Disclaimer : Before you begin, this blog is about Polaroids and me in the Polaroids(to be honest it’s mostly about me). I just liked how Asteroids rhymed with it. Nevertheless I will share a piece of information so you don’t feel betrayed. I googled and trust me when I say, I googled hard and finally found that an asteroid has a slim chance of entering the earth’s atmosphere on November 2. Interesting! Right?
Have you ever seen the trailer of a movie and decided whether it’s worth watching or not? Well! 2020 started as a comedy trailer and turned into a horror movie and now everyone wants to avoid it just like a Ram Gopal Verma movie but can’t. Hands down. 2020 gets the Most Disastrous year Award of the decade. It’s like 2020 was supposed to be one of the best years because of the digits(or whatever). Turns out we got bamboozled and all my tantrums of being daddy’s princess and not doing any household chores in the past are trying to set scores with me.
During the birth of a child in a movie it would show the pregnant lady lying in bed, crying hysterically in pain and suddenly there would be a crying baby beside her. I would be confused but I assumed that was the process. I actually believed the baby would just somehow appear and the tummy would reduce. Simple right? If cupid could make two people fall in love, I was sure he would be able to slide the baby beside too. Right? I didn’t really know then how a child was born. (Until I studied biology and that horrified me to bits). My way of analogy was much better. Don’t you think so?
The only thing that I really don’t get is why they bark and run after a car? Do they want to drive the car? Or are they just bored and want to have some fun? True Scenario : It’s a silent lane. You’re driving casually and suddenly you see a bunch of dogs barking and running towards you quite ferociously. The dogs don’t know you’re a dog lover inside. What do you do then? I usually can’t help but bark along. I know! I know! This is a weird confession but when a dog barks, I feel the need to bark too. Oh god! Tell me it happens to you too. In my defense, I just like giving them company but that’s my approach and I have no intention to rectify this too. What do you do?
Does it make me sound weird if I say sometimes I want to eat a particular smell? Like the smell of petrol. I can never get enough of it. Whenever I am in a petrol pump I am that weirdo who keeps exhaling the smell of petrol like some sort of fresh air. I know it’s poisonous but I want to taste petrol. Maybe on my deathbed. That could be my last wish. What? I would already be dying. Might as well taste it and die a few seconds earlier.
I had seen this particular house long ago in a certain app but each time I would skip it conveniently as the house didn’t look quite appealing. You know how they say first impression is the last one. In layman’s words it didn’t appeal to me at all. Plain and simple.
I still had time but the only problem was I had already told the owner that I would be vacating this month because at that point of time I seemed to have had found the perfect house for me though it kept giving me strange vibes.
With just one week left to vacate, I knew I was in a scoop because the whole house hunting had left me with no choice (and energy) but to vacate the previous house. In what turned out to be my frantic effort I went out to look for the house that had left no impression on me whatsoever. To my surprise and delight(Oh so much relief) the pictures seemed to have done total injustice to the place.
Sometimes the pictures aren’t telling you the truth until you go and see it with your own eyes.
The house that I planned to stay on rent kept giving me strange vibes. Though I loved the interior and loved the view from the balcony, something or the other kept coming as a hurdle. Maybe I was thinking too much but the last straw was the day before when I decided to finalise the house and call the owner in the evening (who I had a talk with in the morning). This time someone else picked up and informed the owner had just passed away and that it wasn’t the right time to discuss about it. I had goosebumps and wasn’t sure anymore if I wanted the house.
When I wanted a synthesizer , I got one. When I wanted a mouth organ, I got one. When I wanted a dog, I got one. When I wanted a bone(for my dog of course), I got one. It seems I always got what I wanted. My parents made sure I had everything that I wanted. Was I a pampered kid. Yes. Was I a bad kid? No. It’s not wrong to get what you want. But you should definitely wait for it to be your need. I got those easily but I am sure my parents didn’t. They worked hard to be at a position to buy me what I wanted. Back then I wouldn’t think so much and I would think of it to be normal.
So I stand there with the letter in my hand. The police asks me several questions (when? where? how?) and for some reason I am very nervous. I try to act confidant. But God!!! they sure can make you weak in your knees even if you haven’t done anything wrong. Even if it’s you who is reporting a crime, you will end up feeling like a criminal. Pheww. I tried to act cool and you know maybe joke a little bit( Bad timing!!!) So I shut up finally . He is done with the process and I am thankful to get that stamp in my letter.