non-a.c., non-cooler room with the fan running at bloody half-speed 'cause my father thinks it's a wastage of electricity if you are not drenched in enough sweat. After all, this makes sure you don't need to use the washing machine to wash your clothes as the dirt's already washed off by your sweat. As for the sweat- well, you can just dry the clothes in the burning sun which shines as if there will be no tomorrow and voila! - You saved a lot of electricity by not using the washing machine, cooler and fan.
Moreover, MTNL officials found a novel idea to fulfil their religious aspirations- a strike! So, while the denizens of Delhi were running from pillar to post to find alternate broadband and telephone connections that worked, the MTNL people were following in the footsteps of the sages of yore and had all migrated to the Himalayas. Sadly, I also happen to be an MTNL consumer and my internet had been down all through last week and I couldn’t
To add to this, there is a 7-hour power cut every third day here. (That is how I learnt that the elections were over.)
Okay, I’m ending this post because I’m too bored to continue it. If you read it till now... man! I salute your patience.
Now playing: Phoebe’s “No power”
New York City has no power,
and the milk is getting sour.
But to me it is not scary,
'cause I stay away from dairy.
LA la, la LA la, LA la...
P.S.: If you're wondering when did Random Rigmarole 1 came out... it was some 10 months ago.