Velai irundhum slight-a vetti

After playing minesweeper for hours losing every minute, I decided to give up. Luck wasn’t favouring me at all (well, only in the case of Minesweeper, Lady Luck!) and every guess I made was going wrong. I was getting bored and thought of going to the kitchen to see what my mom was doing. One look convinced me not to near the area: she was making ‘pori urundai’ for the Karthigai festival this evening. I had done my part of the work: I’d peeled and powdered tens of cardamom seeds. That done, I have silently refused to do any further work by retreating into my room and ‘working’ on the computer.

Then mom wanted me to find the dhobi guy in our apartment. I went down and found him sleeping. Then I went past him into our lil’-park. I went and sat on the swing when two old women gave me weird looks. Concluding that they definitely thought I was too old for the swing (sigh…I’m not that old!!) I got down, depressed that I was getting old for many things I wanted to do. Then I realised that I would feel young in one place: the gym. I went to the apartment gym and found it locked. I peered through the curtains and was delighted at all the things inside. I decided that I had to be fit when at home especially, since I was doing nothing but eating, sleeping and watching movies. Then somebody said the gym wasn’t working properly.

Dash it! I returned home. Found some random self-improvement books: 25 ways to motivate people, 52 ways to live successfully, and finally Improve your English. I decided I didn’t need any of those and went back to my huge Shantaram book.

Damn…can’t even read that now. I have so much to do (what, I don’t know, but that’s what my mom says), but I don’t feel like doing anything. Probably watch a movie. But that’s a bad chance to take since going anywhere near the television would mean a good shelling from mom (and chances of work: cleaning the lamps!). Right now I’ve spent some ten minutes wandering around the apartment searching for people and another ten minutes writing this. Another 8 hours 25 minutes left before everyone thinks it’s high time I slept.

-- Velai irundhum slight-a vetti.