Dark, Darker- Darkest!

Ahem.. Ahem,

Ladies and Gentlemen lend me your ears, said Brutus (not literally) but yeah do so all the same. Before I progress to write further, I should warn those faint at heart not to read this. The Blog will soon have an A certificate and can be read only under parental guidance (considering you have qualified gaurdians :) ).

Yeah, so the authoress wakes up this morning with a bitter taste in her mouth, the taste that arises when you feel you could flush someone down a rat-hole. Woke up with that acerbic venom eating my system, knocking my 'worldly etiquette' at one go. First, I saw my favourite room mate Darshu off to work bright and early and then walked in the other one- Darshu and I call her the Promoter.

(Now before I go into details, let me introduce certain characters that currently dominate my home space- Darshu (short for Darshini) is a couple of years younger, I adore her and she adores me, despite being brought in conservative Mallu land- she is a free bird and oh! what wings the bird has!!!. Now comes the Promoter or Pragya- knighted 'The Promoter' for reasons that she is responsible for signing the lease papers, the dealings with the land-owner and all that crap shit. Now promoter is common enemy, Darshu and I hate her, nothing wrong with her but she is a perfectionist and in short a total Pain In the Ass).

So yeah, Promoter was about her day and I saw that she may clearly go about her daily abulutions assuming that I dont work and I sit on my Mallu ass doing nothing.. so I grabbed the opportunity and started off with my journey from the washbasin to the Bathroom before her! - knowing the BL*** it was some acheivment.

Get down and out of the blg. and oh my- the pain began. Increasingly I could feel my bile turn more acidic, the stares of the men at the bus stop where I catch my rickshaw made me feel like burning each m***** f***** down! I mean who and what gives them the right to stare at every part of a woman's anatomy like that? And so many of them- wish a dirty sight would bring upon castration! All the them definitely deserve it - oh and yew, those ugly pan stained teeth of the shop walas, the rickshaw guys who know where you want to go and yet stop to ask again and again and then say no they are not interested in Malad West!!. The rickshaw catching experience is an art that I have gradually learnt in my one and half year stay in mumbai, the rickshaws in my areas refuse to go to Malad West and now I know that for every five no's there is a one yes- so I keep a count of the no. of rickshaws that turn me down and immediately start working on the probability of the next being an yes.

But thats not the point of my venom rising to such proportions- thats an everyday struggle, what made today supremely special was that apart from being a Monday- it was the first monday that I felt like a total looser, felt like a wounded and hungry animal let out on the streets, looking for prey...... I usually feel and crib and tell that I am a looser but never mean it but today it was as if I wanted to hold everyone responsible for the failure of a genius like me!

What heightened my frustation was that after work I couldnt look forward to go home after work- I had to wine and dine a client!!!wining and dining the dollar has not been one of my highlights and I was not looking forward to it....