I must disagree with the adage that goes “what you don’t know can’t hurt you”, Mi. Considering I suffer from infobesity and that I am curious as a roomful of cats about everything I come in contact with, I just cannot bear not knowing something. […]
Memories from another day . . .
Sometimes, real life is stranger than fiction, Mi. Circumstances, priorities and perspectives transform us in ways we never even imagined. Of late, I’ve been finding it funny how family members don’t care to keep in touch. When I take the initiative to call them, they […]
R was right you know, Mi. He usually is. After freaking out over the long pending laptop repair, I finally got the broken child fixed. So now I no longer have to fret over the wobbly screen. Although, to the laptop’s credit, I must say it was behaving well in spite of my shenanigans.
Oh gosh that was one scary day when I suddenly fainted and took the laptop, wire and all with me, and crashed to the ground.
Actually I was working on something, and wanted to go pee. So I got up and suddenly had that funny light-headed feeling – with the awareness that I was going to fall, but unable to do anything to control it.
Sury was walking up and down, from the back door to the front door, talking on the phone and he had just reached the front door when he heard a deafening crash – that’s what he said later. Imagine his stunned surprise when he rushed in and saw me in a heap near the door, right next to the large carton I was using to dump stuff we don’t need! The laptop was on the floor, and my lovely ABCD table?
Splintered. The room looked like mayhem.
All because I had gotten up, and swayed in the direction of the wire that went from the laptop to the plug point. Crash! Freaky eh?
So anyway, we cleared the mess and Sury had the foresight to press the laptop panels together. Miraculously, it worked. And continued to do so until I decided, enough and got it repaired. I have been wanting to buy a small laptop that I can carry with me when I travel but in my true style, have been procrastinating over it.
Then I thought about my old laptop – which of course weighs a ton but is smaller than the current one. I thought why not experiment with reinstalling its OS….and did. Vista to Windows 7. Successfully. I now have another working laptop, except its mousepad’s left click is dead. Still, a good backup system. Which leaves me wondering whether I really should buy a carry around laptop. Why not just NOT do it? So I’ll procrastinate some more. I am getting a little tired of the device overload. I mean, trying to simplify and in the process, complicate? Bwahaha.
It has me thinking – why should I even carry work when I travel? Why can’t I simply catch up on reading? I can anyway check email on the phone and even manage to respond. So I’ll hold that thought for a while longer. I also considered getting a keyboard for the tab…then decided against it. I have the distinct feeling of having done something super wise! Haha. Presently, I just carry a couple of books when I travel, so I will simply stick to that routine. I also carry the spirally bound notebook to write and doodle in. And we all know that I carry the phone mainly to click photos.
Can’t help thinking of Kittu mama fondly here. How he loved to tinker with things. Sunday afternoons were devoted to picking our Ansonia wall pendulum clock apart and putting it together again. I never understood why he did that with a clock that was working perfectly fine. Then the Murphy radio. Oh! Wasn’t so successful putting that back together. I remember how the radio repair guy would laugh when he saw Mama with the parts pocketed in a double newspaper sheet… and help him out over a happy cup of chai.
Those were the days eh? Perhaps I’ve inherited that family trait from him. I had my own version of it – sweating in a corner tinkering with audio and video cassettes, transferring them from one case to another, laboriously .. manually winding and unwinding the tape, sometimes splicing them to make a mixed tape. Sheesh. Even Vidur used to think I could fix anything. Still does!
So, be that as it may… I just might attempt to reinstall the OS in my main laptop to speed it up. Fingers, toes and every other digit crossed for this digital endeavor, eh? What’s the worst that can happen anyway, as Unca used to say.
Of the most eclectic kind, Mi! This time I took my procrastination too far and look what I did. You know you’ve been hobnobbing with stars of the likes of MJ … and now, you’ve been joined by none other than .. Prince. The Purple One has passed on to the other side. Your side. Lucky you. If only you could call me each time he performed there, like you used to when you were here. Will you tell him how much I adored him?
I can almost feel a twinge of envy, you know! And to get over that, I just enjoyed a Prince Marathon that segued slightly into some MJ-ness and onward. In short, a good three hours whizzed by rather quickly – three hours that I could have focused on and finished work, but ah well. You know. Perks of flexi-time, working from home, freelance and all that. Or just pure lethargy and desperate to goof off a bit.
In the meantime, even as I was getting around to telling you about Prince, we lost someone else. Yeah. Shivamma. Watch out, is all I can say. “They” were considerate enough to email me to let me know and suggested I take a head to toe shower. It was nice to know that “Her whole life was was her family and her family was her whole life“. So charming. Also, I am told she liked me. A lot. She also apparently “often asked about you said by being born on saraswathi pujai day u will acquire high level of following due to your skill and knowledge” Isn’t that lovely? Aren’t I the lucky one? But of course. Hmm.
The most intriguing thing is this, Mi. The day before I got that email, I dreamed of her. I woke up in the morning, somewhat disoriented and very surprised about this out of the blue dream. But then, dreams have a tendency to do that. Probably dig up sh*t from our subconscious mind and send a whiff of it into our conscious mind, to freak us out when we wake up because we can only remember snippets, if those. As the day wears on, all memory of that dream is lost. So I was a bit stunned. What a coincidence that the email should arrive later in the day, to say she had passed on. R.I.P eh?
I am sorry I just cannot get over some things. I know you don’t approve, but my blood simply simmers over what you went through and later, together, what we went through. That doesn’t mean I will react, or do anything, but its there. And probably always will be.
So right now I have just this for you. I would have played you know what but then I’d have to worry about this blog’s rating after that. Enjoy!
Lemme settle down in my head and I’ll be back tomorrow with pleasanter stuff, Mm? Just so you know, I skipped my second coffee today in favor of a glass of cold milk. What’s up with that?