I should, I tell myself, get off my ass, and DO SOMETHING. Be a power puff girl. Take charge of life. Tweak my CV. BE the CHANGE. Get motivated! NETWORK! Meet people and not run out of steam before I put my shoes on because, well, I do that a lot and I don't, after all, have a job and I can't forever be selling cakes with Gupta ji -- what everyone in my family calls the boyfriend -- so, what's it gonna be?
I'll have a comic silence with no income on the side, please.
Like a best friend and I used to say in this one phase of ours:
Point to be Noted
Maybe the smiling bit is from this humility thing that comes when you have scraps of rupees in the bank. I'm eating at home. I'm saying yes sir, no sir, three bags full sir. I'm picking up after myself. If I get out of the house, I'm back home for dinner. When I'm out, I sometimes check if anyone wants anything from the market. I'll turn to my mother and ask, soya milk? She'll say no, you don't know which is the good one. And the love will continue to flow.
My father? All he wants in this sabbatical of mine, as he calls it, is that I get more exercise and more sunlight. Really. It's his two-point agenda for me. This is the man who when I was finishing college, told me: Thank goodness you aren't like these focused 21 year olds. They scare me.
Sunlight and exercise, fine fine.
Back from my little blood donation outing today, I, boasted to daddy dearest about what I thought was a brilliant my hemoglobin level - Papa! Papa! 12.7'. He looked worried, almost admonishing that it wasn't good enough (!). What sort of man doesn't care about what I do 'in life' as long as it makes me happy, but I should always come first in haemoglobin?!
Curious man, my father. I'd like him even if I didn't know him.
On Saturday, I even went out to the Gymkhana with my soy milk drinker mommy and lover of sunlight daddy. The entire evening, I hung with them and our thoroughly entertaining house guest, a friend of my mum's, had three Bloody Marys, and after the third, reached the conclusion, that when she's in form, I don't know a more lively soul than my mother.
In hours more sober, I'm less generous about her virtues but nowadays the fad is for me to try and throw in a kind word or two. It won't last. But for now, as far as the 'rents are concerned, my unemployment rocks.
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