03 March 2008

A day in the life of a non-famous person

I'm so out of ideas and the creative genious that usually bubbles over in my head :D Every idea and every enthusiasm and every shred of motivation I have ever possessed has been sucked dry. Dry as a bone. Dry as a bone in a dusty village road in Bihar, for good measure. I'm guessing it's the aliens that did that, I was not sure what they were doing mucking around with my head the last time I was abducted. I will have to bring this up next time I meet them.

So let's see, maybe today I'll pretend I'm famous. And write about stupid, mundane things and pretend people will still be interested in whatever nonsense I come up with. I will write about my typical weekend, I will invent imaginary lovers and illicit affairs, several of them - Dukes and Barons and Prime Ministers and members of the local Panchayat. Or maybe I'll just write about the type of men I find attractive (a man with scissors lodged in his temple and has a bat where the sun don't shine while he's on fire), and what color I paint my toes...

Hmm, what else? What else do celebrities do? Oh, yes, almost forgot - my sessions with my many therapists, how hot my psychiatrist is and my plans of seducing him. And the charities, don't forget the charities. And the trips to war-torn areas, and hold a hammer and cutely perspire (celebrities, I've been told, don't sweat like us common folks) in the sun while you help build schools, homes, or whatever is necessary for raggedy little kids in Kolkata.

I give up. This is, first of all, no fun. Second, I suck at it. Third, there are more than enough celebrities to do all that, I think a pretend-celeb is the last thing the world needs right now.

"True love is giving all you have to someone you know you're going to lose". Ray H Wall

I saw that today and thought it sounded very wise but I couldn't quite fathom its meaning. But I think I have true love. Or have had. Or felt. Or still feel. I'm pretty sure I have something to do with it, so I'm not altogether sucked dry. Bless those deft little alien hands.

I'm glad the weekend is over, it always gives you too much time to think. But this one wasn't bad, we celebrated our new fridge with a bottle of champagne. And we sat with our glasses and talked about our heartaches - an alcoholic parent, an over-controlling parent, the man you love but will never have, an indifferent step-parent....It's not going to take the pain away but I'm glad to be able to sit and talk, and my heart goes out to my friends, and my heart goes out to myself, and I hate it that there's so much pain and heartache and sorrow and general bitterness in this life.

And in the end, I think all everybody needs is to be loved a little better. I think that would just about solve everything.

And we cook, and we give up after everyone cuts themselves. See the extra bulky, very fashionable hanky on one of the hands? That actually required 3 stitches, I got lucky and just ended up with a bandaid. I also got rid (almost successfully) of my new fringes.
Undaunted by mortal wounds and also emboldened by the bubblies, somebody decides somebody wants to dance. So we get dressed and go out. We end up singing 'Sex Bomb' on karaoke. And 'I Will Survive' and I like it because I start believing it when I sing it. And what if the truth is far from it? My world is what I believe it to be. We swiped flowers from the lobby on our way back, which Op very nicely arranged in a wine glass -
Note how the carnations are not on the stalks, the stalks are bereft of flowers or leaves, while the flowers peacefully float directly on the water. Very artistic.

And we go home, and I step in my room to find somebody had left the fan on, which had blown my entire 149 sheets of Latin lessons all over the room. There were prepositions on my bed, verbs and conjunctions under it, it was a very grammatically incorrect mess. I was too tired so I slept with the papers strewn all over.

And yes, Latin. I am teaching myself Latin. I have attempted to learn Spanish and German, signed up for classes, both of which were complete failures. Mostly due to my failure to turn up for lessons. So now I've picked Latin so I can fail more impressively. 'I studied Latin but it was really tough and with work pressure and other social life-related pressure, I had to give it up' I'll say, and won't even be lying. It sounds snazzier than saying I quit my Spanish or German lessons.

And at work, I've always believed my friends to have a higher level of intellect than the average Indian. But sometimes they make me wonder. Passed on a news page about a shooting incident to Shirley, she was quiet for a while as she read, then she said 'four slugs removed? Wow!!!'. Quiet for a bit again. Then rather meekly 'What's a slug Jerusha?' 'A bullet' I said. 'Oh, so that's okay then' she said. I asked her why that was okay, it seemed she'd orginally thought doctors removed live, slimy, crawly slugs from the gun-shot patient's body!

Then on to Sohna - I go excitedly ping her with the news that "Woman loses 180 pounds! 180 pounds!!!" (Note all the exclamation marks) My friend's languid response? "I'm assumin tht's weight? not cash?" It's not like I would use exclamation marks for anything below a thousand pounds. Maybe one for 500 and above, and three exclamation marks would have to involve life-changing amounts.

And that's a day in the life of a non-famous person and her non-famous friends. Well, I think I covered more than a day, but they're all the same anyhow.

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20 comments:

Joseph said...

haha... sawi tur pawh ka hre vak lo. "slugs" part hian min tihlim ber mai, a pic i link ber kher lah chu a la chiang em em zui a. ka wrap trep.. lolzz

hmanah topic dang daih, mahse inzulzui deuh si, ka thian pakhat nen khan yahoo ah kan inbia a. "mace entrance ka pe anga" tih kha a rawn type ta a, enge mace entrance chu ni ang aw? tiin ka ngaihtuah char char a, medical lam a tui avangin medical line anih ngei riin ka google vel ta a. Ka hmu zo thlot lo, MACE chu. a hnu daihah dr. tetei ka jot a, a hre bik si lo. Chuan, ka beidawng tawpkhawk tawh a, ka thiannu chu ka biak leh chuan MACE exam chu enge ka tia. "mace" exam ka ti hlei nem... "mahse" entrance ka pe anga ka tia lawm a ti. hihi... buai hrep phah. ka intih fin tum lutuk naah. a tirah zawh fiah ve nghal mai awm. :D

sawmpuia said...

"dry as the bones of bihari street" khai a i va han sawi thiam ve le. Duh leh ka sam suk zawh ro rawn compare leh rawh. Weekend chu maw.. Dr... i ko mai lo nia..lolzz

Tun weekend kha chu booked tlatsi a kan inkawm hmanlo a nih kha. Sunhlu zu minla treat dawn nia :-)BTW thu ho te te a lang pawh hi chhep thiam riau. Hei ziah tur ka nei a minlo ziahsak mai teh ka rilru ah engmah a lut theilo...

Calliopia said...

LOL for an all out of creative ideas, bone dry, dry as a bone in a dusty Bihari village road post, this made for an enjoyable read. As usual. Nice hair btw. Very sleek.

Jerusha said...

father - mace i ron tih khan ka rilru lo lang hmasa ber I hre duh em? Hanuman-a LOL Slugs chu, an rapawm deuh reuh na in, mi te an zuk lo tal a, hei han en la I rapna reh vek mai ang - http://www.worth1000.com/entries/112000/112068EJLI_w.jpg

Jerusha said...

sawmpui-pui - hmanni kha, I lo induh ber bor ltk a ka ngei teh mai che nia. Ka titau rih deuh dawn! Sunhlu zu pawh beisei rih su! Thu thu!

J - thank you! The hair's pretty neat huh :P even if I do say so myself, for someone who's had a beehive all her life, it feels like heaven having this hair!

joe said...

well too start with your hair looks awsome. I would like too add if your brain is bone dry as a dusty road i hate too see whats in mine.I hear you about weekends if your not running around doing things and having fun or just busy working on home projectes they can suck.Then theres sunday night thinking about work the next day and i get this bad feeling, not sure if that happens to anybody else but i hate that feeling then monday comes and tuesday before i know it. its the weekend again.Then on too cooking i wont even go there because i have no clue, i cant even boil water lol.I am still studying english and when i get that down I am going too try some other languge, but if i cant get english down and i have been working on that for 48 years i think i am in trouble.One other thing you girls are lucky you can sit around and talk about the things you do not many guys do.I wonder if we did if we would feel better about things?well i am off thanks for filling my mind with more thoughts. have a good one.

Macabreday said...

"True love is giving all you have to someone you know you're going to lose". Ray H Wall
makes sense sometimes.... only sometimes.

and... you have been "TAGGED"

and ohh.. did i say nice hair??

Pavan said...

Cool info abt ur self........ dats was sum blog dat was surely different keep it goin ive added u on flickr

Jerusha said...

Joe - thank you, I'm glad you think my hair looks nice! It matters to me what you think :-) You cook better than I do, I remember you used to fillet fishes. I want to study Latin only because I'm so hopeless anywhere else. I'd rather cook well than speak Latin, but Latin is definitely easier to learn.

Jerusha said...

mac - thank ye thank ye! And yep, also taking up the tag, looks pretty interesting.

pav - thanks for linking me. I'm still doing the research for you, not easy - anyway, will call you soon.

DayDreamBeliever said...

Girl, your writing skills make me breathless; am totally in awe! I guess what they say about coking must be partly true of writing too - it's all in the presentation, and you do present well. Very well.

Latin, eh? I am suitably and thoroughly impressed. Hope you don't decide to quit. Amor Omnia Vincet.

Joseph said...

mace tih chuan enge i rilru ah lo awm reng reng a? :D

Jerusha said...

daydreambeliever - I'll humbly just say thank you and keep my mouth shut :) As for Latin, I haven't learned enough to quit yet anyway...

Jerusha said...

father - mace chu ka rilru a awm chu mace hi, this club-like weapon thingy, Hanumana'n a ken ve ziah hi..

mystic said...

'slugs' tih lai vel khian min ti nui nasa ltk... ti daih ila, comment hmasa bera 'mace' buaina khi nuizatthlak bawk

Pointblank said...

Its my first time here. And WOW! is all I can say!!!

Jerusha said...

mystic - a hriat sual ve theih khawp mai tiro mi mawl lo tan pawh hian :) India ram leh phei chu kan gun-violent lo sia, slugs tih hian ran nung bak rilru ah hian lang lo ni ber e! mace pawh khi chhe lo tak chu ni hahah

pointblank - thank You!

Jinx said...

I ziahtur hrelo pawh ti hi inia!!Ngaihnawm leh bon tuar. Chilthli tla duah in kan chhiar leh pek chu :)

I sam i inhmeh thlot bok. I post hmasa a mi ho khan anlo rel che chu ka hrethiam ta ltk....an thik ltk vang che anih chiah kha.An bialpa te ho ruksak vek roh...hahahha!!

Jerusha said...

jinx - ka lawm e, saturday zing ti ber buring ka tho a, I comment ka hmu a ka mood fuh nghal vek hahah chhe seng sawng khawp mai. And as for the rel-ers :P, I'm pretty sure none of them has a boyfriend interesting enough to steal away :)

Pavan said...

Ive got some hint of German... Dats when I learnt I had to go there. Dats when I got some dose of German for my short stint there...