This and that

After a long time, I went back to a favourite writer.. Ishiguro. This is what I just started reading. The first few pages reminded me of my childhood – grand dreams and plans of 'when I grow up'.

When I was eight years old and the whole world was my oyster. Dictated by my two passion in those times – books and cartoons – I wanted to be a detective (a la Famous Five, Five Find-outers, Nancy Drew) and a 'secret super heroine' (the latter being the kinds you know, that wears swimsuits, knee high boots, zorro-type eye masks and bedsheets tied to their necks).

In practice for being a detective, I would go about finding clues in broad day light (for nothing in particular) and make my friends do the same – soon there would be a bunch of children looking for random clues in the playground, at people's homes, school – wherever possible. Funnily, no one ever knew what these clues were or what they would lead to.

My Zorro type heroine was the princess of the dark nights. Enacted out in daylight and when alone (with all costume details being imaginary), here I was swashbuckling across horizons, galloping away... fighting 'baddies'.

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[Big G bashing follows]

I handed myself over to your grand plans. And what do I get – after a respite of a couple of months, all those meanie trolls creep back into my life. And more. After continuous sleep, rest, peace, we are back to sleepless nights and restless days. Hell, I am a way better planner/ executer than you man. Atleast I got myself a couple of months' respite. What did you do? And have this imprinted in your memory: some things are just non-negotiable. Period. So what now? Nothing. The damage is done – for the night atleast.

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[this is not the greatest piece of writing that I am capable of - nothing on this blog is or has been or ever will be. So forgive pathetic grammar - more so in this post - not particularly thrilled at the mo]