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raven*growl*
Fuck.
Fucking computer. Just had a long entry typed up, and lost it all, because the bloody off button on the CPU is so huge and easy to press you can turn off the computer by moving your foot!
Huge entry, all about the odd things that have happened this morning, and it was important. Very important. And somehow I don't want to type it all up again!
It was mostly to do with what a bad mood I was in, and how I'd snapped out of it, but I am now in it again and with a vengeance. Mashi was supposed to be taking me out today, but something's come up and now she can't...
I'm not trying to sound like a bitch. She is helping with Sony's Indian promotion of Asereje, the Ketchup Song. I've been ditched for ketchup.
Anyway, I am at Chittaranjan Park, on her computer. All she knows about technology is leeched from me, so she's asked me to spring-clean this computer, which I may or may not do.
No. I will. It's something to do...
At least I'm not at Ram Nagar (my grandmother's house)... I hate it there. I can't tell Pedar I hate it there, of course, and he knows I seem to be in a bad mood but he doesn't know why, and he wants to know why, and I want to tell him because there's so few things I don't tell him, which in turn bothers me and puts me in a worse mood than I was...
I have so much to do, and I guess I want to go home.
My mother is frustrated because she's fed up of playing the role of a daughter of the house. She's continually making cups of tea and being hospitable to the hundreds of visitors who randomly drop in. So we were both in righteous rages with each other this morning, and for no reason except we need someone to take everything out on.
Which is one of the reasons I am so glad to be here. It's calm here. This is Mrinalini, the house of my mother's uncle and aunt, who have taken on the role of her parents, because my mother's father died thirty years ago. Their daughter is my mashi (aunt) and we all get on well. No stress here. They all leave me alone to do what I like, and that suits me fine.
I have to go back at six. Pedar and I are going to the airport... right now he's taking Chiklu and my Bua (aunt) to Connaught Place to go shopping. I don't know why they need him, as Bua is a notoriously good haggler, but for some reason his presence is required. My mother and Dadu (her uncle) are going to AIIMS - I don't know why. They'll be back later.
Right now I'm okay, I'm happy.
Fuck.
Fucking computer. Just had a long entry typed up, and lost it all, because the bloody off button on the CPU is so huge and easy to press you can turn off the computer by moving your foot!
Huge entry, all about the odd things that have happened this morning, and it was important. Very important. And somehow I don't want to type it all up again!
It was mostly to do with what a bad mood I was in, and how I'd snapped out of it, but I am now in it again and with a vengeance. Mashi was supposed to be taking me out today, but something's come up and now she can't...
I'm not trying to sound like a bitch. She is helping with Sony's Indian promotion of Asereje, the Ketchup Song. I've been ditched for ketchup.
Anyway, I am at Chittaranjan Park, on her computer. All she knows about technology is leeched from me, so she's asked me to spring-clean this computer, which I may or may not do.
No. I will. It's something to do...
At least I'm not at Ram Nagar (my grandmother's house)... I hate it there. I can't tell Pedar I hate it there, of course, and he knows I seem to be in a bad mood but he doesn't know why, and he wants to know why, and I want to tell him because there's so few things I don't tell him, which in turn bothers me and puts me in a worse mood than I was...
I have so much to do, and I guess I want to go home.
My mother is frustrated because she's fed up of playing the role of a daughter of the house. She's continually making cups of tea and being hospitable to the hundreds of visitors who randomly drop in. So we were both in righteous rages with each other this morning, and for no reason except we need someone to take everything out on.
Which is one of the reasons I am so glad to be here. It's calm here. This is Mrinalini, the house of my mother's uncle and aunt, who have taken on the role of her parents, because my mother's father died thirty years ago. Their daughter is my mashi (aunt) and we all get on well. No stress here. They all leave me alone to do what I like, and that suits me fine.
I have to go back at six. Pedar and I are going to the airport... right now he's taking Chiklu and my Bua (aunt) to Connaught Place to go shopping. I don't know why they need him, as Bua is a notoriously good haggler, but for some reason his presence is required. My mother and Dadu (her uncle) are going to AIIMS - I don't know why. They'll be back later.
Right now I'm okay, I'm happy.
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on 2002-12-20 01:20 am (UTC)Happens to me all the time...
Glad to hear you're having fun!
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on 2002-12-20 01:36 am (UTC)Could I ask you something? Would you make me a Something Corporate icon with the lyrics I like, you know... "And you're restless, and I'm naked, and you gotta get out, you can't stand to see me shaking..."
Or less, if all that doesn't fit.
Wish I could get on a messenger service - I'll just try...
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on 2002-12-20 02:23 am (UTC)Any prefered pictures?
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on 2002-12-20 03:21 am (UTC)Thank you!
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on 2002-12-20 03:39 am (UTC)Ooh, I'm all excited now...
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on 2002-12-20 04:18 am (UTC)Also, check this out...
As you can see, I'm having a very productive day...
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on 2002-12-20 04:27 am (UTC)They're too big!
The damn files are over 40K.
Will go rectify...
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on 2002-12-20 04:45 am (UTC)The Globes and Maps one is still enormous.
*sulks*
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on 2002-12-21 02:26 am (UTC)Re:
on 2002-12-21 08:53 am (UTC)She loves me...
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on 2002-12-20 07:01 am (UTC)Mine is like that; the main switch is small enough, but it's hooked into a backup battery and that switch can be turned on or off if you just brush against it.
she's asked me to spring-clean this computer
I'm doing this also; in a few months I'm getting a new one and I don't want to clutter it up with junk. Some of my duplicate files have duplicates!
My mother is frustrated because she's fed up of playing the role of a daughter of the house. She's continually making cups of tea and being hospitable to the hundreds of visitors who randomly drop in.
It must be extremely difficult to find yourself going suddenly from being your own person to having a set of cultural duties and roles imposed upon you. I don't think anyone would want me around; I'd go nuts, open my big mouth, and say something that couldn't be repaired.
So we were both in righteous rages with each other this morning, and for no reason except we need someone to take everything out on.
That happens sometimes with Simtra and I too. Usually it's problems with his work and my frustration with pets that does it; yelling at pets doesn't help and yelling at the boss gets you fired so we yell at each other.
I don't know why they need him, as Bua is a notoriously good haggler
Is it like a market place? It sounds like one of our flea or farmer's markets. I love going to places like that.
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on 2002-12-21 02:44 am (UTC)As for Connaught Place... it's Delhi's main shopping street - it's circular, made up of three circles of complete chaos. It has lots of ordinary shops, mixed in with stalls and one-man enterprises, and people haggle everywhere. The Indians aren't content with not haggling - they'd rather haggle an hour and get the price down by one rupee than just buy something without saying anything.
So, yes... my Bua came home yesterday with four pairs of shoes. She said she was on a roll... (god knows what the poor CP traders thought)...