Its been a while. I missed reading myself (since I'm pretty sure no one has read me in a while).
As you may notice, I'm far from being your regular ray of sunshine. Which allows me to be cruel, without residual guilt.
Big words, eh?
I've been reading a whole lot (of Mad, The Bathroom Companion). The issue has taught me such fine words as Bathroom and Companion, words I previously referred to as Loo and Jahnavi. Jahnavi being the companion as she is my housemate.
Though I've been told not to divulge personal information, I cannot resist showing off that I now live in a house and not a bed. I can actually stretch my limbs without the danger of hitting the Ugly Godrej Cupboard in my old room (also known as bed). I wish I could say I missed sharing my living quarters with the Rest of Womankind. But I don't. If any member of the Rest of Womankind reads this, be sure to know that I do like you, but only as a separate entity.
Flowery language and Limb-friendly living quarters aside, in the many months of my self-missed absence, I have also changed agencies and watched The Rambo Circus. The former is yet to be figured out completely, the latter was beyond depressing.
As the latter (in case you smoke too much, the latter is The Rambo Circus) is a visually interesting experience to describe, I will do that. Go forth and describe that is (in case you're smoking enough to REALLY forget the last few words I said).
So I went to the circus with an equally excited friend. We proceeded to walk through slightly dung-smelling tents to the actual show, which my dear reader, was in an "A/C tent".
We obviously missed the first act, because as a people (my friend and I) always miss the first half of everything we see together, like movies, weddings, the point of our existence and so on.
The second act, was this rubbery bendy nubile (but slightly thick waisted, a cruel eye might add) young girl in a cotton-candy pink bikini like show girl costume. She bent her body in ways Moov as a brand would love to advertise. But as luck (and fantabulous word play) would have it, it failed to move me. The third act involved two poor looking Russians in tragically faded costumes indulging in some gymnastics.
The fourth act was quite depressing, as hordes of young Nepalese girls descended in the ring for no apparent reason. Later two girls took over and danced to "I'm a Barbie Girl". By the time the tired looking elephants came, I just could not bear to watch. I think the appalling way the circus is run will only entertain a sadist! Its all too horrible to watch. The poor animals, the faded costumes, the too young girls, the too old men. If Circuses, were ever charming, those days are clearly over.
So yes, that will be all for now. I will write again, when time, mind numbing boredom and a desperate need to read myself, assert themselves again.