I am NOT the guy your mamma warned you about!

My method is to take the utmost trouble to find the right thing to say, and then to say it with the utmost levity.

— George Bernard Shaw

Sometime back my brother was playing with a soft rubber ball when he incidentally dropped it towards my father. My father held the ball and refused to give it back. My brother tried to take it away from him forcibly even while he was laughing. I immediately added by asking my father to see how my brother was forcing him to leave the ball. My father asked me to write about it on my blog.

In the evening I met two of my friends at Mehdipatnam. We had to take some photocopies of notes and of course we wanted an excuse to meet. I had to walk a long distance on my way back home. I was in a mood to walk and I did it. My legs are aching now. I woke up after 12 in the afternoon.

Yesterday I reached home after the exam at 2:20 pm. I went to sleep at 4 pm and woke up at 8. This was probably one of the longest of durations I have ever slept during day time. I went to bed in the morning again around 3 am. I had a very sound sleep till 12.

Yesterday I even repaired our old air-cooler. To be precise, repair would not be the appropriate word. I bought a new front-grill and dry grass (I really don't know what exactly it is called as; it is 'khass' here) and fixed it to the cooler. My father did some oiling to the motor and my brother did some cleaning. I was least interested in doing all this, but looking at two of them getting so interested in it, I had to make some action.

Tomorrow I will be going to the passport office. My father said he would take me there. InshAllah this time I will make the application successfully. The last time I went, I understood why India is such an 'India'. I have hardly seen any bureaucracy except for the several months taken by MCH to give us the permission for the construction of 1st floor on our existing house five years back.

I just had a cup of tea. Before that I had honey. I got myself a bottle of that a few days back. I tried it withe milk and sugar but didn't like it's taste that way. I had to add a little coffee to it. I am taking the same combination since then almost daily. It tastes just enough to help me drink it. Some days I tried tasting the fat cream that gets accumulated as a layer on milk. I smelled it first, and I thought it was fine. If I had something in my stomach at that time, I would have vomited it when I tasted that thing.

I have a lot of cleaning work to do at home which I have been avoiding all this time. I even have to wash my clothes which will most probably be done tomorrow. I have to arrange a lot of books and clean a shelf. I know it won't take much time but it is among those things I never feel like doing. Every now and then some scoldings from my mother keep reminding me how lazy I can be. Or probably how lazy I really am.