The summer has set in and its blisteringly warm in Calcutta, so what does one do at such a time? Come out with his "Summer collection 2012",unfortunately I did not have much options when it came to attire at home, no good shorts or tracks to wear in the pathetic weather that has hit the city, close to 40 degrees Celsius , its been like this for almost a month now, no respite it seems and the lowest temperature of 29 degrees is not much a fact to jump about.
So here I am chucking out a ton of my old clothes because some of them are winter wear and some are in pathetic condition , converting the ones in poor condition to cloths being used to clean up the house, I open and clear my wardrobe and what do I find?
I have no shorts at all, not boxers but shorts which I can wear at home, this is because I finally did chuck out the shorts I used to wear around 10 years back when I was playing football in the sand dunes of Dubai, in those days the shorts would reach my knees, now the same shorts barely cover my balls. So off they went and so did I to talk to my parents,
"I need new shorts"
"Not a problem" says my dad, he has a few friends in the complex in the whole clothing business and surely enough I get a huge selection of shorts delivered to my place a couple of days later.
Trying them on one at a time, typical parents commenting on what looks good and not, I finally like a pair of shorts which are again till my knees and they are of decent quality that I can wear the same when I do go outside to places like McDonalds or KFC.
When I tell my parents that I want more of the same in the same XL size, its like the earth has shattered and 2012 is upon us, ok well it is upon us but that is not the point, my parents can't seem to get the idea as to why I would want shorts till my knees, those are not shorts, they are quite large for you and well they are very baggy and loose fitting.
What they don't understand is that this is my master plan for saving money, you see, I did get around 4 pair of shorts of the size I wanted now the good part is that these shorts will serve me a lifetime, well not a lifetime but based on the fact above that a pair of shorts lasted for a good 10 years with rough wear and a whole lotta football matches in tough conditions, these new shorts will last longer since I don't play football anymore, retired from the game since I reached the high points of doing Cruyff turns on the tough hard concrete covered rooftops of Chintoo's house in Mansartala lane, back to the point, these are going to last me long and I wont have to buy a new pair in a long time, this is how we save money.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Time
You wake up on a sad Monday morning, rubbing the fairy dust from your eyes, scratching your hair and then your groin, its been a long yet short Sunday and well Mondays just suck ass, so you get off bed, do a couple of stretches look up at the clock and the alarm bells start ringing
"FFFFAAAAAAAKKKKKK, I am late"
"God dammit, fucking alarm didn't ring"
Rush, run, faster than the Flash, fuck the morning constitutional, fuck my breakfast we have to make it to the death hole called the office on time. Been late for the last 4 Mondays on the trot, not going to happen again.
Sound a little familiar, well I have had this fear of being late for appointments and the like ever since I heard my dad giving me a talk about how important it is to maintain time, true while I spend 2 hours at night practically trolling about on internet sites and forums, not once can I say that I have been late [uber late] for any appointment, if I am going to be late, I do have the decency and etiquette to call first.
Earlier today a friend of mine came over and he asked me what the time was
"7:30 PM" was the time showing on my wrist watch, before he could note the time, I intervened
"Umm dude, my watch is actually 15 minutes fast", yes people do keep their watch 5 minutes fast but the freakshow that I am would rather keep his watch 15 minutes fast, why do you ask?
its elementary my dear friends, you see on a long office day, when you see that time just wont fly by, you look up to your watch and it is 15 minutes ahead of the time it should be. THAT is a proper pick me up, "Dang I got 15 minutes less to burn up here and then I can go back home"
While Amir[ the friend who came over] looks up to my wall clock, ding dong that clock is 25 minutes fast, perplexed he looks at me
"Dude, that watch was bloody 10 minutes slow for the past 2 days, always keep it 15 minutes ahead so to counter that 10 minutes slow, I made it 25 minutes fast"
Still not getting it. "Ahhhh and the clock in my parents room is 15 minutes slow, my cell phones are 10 and 15 minutes ahead of time and the Cuckoo clock in the living room is 5 minutes fast"
Trying to make all time instruments negate each other, maybe the Cuckoo isn't the one on the wall. However looking at the watch and seeing time fly by when it isn't sure as hell makes for a happy reading on a shit assed work day.
"FFFFAAAAAAAKKKKKK, I am late"
"God dammit, fucking alarm didn't ring"
Rush, run, faster than the Flash, fuck the morning constitutional, fuck my breakfast we have to make it to the death hole called the office on time. Been late for the last 4 Mondays on the trot, not going to happen again.
Sound a little familiar, well I have had this fear of being late for appointments and the like ever since I heard my dad giving me a talk about how important it is to maintain time, true while I spend 2 hours at night practically trolling about on internet sites and forums, not once can I say that I have been late [uber late] for any appointment, if I am going to be late, I do have the decency and etiquette to call first.
Earlier today a friend of mine came over and he asked me what the time was
"7:30 PM" was the time showing on my wrist watch, before he could note the time, I intervened
"Umm dude, my watch is actually 15 minutes fast", yes people do keep their watch 5 minutes fast but the freakshow that I am would rather keep his watch 15 minutes fast, why do you ask?
its elementary my dear friends, you see on a long office day, when you see that time just wont fly by, you look up to your watch and it is 15 minutes ahead of the time it should be. THAT is a proper pick me up, "Dang I got 15 minutes less to burn up here and then I can go back home"
While Amir[ the friend who came over] looks up to my wall clock, ding dong that clock is 25 minutes fast, perplexed he looks at me
"Dude, that watch was bloody 10 minutes slow for the past 2 days, always keep it 15 minutes ahead so to counter that 10 minutes slow, I made it 25 minutes fast"
Still not getting it. "Ahhhh and the clock in my parents room is 15 minutes slow, my cell phones are 10 and 15 minutes ahead of time and the Cuckoo clock in the living room is 5 minutes fast"
Trying to make all time instruments negate each other, maybe the Cuckoo isn't the one on the wall. However looking at the watch and seeing time fly by when it isn't sure as hell makes for a happy reading on a shit assed work day.
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