Potpoli

When your day starts with a lady inflicting her figurative imagination of a bare chested shahrukh khan and taking sides on who is better dressed , allu arjun or chiranjeevi then you quite understand that you are no where close to the magic moment of life where a yes or a no can change your life forever .

I silently chose to suppress any kind of an emotion that could have cropped up at that moment , for, today I had decided would be different ,much different from yesterday and better than tomorrow. Whatever memorial day might mean to the yankees, for me it was a chance to get back at all the fun that I had missed out on for over the last few weeks.

But then reality as always makes a silent back door entry and makes me think now , whether I bore people or people bore me which is quite strange for a normally people friendly person like me. Or should I be asking, how much do I bore people?

Either ways, like any planned holiday, here I am, seeking inspiration from loneliness.
Not that I willfully chose it but like always people have been busy doing so many other things , just today.

To feel lonely is one thing but to know you are alone is another,
Much like, to go out on a long walk is one thing but to have encountered a stray dog longing for your blood is another (a watchman with a stone in his hand does help )

Or clearly put, to suffer because y our love is unrecognized is one thing but to suffer the looks of a man whose lady you are gaping at is not so much the same and for the understanding of the common man , to be seated in a café sipping lemon tea with a Friedman or Dostoevsky is so much of one thing when compared to reading a Chacha Chaudhary ( double digest) , then the lemon tea very unassumingly slips peoples minds , especially when they peep and see the intellectual man reading ‘Rocket’s Kidnapping ‘
’ Beeni In Park ‘ and ‘Clever Potpoli’.

But then , every day has it’s learning, do not let people know that you still find literary solace in Chacha Chaudhary and please do not read that in public . Also the Diamond Coloring Contest at the end of the book is only for children below 15 years , So do not waste your time and ofcourse the sketch pens.

.. it means you can see two dots

hi
now iam in hyd
i came on monday
means today

I am toying with the idea of soon starting a separate diary for such invaluable gems from my cousin and not to mention the out of the world expereinces from the cab..

aaaa...aaaaa......aaaaa....aaaaa... kabhi kushi kabhi..(*sniff)

hi
uate your lunch
what spaseal
how is nirmaakka
and praveenannaya
did annya came from banglor
sorry because
we thaought go out on sataday
but
now i am in wgl
now how
ok
i will come to hyd at monday or sunday ok after annya comes from banglore we will go to any movie ok please give any answers

throat filled with huge lumps every inch , the pleasure you feel to see your nephew writing
his first scrap to you...(*sniff)

aaaaaaa.....aaaaaaaaaaa... kabhi kushi kabhi...(*sniff) in the background

I think

If I think that I should think about thinking about the unthinkable, which , in itself is quite unthinkable to think of, then to think that I think, I think can be thought of to be unthinkable in the normal realm of thinking. For, he who thinks can think of thinking cannot really think of someone else to be thinking about his thinking of about thinking of thinking. Which makes me think that as I set about thinking about thinking being so complex in thought, how can you simply think of this thought which has already been thought of to be unthinkably thoughtless to be thoughtless? So, as I keep thinking about thinking, which by then would have already been thought of, then to think before the thought is totally unthinkable, but then you always thought that you think.

You think so?

I thought so.