Guilty pleasures – an oxymoron if I ever heard one as far as I am concerned. But I’ve been tagged and to it I get. But really how can anything pleasurable be guilty? I must be inordinately shameless. My mom often reaffirms that I am. I’ve always believed that there’s nothing guilty about sex, drugs, and rock n roll. So that leaves precious little.
But I valiantly tried and came up with seven of mine:
- If I’m reading a really tedious book like A Suitable Boy, I skip to the end and read the ending – at least a few pages at the end. And then resume reading the book where I’d left off or decide not to read it any more depending on what I thought of the ending. It always makes me feel guilty and I’m almost always glad.
- Raiding the fridge for dry-fruits especially cashew nuts. I simply love the combination of raisins and cashew. And mom won’t let me eat cashew so I need to resort to such larceny.
- Midnight snacking. If you have insomnia and you’ve had a light meal, then it is just so necessary to snack at about 2 am in the morning. You know it’s not good, but your stomach begins to sound like it’s snoring. And so snack it is!
- Voyeurism. I just said that for shock effect. But I do love being unseen and watching people go by and telling myself stories about their lives. It’s an exercise in creativity and pleasurably stimulates the imagination. Which is probably why I’m really enjoying reading The Third Eye by David Knowles. Try it, good book. And less dense than A Suitable Boy.
- Scandalising the stiffs. I know I should probably leave pontificating prudes alone, but I can’t resist shocking them with my OTT (over the top) statements or clothing or cussing or other stuff like that. I mean, I simply can’t/won’t leave well alone.
- Stalking. Social network stalking of people whom I was interested in at some point in time, people who disgust me, people whom I consider as the stiffs, friends and lovers and all my husbands. I just need to know what they are all about. And besides I love the internet. And it’s good TP (Time Pass). And it’s a good way to feel good about yourself for no additional cost besides the internet bill.
- Not reading the newspaper. Not watching a news channel. Not checking out news on the internet. And living a completely blissful life unaware of petrol and other commodities hike, crime in the city, advertisements offering ‘unbelievable’ deals, movies in town. Were I to take a current events quiz, I’d flunk it rather shamelessly. But that’s not the pleasure. The pleasure is in pretending I know everything and dropping a word here and a phrase there and appearing all intelligent and knowledgeable when conversing with people. It’s an art. It’s a skill. And I’m honing it to perfection. (I think). For instance, recently my mom, who reads the paper, mentioned about the change in the zodiac. I used it effortlessly in an interview and appeared all witty and knowing and made the guy laugh. Pleasure. And Guilt.
And so Rati, that’s me. I hope you are happy! 🙂
And readers, do you have any? What’s yours? Leave me a comment.
And of course, here’s the anthem for stalkers and voyeurs alike. 🙂