Baby, I am addicted!

Opened my diary and hence writing this post after a long time. Don’t know what’s wrong with me? Perhaps the title of the post is! Not perhaps but that is it! I am Addicted. Addicted to a certain kind of life. Sleep, get up, spend useless time in my comp. Eat. Sleep. Spend useless time on my comp. and then eat sleep again.

Yesterday when I got bored of all that, and it was just for a moment…I picked up the newspaper and read this nice article about addiction. There, it mentioned regarding Lakshmi Mittal, the richie rich guy, who was once traveling in his car to spend time in his golf course which he did every Saturday Morning, but then mid-way he stopped his driver and told him to take him back. Why? Because he thought he was getting addicted! Addicted to playing golf every Saturday! And apparently he hates addiction, addiction of any kind. Even Hard work! Then it also mentioned about Miley Cyrus deleting her Twitter page for the same reason! She explained so beautifully when she said that she thought that people all over the world could maybe take a little vacation from Cyberspace. Her problem with the internet was that it made negativity so available. It allowed people to anonymously hurt others without any consequences. That was not the real world. Not only that, but if we spent more time enjoying what we were doing besides tweeting about it, we would enjoy our lives a whole lot more. She said she had very little free time and the moments that she did have, she should have been spending it with her family and friends and love every minute of their company…That was so true. In a way she said about how she was getting addicted to the virtual world and wanted to quit to get a feel of realism.

But is getting rid of it so easy? One just has to say I quit! And that is it? Surely one is addicted to one thing as he/she likes doing it. In my case though I would say I have nothing better to do! Can I get rid of it? Yes, if I find something better to do! Writing may be! But it is difficult…like quitting smoking or drinking… A monotonous life gets to you after a while! It really does…Perhaps the best kind of advice I got was from a old school classmate of mine…I didn’t ask him directly about what to do but in a conversation I told him something which only a person who has nothing better to do would remember! I mean it was not a thing which a normal guy would give heed to…and he was like “Wtf dude! Do u secretly spy on us or something? Get a life man! Get a girl! Everyone from school that I know of... is committed except u! A girl will keep you in check and make you meet with reality. I laughed of the idea…but anything will do to get me out of this…Any suggestions people? :P

A Hair Raiser

Ok I have to confess first off that I have a problem with my hair. Yes I do. I am not a baldie though…No I am not, neither am I on my way to becoming one but some people and I mean SOME PEOPLE just don’t get it or may be they do but just for their own beneficial reason, choose not to. Okay so what happened? This is what…

I was walking on the streets in my own merry way which means I usually don’t give a damn of the people around me. So if a friend or an acquaintance happens to pass by me, I wouldn’t know unless he/she calls me in a crowd. So as I was walking down the street I hear a woman go “Aapke baal jhadd raha hain naa”? I was like Wtf? where ‘w’ was equal to who? I turned around to find a saleswomen in her mid 30’s(not like the one in the pic... though I wish! :D) standing with different kinds of ayurvedic medicines kept in a dingy. I kinda went huh? ..She was like haan haan jhad rahe hain… Ye medicine aapke baalon ko…blah..blah..blah…She kept on saying stuffs which I kept hearing from my one ear and let go of another. I was least interested. What bothered me more was…was this saleswomen saying it because she was one? Others don’t say it coz they are not trying to sell their stuff? They don’t wanna hurt me? Well it’s not that people haven’t pointed this out to me but geez…it hurts when some stranger tells you out of the blue. It hurts deep down.

Ohh for those wondering what I did next. I didn’t wait there for more than 10 seconds before I said to her thank you! Ohh but she was a saleswomen and a good one at that…She said these two words putting more salts on to my wounds as it were… “Khyaal rakhna!” …I went “F U” in my head…the thing kept on playing in my head for the next 20 minutes before I could reach the comfort of my house. Why pick me up out of the crowd. Do ordinary people on the street notice it too? But I ended with a sigh in the end …*Saleswomen* …I think I did the right thing. I shouldn’t let these things bother me. There are million other things to bother about. No point in raising my hair for this as it were! But I concluded with a thought that..Never go through a street where there are sales persons around especially those selling Hairy products :D

P.S : The pic is just to show how the saleswomen was "dragging" me as it were, to take her stuff :D ..She was unsuccessful though :D