Wednesday, May 5, 2010

mein ball ni jaddi fadi nakhi

So I came home from a dirty day at work last night. Stared for a long time at nothing from my balcony window. Then I thought of things which can get me out of such a bad mood. 3 things came to mind,
1) 2 - 4 smokes - har fikr ko dhue mein udaaa...;-). However, I have quit smoking since the last 3 months so I crossed that option out.
2) 2 - 4 beers - my roomates and I have pledeged that drinks only on Friday or Saturday and this is a Thursday. So this option is rejected too.
3) Play some sport - "Racquet Balllll! - haan yaar kya idea hai!" get into the court, forget about the larger problems in life and worry about the smaller target of reaching 15 points before your opponent, and at the end off it a) get physically exhausted and mentally refreshed. b) rejoice the win or think about what went wrong in the game if u lost. Which if you draw parallels is something you gain out of yoga, meditiation, drinking.

So, I chose the 3rd option and went to the racquet ball court, hit the day light out of the one inch radius ball that evening, every slap on the ball was venting out my frustation of that day of work, If the ball were a russian girl in dubai, she got horifficly raped that night. If she were a life in a country like afganistan or africa, she was killed in bright light and was not considered a sin. In simple gujrati slang language "mein ball ni jaddi fadi nakhi"

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Whats with all the atyachaar?? Why all the sadism, i wonder! :)
But on a more serious note, loved (and simultaneously dreaded and visualized) the comparisons with the Afghan girl... Somehow, was reminded of Kite Runner !