The Clicking of….

And no, I’m not going to be talking about the absolute bloody brilliance of P.G. Wodehouse, although I admit to a resurgence in interest in literary classics of yore that shaped my childhood which has led me to splurge, spend, and as my mother puts it flush down the loo an unholy amount of my hard earned money on Enid Blyton, P.G. Wodehouse, Roald Dahl,  C.S. Lewis and Terry Pratchett.

Why I’m doing this, is still not clear to me.  Perhaps, it’s a yearning for the way things used to be, not in terms of what is happening in my world, but rather the way I used to look at and deal with things.  Sheer bloody youth!  Not that I mind getting old…  In fact, I’m rather enjoying it but I do miss the recklessness that now gets short circuited more often than bloody not, by damn adult thinking!  If I perhaps wanted to appear smarter than I am, (which I am so modestly) I could go on to say that reading children’s fiction at this age is just to try and understand the difference in perceptions but that would be such utter bull!!

Anyway, so what am I doing?  Actually, constructively nothing much!  I have work which is routine.  I have studies which are routine.  I have a personal life heavily dependant and very much limited to the reach of my cell phone and facebook account where applicable but again standard and very much routine.  Home and family is routine too thank God.

Why is there Horlicks residue on my computer table?  :-O

Anyway, so routine’s not bad.  It really isn’t and I don’t know if I’m trying to convince you or myself of that fact.  Let’s not be thankless!  I appreciate that everything is standard which means that there are no waves in my little pond which is good EXCEPT that I appreciate a good ripple now and then.  There is NOTHING going on as such.  There’s a strange kind of stillness in the air….  Although Touchwood, it’s not the kind that precedes a storm…  It’s not even as though life is trouble free but I’ve gone past caring about those troubles somewhat…

Perhaps it’s because of a slight reaffirmation of my faith…  Not that I’m overtly religious you understand but I am praying regularly which is huge for me considering a phase a year, two years ago where I was so nearly an atheist.  The prayers are not just a question of banging my head down on the floor five times a day but a way of reassuring myself that He’s there for me, somewhere, if not everywhere…

On another rather interesting note, have become fascinated by good eye make-up!  You won’t believe my youtube subscriptions these days.  Growing up, I can claim to be the most un-made up female in the city.  Seriously!!  It’s still that way where having been working for nearly 4 years now, it’s still noticeable when I use lip gloss even.  Nothing to do with being feminine or wanting be female, but makeup was (and still is) just so much of a bother!!  Fiddling diddling with brushes and powders and liquids and god knows what gook, goop whatever just seems SO….  I mean I appreciate the fact that ladies take so much time and do it well and look nice, but it just seems like SO MUCH to do…  but lately I like the thought of having nicely made up eyes…  but I’m still at the thought stage…  I have discovered that it takes courage to reach for that packed, plastic covered kit that my cousin sent for me with a personal message that so cannot be repeated!  Ahhhh… this is my life only!

And thank God, it’s not all that bad! 🙂

2 Responses to “The Clicking of….”

  1. 1 ibteda.
    Friday, November 21, 2008 at 13:55

    I thought & tried & expermented wth eye make ups and coloured, flaovored glosses right after teh wedding, but the sherr amount of effort it all takes made me giev it al up within a month or so.
    Am back to chapstick and kajal and nerdy glasses and it is such a relief. 🙂

  2. Saturday, November 22, 2008 at 2:55

    Oh I hate routines… and I always try to get away from routines… aur kuch ho na ho… i will take a day off and go to hills 🙂

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November 2008

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