Saturday, October the 18th, 2003

Today was one of the most unproductive days I have had in ages.

Slept in. I mean beyond late. Woke at 10:30 or some such? I don’t remember. I just remember feeling all nice and fresh. Sleep is good. Lots of sleep is better.

Spoke to my parents after a long time. (Where ‘long’ is measured in ones of weeks). Everything is normal and just the usual of course. But I guess they need to hear it from me at regular intervals just to make sure. Spoke to thatha patti too :D. Haven’t done that in a while.

Interestingly enough, or sadly actually, the most interesting thing is something like diwali is coming up, you need to wear new clothes. Now that reminded me of the most recent new clothing related incident, just before my birthday. I was gifted these clothes, including this denim shirt. Now I tried explaining to my relatives a denim shirt is just a bit (actually a lot more) over my level of ruggedness. I mean, I just can’t pull one off. But they’ve been insanely sweet to me, and insisted, so I did take it. I tried it some few days ago. Couldn’t keep it on for more than 30s. It’s still new. And it is going to be that way for a long time. Probably with my hair all greased up, slight stubble, leather gloves and working out and… no. Not happening.

Does anyone want one? Just pay for shipping and it’s yours. If it’s for some charity, I’ll ship it myself.

I also realized (and inadvertently blurted out) that I haven’t seen or worn my glasses in like 4-5 months and one “You should wear it you know” style sessions from my mom, and I’ve been wearing it continuously since last morning. I mean, it’s fun and all to humour them and still go on to do whatever you initially planned (which is what I usually do), but then that just sets up the even more extreme “I told you so” style session. And I’d rather wear it now and not deal with that in the future.

Another thing that hit me when the talk of festivals and what not came up, is that desi people over here are so much more into celebrating all these and even more obscure things. It’s like this intense need to preserve culture and what not. Why?. Damn hypocrites. Stuff they didn’t know or care about back home, they all magically start doing and celebrating here. What gives? Just be you, and move on not caring like you always do. Glad I got that off my chest.

Ahh yes, I was wondering what triggered the glasses thing. It was when we were talking about my brother. It’s like I lived in the same home, same parents, same school, same college… and yet he’s living this totally different life. Like different planet different. I never had a cell phone at that age, and I still don’t. Who would I need to keep in touch with that badly? No one. I didn’t have the thousands of bucks a month allowance. Hell I didn’t have one. Where would I spend it? I didn’t go out bowling or for pool or eat out… and definitely didn’t need it for gas money? I guess I was just amazed as to how different it’s been. Different as in living and not living different.

And when she brought up him dumping his glasses for (the implied cooler) contacts, I panicked?

With that call out of the way, the rest of the day has been plain relaxation. I do a lot of nothing. Today was more than most. Or is that less? Caught up on so much music. Rediscovered how glorious Blind Melon is. I finally listened to classic rock without being constantly told how classic it is (with an implied you must be pretty classic yourself if you still remember this). Listening to more stock stuff, Oasis, I realized again how close I am to completing my quest for owning all that they have released (and technically haven’t). Sure, it’s stupid to buy single cds from some no-name store in UK where the shipping costs more than the disc, but hey, I never claimed to be too bright. And on a vaguely related note, though Liam’s voice pretty much sucks, their live performances rock so much more than their albums. Which I don’t think I can say about any other band I’ve heard.

I also did some risky and exciting stuff (by my standards) by deviating from my little circle of music trust and listening to stuff from the outside, the radio. It’s not so bad. Some comments. People say Eminem helped Dido’s career featuring her in Stan? I’d say that’s my personal favourite Eminem song. In effect, she helped his music a lot more than he, hers. Some hard core person I know found, bought and forced me to listen to Norah Jones before her grammy fame. I did. And I must say I found it quite repetitive and dull at the time. Probably because it was a big jump in musical style from what I am usually used to, and I had to listen to the entire album in one go.

Anyway, none of that’s the point. I re-heard her “Don’t know why” after so long, and I loved it. And if you’re reading, and I certainly hope you are (being the reason for a lot more than just me maintaining this boringly detailed log of the smallest things in my life), here are some (slightly modified) lyrics from that song:

When I saw the break of day
I wished that I could fly away
Instead of kneeling in the sand
Catching teardrops in my hand

My heart is drenched in wine
But you’ll be on my mind

Something has to make you run
I don’t know why I didn’t come
I feel as empty as a drum
I don’t know why I didn’t call

And now I’ve got to get around to more goofing off, and eventually get ready for the comedy thing.

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