I have a feeling that life is not as it should be. I was born human and being human was supposed to be the best thing ever on this planet – that’s what all the Hindu scriptures say. But I feel I’ve been short-changed somewhere and that someone out there is laughing all the way to the celestial bank.
Something needs to change. My Cassandra sense says it probably won’t. I’m not a cat or a cow. That’s why.
I am so desperately in need of change (that is the good sort – so hold that blitzkrieg, forces above) that I went ahead and revamped my blog. So if you’ve come in to the boudoir for the first time then you are okay else you might just be tempted to cry for some relief from all the purple.
I don’t care. I’ve decided to paint my room purple because I’ve figured that if loving the colour purple from the time I was born (slight aberration: when I was 7 I fell in love with yellow – thankfully that coldly played out) and ending up working in the purple company has still not cured me of the purple passion then it’s for life. Only I can’t seem to find a nice purple picture. I think I want one.
But I really mostly want change. A friend of mine wanted change so badly, he just went and quit his job. I cannot do that. Besides, I love my job. It’s the one thing that’s keeping me sane.
Though with this sea-less weather in Bangalore, I really cannot do much. I can’t even go to work. I can type only with my index fingers (often just my left) and so life goes on.
Returning from the doctor today I couldn’t help wishing I were a cow or a cat or something like that.
When cows or cats get sick, they don’t need to work from home. They can just rest till they are better. If they are really sick then can be put to sleep. And there are no debates about euthanasia and what not.
Cows or cats are not affected by the weather. They don’t need saltwater-clogged-taps weather or hair-curling humidity. They are happy in the sunshine and the rain and the snow and everything.
Cows or cats never need to exercise. Cows or cats are not fat. They just are.
No one compares a cow to another cow.
They are never imperfect. They just are.
They are expected to do nothing more than cat things or cow things.
And cats and cows always have change. A cat gets nine lives; a cow probably gets a new shady place to chew its cud. And here, I haven’t even been able to buy shades!
A cat or a cow. It’s probably an easy life.
But may be turning into an animal is not the sort of change I want.
I want what we all want – to be happy, healthy, hungry, alive, free, and loved. And yes, a little good sex couldn’t hurt any. May be then even my joints will be jolted into good behaviour.
Hell, this purple has pleased me so much that although I have a premonition none of these wants will see fruition anytime soon, I am still purring away.