"Every job's a blind date, and the sweaty fat girl is always you"

- Scott Raab

(i represent the sweaty fat girl") - except that i am not fat...lol


Oh! My! I am the cause of all the problems. The mistakes, incomplete, grammatical errors and the best of all - “it’s simply not good”. “I always have to ask someone to rework on what you write.” This happens with me when I write humor, when I contribute something, when I try to joke a little amongst those who have already created nuisance at the content meeting.

How about this this? I am sick of writing humor. I am sick of writing stuff that I don’t belong to. I hate it even more when people just like to crowd around me and read what I am writing. It’s not only happening now, it happens bloody all the time. If you are so bloody sick of what I write, then I don’t know how to help because I can’t come up with a simple solution to my grave problem.

I have been waiting for something desperately. I am just holding on to a hope that I get through. I hate this city too. It never happened; neither did it occur to me that I would despise the city that I lived in for 7 years would go to such extremes. This is what happens when you get distracted. It’s like reading an attention grabbing, full of mysteries and hidden code, something that would need you to decipher and you are highly curious, in a history. But, all of a sudden, someone plays Led Zeppelin’s Stairway to Heaven. How can I not listen to it and read. But if you look at it this way, the music is no way trying to incite you. Led Zeppelin’s most famous Stairway to Heaven is a bloody good song, and I would give up 100 more of such historical extravagance to listen to this music. It is, afterall, worth it.

Coming back to where I was fuming. Damn it, if you do not like it. FINE! But don’t start with the comparison. I hate it. Anyone would hate it. i detest fitting my foot into someone’s shoes. I don’t want that “corn” growing in the “sole” of my feet. Oh! What if I did something like that? What if I am manipulated by these taunts, comparisons and chidings, and eventually, i try other’s shoe - That thought can definitely rupture my soul.

“She worked all night to rework on your shit.” “Whatever I give you, you can’t seem to do no good.” “Ah! Nah! I couldn’t find myself laughing at it.” “It’s not funny Anjalika.” “Anjalika, what the heck is wrong with you”, “Anjalika, what the fuck is wrong with you” and blah blah blah…I hear that all the time. Hey! I think I have the solution to this. Seal your problems because I have failed to find my solution.

Guess what! He’s only trying to cause rift between me and the others. He’s even trying to bog down on me as well. That’s supremely well done on your part – Mr. Big Man!

You know, it takes one biker bastard to misbehave with me to make my decision to leave this shit Capital. Also, it takes one idiot to throw his unnecessary tantrums on me to resign. However, I am just waiting for that HOPE to land so that everything that is manhandling my patience ends.