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*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.
