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Greenhouse Buddha

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The only way to survive people (so many people, every year a new batch coming in and no one ever goes away, 450+ friends on Facebook, someone or the other with a birthday everyday, so many opinions, so many tastes, so many individualities, and the Piscean in your moon is interested in everyone everything everyone everything) is to believe that they don’t exist. Except the few that you really like, and the even fewer among them who like you back, take time out to ask you how you are, would like to hear and discuss your thoughts. The rest is all Maya. A huge glass screen between you and the world. What’s essential to watch is not only what you let out but what you let in, what’s essential is to double-check triple-check quadruple-check your wishes beliefs pricking private pains. What’s essential is to smile and let it all be.

And take yourself away.

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I have Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? with lovely dedication. Thank you, Mormegil. I have a clean room with fresh sheets and things laid out in neat stacks. Thank you, Mum. I am happy.

There is no balance on my phone, no unread email in my account, no deadline or stranger to meet. I think I may want nothing from the world except love and ice cream. That, and a few interesting things to read.

I am

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a) An incorrigible doormat,

b) As patient as Mother Earth,

c) A deeply delusional person who thinks she is as patient as Mother Earth but is in fact an incorrigible doormat,

d) Twisted in so many ways I don’t even know where the twists begin or end,

e) None of the above.

Birthday Wist List

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This post is a work in progress. I hoped to start writing a specific wish list – one from which someone reading this blog may want/afford to buy something – but this is not going beyond the second point. I’m amused at how many things I don’t want. I don’t want random books. I still want to read them, but the bookshelf overflow at home has made me reluctant to own anything more than what I cannot do without. I don’t want beautiful notebooks; much as I delight in them as commodities I can never find any use for them. All my impulsive notes or drawings are scribbled at the back of class notebooks, and these I purchase myself at the beginning of the semester, so they’re in place. I prefer my films and music burnt rather than bought, because then I can put the disc in a pouch and not waste space with the box. (These days I prefer them in a pen drive more than anything, being a cataloguing fiend, and accepting that not everyone can be bothered with spelling the file names correctly, capitalizing at the right places, filing by Musician – Year – Album – Name of Track and such other trivialities.) You cannot gift me clothes, shoes, wrist or ankle jewellery, because these will not fit.

Hm. The paragraph above is entirely different from what I intended to write, and as you’ll doubtlessly observe, not a list. I think I’ll come back in the evening and see if I can add anything else.

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My results came out on Saturday. This is not good. On Saturday morning I watched a film at a multiplex in a part of the city that once meant something to me (but doesn’t any more, and this is an irrelevant point), and then I walked, went to a library, went to a bookstore somewhere else, returned home, slept and did not know of the results having come out till late in the evening. Tomorrow being a holiday, I won’t come to know how I’ve done till Tuesday morning. Hmm. I seem to be less bothered by how (badly) I’ve done than the wait itself. I dislike the cramp on imaginative space imposed by periods of wait.

I think I will do a birthday wish list, though no one reads this blog yet.