That bad day in the future

It was a moment after she said she loved him that she realised she said it. She spoke again before he could.

“I honestly, honestly, do not need you to respond. It’s funny I said it now the way I did. The plan was not to, never to. I was quite happy just loving, that was wholly enough. It is now too. But if a person loves you so much, I think you deserve to know it. Yes.”

He opened his mouth to say something but she spoke again.

“Cause one day when you are feeling really low you can think about this, you can think there is someone who loves you. And you can feel good about it.”

“Well, that’s very carefully thought. That’s a lot of thought there. You sure you don’t want a response?”

“Yeah, no I mean, I don’t need one. You don’t have to say another word about this unless you want to. There shall be no question or mention about this from me after today.”

“Right. Hey one thing, before you go.”

“Yea?”

“That day that I will feel low some time in the future… how do I know if you will still love me. You might have stopped. People change. Humans, you know, change feeling the way they do.”

“You will have to believe I still love you cause last heard, I did.”

“I am glad you said that. I am glad you didn’t say something like it’s forever. Cause that would have worried me.”

“Why would I say that knowing it’d worry you.”

“Great. Someone who loves me and knows me. That’s going to cheer me up that bad day in the future that we both seem so sure is coming.”

“Yeah, there’s no stopping it.”

Tummy talks

One of those common conversations that you have with your tummy, if you have got one that talks back (T is tummy, C is me).

T: Brr grr mrr
C: Forget it, you are not getting anything more today
T: What!
C: I thought you had enough
T: Did you even consider consulting me?
C: You seemed full after the chicken puffs
T: We tummies, dear lass, are never full. We hate that word. I don’t want to hear it.
C: But I fed you milk after that
T: What is milk? It flows away
C: Well I have got some biscuits
T: Give that to your dog
C: Hey!
T: I wouldn’t mind some noodles
C: No way, I am not cooking now
T: It could even be those readymade cup noodles, you just need hot water
C: We don’t have it
T: How about a nice juicy chicken leg out of the fridge
C: There’s nothing here!
T: You are so selfish!
C: Yea I only think of myself, not my tummy
T: Hmm…
C: Hmm-er
T: Alright, give me those biscusits then
C: I gave it to the dog

Conversation.

Stupid.

Stupid?

Stupid.

Oh.

Underlined. Dotted. BOLDENED.

But not understood?

Not understood.

Sad.

Not sad. Not unexpected.

Bored.

What?

I’m bored. Let’s expand.

From one-word?

Yes. From one-words. From phrases. To full lines.

Lines like why don’t you and I have a real conversation?

Lines exactly like that.

Didn’t we have those before?

Once upon a time.

Why did we stop?

Must’ve seemed like work.

I think it was to stop fighting.

Confrontations. To avoid confrontations.

That’s what I said.

No, you said fighting.

So what’s wrong with that?

You just won’t make the effort to use the right words.

Why is that so important?

Because it is. And why do I feel like Deja vu?

We must’ve had this conversation before.

Many many times.

Yes.

Oh.

Stupid.

Stupid?

Stupid.

Die, dye, dinner

At one of our serious musing moments, fancy pal Jim and I sit, looking at the same dull point of a green floor. Jim says, without turning his head: “When you get old, will you dye?”

I stare. “Die?”

Jim: D-y-e. Dye your hair.

I look at him, not pleased. “If it suits me, I won’t.”

Jim: If it doesn’t?

Me: Oh I will just shave my head.

Jim, appearing rather cheerful: That will be nice to look at.

Me, turning red: Maybe you should die.

Jim: Ulp, maybe we should stop using that word, too much chemical.

Me: Oh there are other ways.

Jim: No, no. From now on, I say no one dies.. Dyes.. Do anything with d in it.

Me: Dinner?

Jim: Except dinner.

 

 

Story of a knife

Conversation between me and a friend called B, both of us trying to show off our Tamil.

Warning: You may need to know a bit of Tamil n Malayalam to get the joke.

C: Your Tamil is all bad!
B: suthama theriyath (Don’t know entirely)
C: suthuma illei,  onnume theryale (Forget entirely, you know nothing)
B: neenga konjum kathi kodukingala,please (meaning comes in the chat below)
C: athu koode wrong (That is wrong too)
We don’t say give me some knife
nee oru kathi koduppa pls (You give me a knife please)
appidi solla vendum (That’s how you say it)
B: LOL are you serious? You  did get the meaning of what I said , right?
C: ‘Give me a knife’ right?
B: Not then , but now I feel, a knife would be useful.
“neenga konjum kathi kodukingala,please” means could you please TEACH me a bit

400!

Fancy pal Jim and I are trying to solve a crossword.

Me: Jim what’s a type of melon
Jim: Water
Me: It’s 4 letters
Jim: Pani
Me: Neat… so what’s a word for aggressive behavior
Jim: Grr
Me: It’s 12 letters
Jim: Put 11 Rs and a G. Grrrrrrrrrrr
Me: Great! Next is place of uproar and confusion – 6 letters
Jim: Oh you know that one
Me: Yea! My-Room

(Just noticed it is my 400th post! Hurray for me!)

Conversation between Cris n Curl

Entering a lift, a hair called Curl gets stuck in one of the rails.

Cris: “Why, why, why do you want to leave me?”

Curl: “Hah?”

Cris: “I give you the best treatment you could possibly get!”

Curl: “I repeat, hah?”

Cris: “I don’t brush you, not comb you, barely touch you!”

Curl: “Well that’s true”

Cris: “Imagine what will happen if you leave me – you die!”

Curl: “Gulp, but I thought I will get freedom of movement. This root-thing sucks”

Cris: “Well move, move all you like, just keep your head on my head”

Curl: “My head’s getting rusty”

Cris: “Yea if you go out, you’d have no head! You will be stuck in a stupid railing all your life”

Curl: “Oh”

Cris: “Just look at that guy over there, combing and combing his hair. Or the girls who go styling and styling their hair! Do I subject you to any such torture?”

Curl: “Well no I barely ever see you up there”

Cris: “That’s what I am talking about. It’s the best place for a hair to live in, my head.”

Curl: “Maybe you have a point.”

Cris: “I always do. Now ask all your friends to come live here too, all are welcome. I am willing to give the last millimeter of empty space. All for free, no lease.”

Curl: “You are too kind, Cris. Sniff.”

Cris: “Don’t mention it my friend. I would also be happy if you all have millions of children and live there happily ever after.”

Curl: “Sniff”

Me and Mo Series – 2

Prelude: I am bitten by Mo – the mosquito I share a room with – whom I may have tried to slap.

Me: How could you do that, you blood sucker! We share a room and you bit me!

Mo: Well you were about to kill me!

Me: That’s because you bit me!

Mo: What kinda law do you follow, human! Death penalty for a bite??

Me: You took my blood!

Mo: You were about to take my life!

Me: Well…ok maybe you have a point

Mo: Of course I am always pointed

Me: Ok we make a deal. You don’t bite me, I don’t kill you.

Mo: Hmm okay but you have to bring me food

Me: I am not going to get you blood

Mo: Oh alright alright, I will go to work then, earn my own blood. You humans are no help

Me: And one more thing. Err, you shouldn’t marry.

Mo: What!

Me: Yea, I want you single.

Mo: Why!

Me: I don’t want to share my room with a bunch of junior MOs sucking my blood!

Mo: But you would have been their aunt!

Me: No thanks.

Mo: No romance then?

Me: Nothing

Mo: It’s no fun living with you.

A thing for architects

I was watching this movie 500 days of summer with fancy pal Jim.

Me: Jim I like this Gordon guy and you know what I just realized?

Jim: It’s unfair that a fella like him should get a gorgeous girl like that?

Me: No. I just realized I have a thing for architects.

Jim: You do?

Me: Gordon here acts as an architect you see. Then I liked Ted Mosby and what is he?

Jim: An architect?

Me: Yes! You see the connection here?

Jim: Hard to miss Cris when you put it like that.

Me: But there is a problem.

Jim: What?

Me: I wouldn’t understand much of what architects say.

Jim: Ah but you don’t understand much of what anyone says anyway.

Me: Ah yea, there is that.

Seas and stars n all that

I wouldn’t have thought the sea waves at Shanghumugham could sprinkle water so far away. For I was at this sand hill way far, watching the orange sun and the tiny crescent of a moon play hide and seek – when one appears, the other hides under the clouds. But when I licked my lips I could taste salt. Yum!

I planned to walk cause the breeze seemed unwilling at first to …

“Oh lord would you stop already?” fancy pal Jim raised his sleepy head.

“What?”

“All this stuff about breezy seas and starry nights. Haven’t you been writing too much about all that already!”

“But it’s fun stuff. You should listen to the lazy breeze slowly get up from the north… err south… err ahem, a faraway point and bring their tiny little… err”

“Asses?”

“Jim! Language! This is a universal blog, I don’t wanna certify it with an 18 plus!”

“Right! And what about the north south wind? Oh wait, it was a far away point rite? How romantic, how poetic!”

“A minor vocab handicap”

“Of course. And the salt part of it was?”

“The description. Ye always describe every taste and smell and sight when… err when…”

“You try to be Mills and Boons?”

“I wasn’t! Argh! I had some serious stuff coming up. But now cause you interrupted, no one will ever know how good that was going to be”

“Let me help you out here Cris. Inject some more waves, some music, some twilight darkness, a few couples walking hither and thither holding hands, while you slip into a world of imagination…”

“Ok ok I get the picture. Hmm maybe I was overdoing it a wee bit”

“Wee bit?! Cris, you forgot what an unmushy world was like!”

“That bad?”

“That bad”

“Okay then! No more mush!”

“No more”

“No more lovey dovey cushy tushy stuff”

“No Sir”

“No sun or moon or stars or sky”

“No breeze either”

“No beaches, no buses”

“No… err why buses?”

“You like them?”

“Very friendly beings if you ask me. Keep honking and hopping all the time.”

“Creative little things aren’t they?”

“Creative, yes. Little, not. But ye they are the best”

“Hail buses!”

“Hail buses!”

“From now on we write about buses. And bus stops. And bus bays. And bus conductors”

“Err we?”

“Of course Jim, we love ‘em”

“Oh we do, but writing – you do. I will do the sulking.”

“Oh really? In that case I am bringing back the seas and skies and trees and all!”

“You will, will ya?”

“Yes I will. Unless you agree to do half the writing.”

“Half?”

“Half. 50 per cent. One by two.”

“Woah considering your number of words, that’s long!”

“Yep”

“Emm Cris”

“Yes Jim?”

“Maybe the nature thing is not so bad after all. Ol’ Wordsworth did it, didn’t he?”

“Sure did.”

“And people love Wordy”

“Oh yes they do”

“Maybe the universe is not all that bad then. I mean what harm could a few waves and tiny bits of sand do?”

“As I said, creative little beings those things are.”

“Friendly too.”

“Oh yea, very.”