Different Kind of stories

Yesterday night i was having tremendous trouble sleeping, something to do with my left toe not bending properly, thus reducing me to visions of osteoporosis and arthritis. i know no one of that is possibly related, but you need to remember they hypochondriac in me awakens mostly at dead of night.

since work is a mess with the visa not coming through for like ages, which in turn leaves me with very less to do and yet doing nothing. for eg: i could go to my thermo slims, am after all paying excellent money to some stranger to make me extremely thin,but no. i call them, book an appoinment for 12,but i woke up at 11, settled on couch and then saw a mallu movie i havent seen in a long time on tv and so my ass sort of protested about the effort to drag itself from said couch.
so i called them and did not obviously say the truth instead i mentioned something about car troubles, the lady who then proceeded to tell me how i havent shown face in a while, to check my weight in bathroom scales, to all of which i mumbled all the while taking offense at her tone. she,she made it sound like i was a 100kilos and will always stay fat!
i am a meagre 60 wanting to be a 55.
is that so hard lady???
i will make it.some day.not the day of senty mallu movie allright, or allen movies for that matter, or kill bill volumes.or re and re repeats of greys anatomy and.and.more.
but anyway this is all immaterial to the real problem.

so like i said they are in the process of securing my work visa,which was supposed to take 5 working days, but again,blame me for not giving passport size photo in time. so now its going to be a good week more, meanwhile i could contd with my guitar classes. yes. yes.
i know just three chords now! what does one do with three chords. but on the brighter side i do have my own song all rhymey and ready to be tuned.and never put on public display of course. these are very personal activities i indulge in,you seee.

with just a month to go for the grand event, my mother has been reduced to a wailing, whining banshee who gives me missed calls now and then. she comments on my said weight loss program with a sigh at the end of each of her dialogue meant to convey that i am just wasting precious money, who has been considering piercing her nose but is on the verge of not doing so and is probably waiting for me to push her into it. to which my response is a vague "sure its ok ma, i have done it twice already"
thats right. i pierced right side first, decided it dint look good,and in that process of deciding it sort of got pus filled and the fake stud i had in went deep and deeper till i had to submit to the evils doctors hands who did the task of fishing it out and then delivered a lecture which i do remember cutting short.

they played I am Sam on tv and i was reduced to a sniffling, hanky hunting,gulp in throat woman and the father came in just then to stare at me while i embarassed myself, in my defense i hadnt thought he would come in just then. not only did he watch the scene on the stairs where the about to be parent says all those lines which had me gulping again, he did not even bat a tear away. not one i saw anyway!

so basically it reminded something about crying and the different ways in which people cry. you know like for eg i cry without making any sound, as quietly as possible, i would much rather wail loudly and yes between me and you i do.when no one is around, sometimes i stand in front of the mirror and cry.
ma cries normaly, using two fingers to sort of gnash her nose and then one of her eye brows goes up and she is transformed into rudolf the reindeer.
the dad, very rarely found in throes of miserable tears mostly just looks away pretending something went into his eye!

i dont get it! what is it with men and not crying or whatever your issue is! i think its perfectly normal. like for eg i have seen all my ex boyfriends cry! ok. that.doesnt.sound.good.
not that i knew how to react to it, i am very bad with moments that involve physical contact.
ok. am.on a roll of odd sounding lines. what i mean to say is, if you are not thaaat important i wont be hugging you or holding your tear filled face in my hands. it will more of a pat on your back-get on with it moment. ya'all see?
right. moving on the sister cries in this wild eyed isnt anyone watching me yet way?
meant to convey that look-i-have-been at it for a while, just gime what i want allready!
the P crys, the times that i have seen ie with her whole body curled up into a small ball, hands in between legs ( sorry) and face clumped into a pillow. basicaly not looking at anyone. just makes all these sounds. nose, throat everything in work together sounds. she recovers fast too!
Tashu crying makes me sniffy too, i am all ready to be in sisters in tears! times when am glad she is usualy a happy bright person.
Em sort of never cries. except on the phone so i am not sure of facial expressions. The boi is a very macho boi, has insisted that he hasnt cried in the past many many years. who else?
i think that is enough tears.you think so too? wokay

speaking of which, i read the saddest thing like few days back. this lady i know, friends friend was looking for a home for a blind lab, its owners had abandoned it.
i wonder if she found something. i wish i had a place to keep a dog.
and lastly, we will conclude with the note that i am back on my feet again with respect to reading. i finished death at intervals at one go, ok fine! 2 go's and am very satisfied with myself cos it was sort of a hard read, which reminds me, i had underlined a few words which even in context i couldnt figure.
yes, i still use the dictionary and check up things.

More rants will be up soon. reason; plenty of time on hands and other body parts.