Rented Woes

I simply hate to deal with my landlord’s greedy wife. All she can think of is money, money and money. It appears as if that’s the only thing in this world which matters to her. The relationship of a landlord with his/her tenant is no less than the famous bitter-sweet relationship of a saas-bahu. God only knows when this saga will end.

Why life is so...

There are times when I have wondered that why life has been so unfair to me. It is not that I have not worked hard for it or simply whiled away my time. I have worked really hard but even then success seems to elude me. At times success seems like the rain in Delhi. When it’s raining cats and dogs in some places, it’s pretty much dry in other parts of the country thirsting for every single drop of water (these days I have become so desperate for rain that I couldn’t think of a better comparison). Why is it like that with human lives, too? I have noticed at times (or it seems) that some people get things without much labour for which another person would have to slog like anything, be it getting through an entrance or an admission in an institution or a job or anything else. And there are times when you realize that the most undeserving people or the ones who least want it, get it. You must have heard some say, when you would ask them, “how did you get/do it?” and they would reply, “I just gave the exam coz my dad wanted me to (meaning that s/he never wanted it, it was simply forced on s/he)”, “I just don’t know how it happened, I had not even prepared for the exam, I had not even answered the whole paper still I cleared it. Even am surprised”, “It was luck I guess”, etc. Answers like these foxes me as I wonder why the hell I burned my night oil, night after night and still not get it or what went wrong or the effort that I had put in was probably not good enough.

Maybe success comes hard for some.

Better luck next time. After all what’s the fun in getting things without a good fight.

Cooked and roasted

My room has become an oven these days as it is on the top most floor and courtesy Delhi heat. There is a terrace garden next to my room but surprisingly it hasn’t helped in cooling my room in anyway. Cooler too, is of no use in fact it makes my room even more humid. It looks as if all the things that were supposed to beat the heat has conspired against me and joined hands with the enemy making my stay over here unbearable.

It was horrible today though it was not one of the worst days. I don’t know whether it was humidity or something else which made me feel so weak and exhausted. Even after pouring gallons of water down my throat i was thirsty. Drinking bottles after bottles of icy water gave me a strange headache. Worse enough there was a power cut. Thankfully it returned after an hour but that one hour power break was enough to bathe me in sweat. By then it was time for me to leave for work reluctantly I stepped out of the house. Well this wasn’t the end of torture. Outside the sun was in its full glory and ready to bake anybody who dared to stand under its blazing pinion without an umbrella. The twenty minute wait to get an auto-rickshaw was torturous and agonizing as I felt I was getting roasted live. As i stood on the roadside getting charred I felt like the chicken in tandoor. Well the only difference was that the chicken  are dead, naked and stood/hung upside down which i wasn't so i felt every bit of the sun burning my skin. The irritating autowallas made me feel worse as they were on the lookout to fleece someone. Luckily after a long wait one agreed to go by the meter. On the way to work I wondered how Kawarias dared to walk barefoot on tar roads and how people drove in Delhi especially the ones on bike in the heat and still braved the draconian Delhi traffic. What it must be like where there is power-cut for more than ten hours. Probably people adjust and adapt themselves to such adverse situations.

Well then instead of complaining I should practice sleeping in an oven so that Delhi heat would seem like Shimla breeze to me.

Well well…I do sleep in an oven, don’t I. Just waiting for the day when Delhi heat would seem like Shimla breeze…….a far-fetched imagination or is it possible?