Among Other Things

Two days i spent phone-less, internet-less. Two days. And do you know why? Because some buffoon decide do pilfer the phone cable from the colony. Again. Admittedly, it is clever. But petty.

This is a controversial time. Polar events. India is becoming interesting (and i say interesting for want of a better word). Openly violent and unsafe are far more appropriate.

My life is getting climatic, my applications go out very soon. Thank goodness i'm done with the blessed essay. Monday was my last day at work until my November exams. Bleesh. Being home more has it's advantages: wake up later, erm, perhaps simple "advantage" is more correct. It also means more free time with which i do not really know what to do. Study more? Fat chance. Instead, I am more bored and less tired. I'd rather be tired, cos tired comes with fulfilled. Less work, less walks; less walks, less tired; less tired, less fulfilled. See?

Being home-alone is something that I would like to happen more often. I finally went to the beach, had a party, food was always of my choice and therefore cooking it was always rewarding. My redundancy is kicking in and this indolent existence is not what I enjoy.

Friday night was quite a time. Small scale party in terms of the number of people, but the noise was quite not in proportion. Turned out quite all right, these home-alone days.

It has been quite a while since my last post.

Other Things

It's time I wrote again. It's dropping rain outside. It has been doing so for too many days now, for it to still be wonderful. Mind, I crib when it gets hot too, but that is an innate tendency, cribbing. Rum-tum-tugger Complex, you could call it. Human nature or whatever. I like the rain when I'm out, not when it keeps me in. And you thought I was normal and straight-forward. Welcome to the labyrinthine psyche of a teenage girl.

Two relatively interesting things happened today: I took an online handwriting analysis and I had a "mother hen" moment. So you can see mine wasn't a very eventful day.

Let's talk about the "mother hen" incident first, yea. I was walking home, see, on a lovely, green, lonely road. Breezy, cloudy-sunny sky. Nice, altogether. I passed this lovely little village-like hut. Small, cozy, a bit on the road and in the way, but still. Quaint. There were chicks running about outside, four of them (and by chicks I mean baby poultry, not women). It delighted me so, that i felt (in public, yes) the urge to run with them. So I did. It was not an urge i could fight and the fickle weather does little to stimulate my will power. I ran in front of them, and then , as if I was there mother, they fell into a line and followed me. So obedient. Bless them. But I don't look like a mother hen! I don't! Do I???
Well, the owner was amused by this whole incident, until the chicks continued running after me, even after I headed off. I think he got a bit paranoid and possibly even insecure that I would lead them home, steal his livelihood. Those poor birds have a death-sentence placed upon them.

Yea, so the handwriting analysis result was pretty twisted. Some conflicting claims, but some parts were astonishingly accurate. An example of these polar evaluations, if you please:
A: Divya has a tendency to put things off, Divya procrastinates. She sometimes pretends to be busy, so she will not have to do whatever she is putting off. She is often late to appointments or deadlines. This usually leads to a great amount of effort at the last minute to meet the deadline. Procrastination is an important factor as it relates to her output on the job or at school. Remember, Divya will put it off until later. <--- Is true
B: Divya is selective when picking friends. She does not trust everyone. She has a select group of people that are truly close to her, usually two or three. She is careful when choosing her inner circle of friends. <--- Correct
C: Divya has a healthy imagination and displays a fair amount of trust. She lets new people into her circle of friends. She uses her imagination to understand new ideas, things, and people. <--- Erm...
D: Divya allows many people into her life because she is accepting and trusting. She is sometimes called gullible by her friends. That only really means that she trusts too many people. <--- HUH?! Divya has a vivid imagination. <--- Well, I guess so.

Oh, a little by-the-by, a post script, a "read if interested", a little tid-bit, a fun fact (courtesy Lauren): Procrastination is easily overcome through a simple stroke adjustment in the handwriting.

Moving On... Sounds, Sights and Insights

Now we reach the things I see and hear and think, outcomes of my many wanderings. Next year, hopefully I will go away to college and then the answer to the question of my return will become an iffy one. I spend my free time, between work and classes and coming home and going out to play, walking. I've walked far and wide, seen things that aren't all quite suitable for the location (like a pathology lab in Fontainhas), and some that can't have been set in a more appropriate place (like the old man who plays the violin at his window every time I pass his house- he's a nice old bloke, I've stopped to chat).

My daily wanderings have really taught me a lot about where I live. I can now catalogue a reasonably long list of dead-end roads, built for no apparent or even unapparent reason. They lead to nowhere where no other road leads to, and they don't pass anywhere else that people might use it for other destinations.

On the other hand, there are some places which have a minimum of four separate roads leading to them, all useful. I guess that's what they mean by "well-connected".

The clouds are back, great grey fiends, they are. Don't get me wrong, I love the rain. I love almost every aspect of it, except this: the dung doesn't dry. Goa is berserk in some ways, it's a blend of village, city, town, tourist destination and more. Here I speak of the village element. Cattle and all, them are here all over, they play the part of road dividers and such, even.
Well, about the rain and the dung... for someone with the tendency to step, you know (the rain keeps the dung very wet), it doesn't work. I am one of those people. I am clumsy. I step and slip and fall and drop and break and more, it's terrible. Thank god it hasn't affected my cookery, especially at work.

Speaking of cookery (and now I segue) I made rotis a few days ago. Some were round (and impressively so, really), the others ... erm ... I think the term "amoebic" would be an appropriate generalization.

I think I've exhausted my entire archive of talking points, or at least those I remember. I'll write again in the near future.