wen parents become old, they become the most vulnerable beings on this planet. i used to think that it is the kids who don't understand them, but they also don't seem to understand the kids.
the world changes in every zillionth of a second. they dont. so while you are outside combating the change, you come home to little change or even stagnation. its friggin difficult.
so im dealing here wid two things, one, my inability to find work, and other, my waning patience wid my very own uncle and aunty.
is it me? or are they at fault? who goddamn knows..the only thing know is that if i say something, the aunty summons her decibels in her lata mangeshkar voice and justifies, leave alone justifying, she'll make dis 'sho' noise, which has become a cult after my dear granma started using it..so wat do you do? shut up and walk on the road blinded by the darned water that comes out impairing your vision. and it all comes back to how fucked up her life is. "andha aaya notice eduthutaan" she sez..oh jesus..
and the world dosnt seem to echo my enthusiasm. im not somewhere where things come to me, they come after ensuring im outta that radius. people say dont get frustrated..learn..i ask HOW??
bobs is showing me everything now. gd hard to cope, considering the meat i was fed upon since childhood. so i shd sit at home and relax, do normal things, watch tv, go online, cut cabbage..stop expecting that something will happen if i try. like i said, it will happen wen it has to, and at that time, i wdnt even have moved my ass.
sayonara!
