To Do , With Love.

I was walking back home yesterday, after having had a very long and hectic one at that.
I met a few estranged, shallow, weird facebook friends and common friends and one "real" friend (real for the reason that facebook hadn't acted as an intermediary between us), and was travelling back home after having had a fairly bad meet.(with a hurt on my toe and a sucky place Behala).

All the way i was overcome by this unconquerable slothfulness.

Thinking of different things, of different people, looking at the world around me. A world provided to be my birth, but not chosen for me.

Thinking of how i need to tell Shibham that i dont love him.He is not compatible to me,no matter how much he thinks otherwise.
How i need to tell Rony, that she needs to just grow up now.
How i need to tell some of my friends back in Delhi to make it a hospitable place for me, atleast for the next one year.
How i need to figure out my finances and clothes and necessities well, before i start packing to go back.
How i need to tell Faiz that i dont want him to be wasting his time on me, and that he is one of the best human beings in the world.
How i need to go home and sit in my maxi, watch tv while i dirty the sofa with mango pulp,and clean it with my babul's saree , without trying to hide it.
How i need to tell babul and dadu both, that i just cant sleep with both of them on the same bed, coz both keep pushing me there sides, and i keep waking up.
How i need to buy more cucumber, because i have been eating cucumber, more than i eat tomatoes.
How i need to fix the other radio, so that i could sleep to music.
How i need to let Priyabrata know that he may be 30, but he is just 22, when it comes to knowing others.
How i need to meet Mitro aunty more often, now that a month is gone, and im nearing my days back to Delhi.
How i need to talk to her, and ask her to adopt me.
How i need to buy a guitar, and get a tattoo,maybe.
How i need to slap the guy in the metro, i have been seeing, and tell him, that he's an absolute loser, because he likes me.
How i need to stop behaving clumsy, and get on with collecting my strewn articles across the house and look for my delhi bags.
How i need to take babul and dadu out on a ride , before i leave.
How i need to make them understand, that i do love them, and dont think of this house, as a motel,or a rest house.
How i need to sit on the window pane and wait for rain.
How i need to lose weight.
How i need to know my mother.
How i need to do away with a blankness of memory, on her.
How i need to take care of this house, once babul and dadu are dead.
How i think i will not marry,ever.
How i will be all alone in the house, when everyone's dead.
Of whether ill have enough money to keep the maintenance going?
How i need to take a little rest, i have been running too far.


Suddenly, this person from the queue, turns around, asks me.
"are you single?"
I look at him and say, "umm?"
He says, "I mean, are you alone?"
I look around me, and stammer to say"ye-..".
he continues "The auto has space for one more person, and smiles".

I walk away zombily.I was scared that the guy almost got me, until i realized that my stereotypes for a bong guy's linguistic capacity had just gotten proved right.

Sometimes being a grammatical retard helps.