Pleasure is all mine....

I take pleasure
in traversing along, sitting beside an auto man,feeling hope in his eyes of prosperous times ahead,wiping off all his troubles,and may be everybody else's troubles as well.

I take pleasure
in giving an ear to music(some folks call it noise), blazing into ears from the sound boxes from shops on the streets of ameerpet (not caring a heck),sound box in a bus, box from the back of the passenger seat in an auto.

I take pleasure
in doing amusing things now and then like fanaticizing characters in novels,crazy things like taking a shower, then shave and again a shower (thing which one of my favourite characters' does in a book called Tripwire)

I take pleasure
in getting into an expensive book store, strolling around as if i'm doing it for the 174th time. Factually,to check out the stuff in the harward business reviews, and other expensive magazines, and then peacefully walk out of it as if i din't even find a speck of a thing interesting over there.

I take pleasure
in taking an un-hurried stroll along side the roads of pearl city, peering at all sorts of people.aimiable.confused(like me).hurried.busy.worried.

I take pleasure
in uninterruptedly talking to a kid about my fantasies(some funny, most of them silly) about everything in the world, not caring about what the kid understood.

I take pleasure
in lending an ear to the ramblings of a barber about his troubles, politics, all kinds of things, in a barber's perspective.

I take pleasure
in getting into a weird kind of a store with a shingle which says bakery and gift items sold here,and asking the boy about their strategy(for which he gave a huge explanation,i nodded besides unable to catch up with his slang)

I take pleasure
in preferring a pencil rather a pen at places where im supposed to use pen(i don't know why).

I take pleasure
in confusing myself and people around me until everybody bursts out into a laugh.

I take pleasure
even if one don't understand what i write or find it as all trash, because all the stuff is not supposed to be understood.

a lethargic weekend....

I know its been a really long time since i put on some words(i guess the heights of laziness is clearly visible frame to frame). Few things happened,few things didn't happen. However, have to get along.

I looked out of the window.Pearl city.Beautiful(though messy with the fly-over stuff going around).I was just sitting in the bus, staring at people,staring at the buzz around the city,listening to the man sitting across me who was intently explaining to his friend how to cook some sort of curry(was really funny the way he was gesturing...).It was going too long, fell asleep for a few moments, then got down the bus, walked a few paces and I was home.I had a sumptuous supper, watched the idiot box (as they say..) for some time.Sleep was falling heavy on me, so succumbed to it.

I woke up.Sunday.Half a day past, already. I've been trying to watch a film for the past 3 weeks, no luck this time too.So,i sat back and saw India losing to RSA again.I spent some more time chewing on thoughts which were just circling through my head;lots of junk thoughts(i know im already junk, and all junk ever gets is more junk).Surfed the web for some time.Then,i read a few pages of my favorite author's first release killing floor.Thanks to my cousin who gifted me that.I've been consuming it slowly, just to savor the effect. I'll save the review for some other time.....

i'm already done with the week end..i know its an extremely lazy one...i hope this would change by the next week.