It is one of
those days when I feel the presence of so many bitches surrounding me, keeping
a check on me to know what I do, how I do it and if doing nothing, then just being
there like a spy counting my breaths. It’s like you were leading your life
peacefully, oblivious to all the political, social and miscellaneous shit
happening around and suddenly, you get poked in your ribs, jabbed on your back
and punched on your face for the sheer reason that you were not paying
attention. Why does the world starve for my attention to begin with? I doubt if
it is made of gold!
There have
been instances when I was so less concerned about the people around me that
they had to do something as silly as climbing a tree on their back to get my eyes
on them. And then, there have been those instances, too, when my response to
any situation they pulled me in was appalled at just because my (weird) thoughts
fertilized those words.
I am a
person who loves to live in my dream-bubble, which is so often gemmed with
luxuries like creativity, experiments, yearnings, desires, aim, talent, plans
and more plans. I am so happy dwelling in my-this-prized-mansion that many a
times, I do not feel the need of any next-in-number thing around me (living or
non-living). Since the bitches around do not pay attention to the implied
meanings of my face expressions, most of the times, they end up calling me anti-social
or worse, arrogant.
This is one
of those days when I see my ‘self’ getting lost in the smoke these bitches have
filled my mansion with. Well, I stay calm and wait for this bad air to get
cleared. I am sure moods change and so do people; for bitches, I could never
say anything with absolute certainty but I am sure even they would someday get
tired of being ignored and would opt for an alternate path to tread on. I wish
I had something like this to shoo them all away!
