Pintu Returns (And Still Hates You)

I am back. It was time to take a little time away, clear my head.
In my last post, I wrote about perhaps experiencing a rare calming moment. Then a bird shat on my face.

If you've missed me, good for you.
What's that, I hear you ask: have you missed me, Pintu?

If you're slowly roasting in a burning hell for two weeks, do you tend to think about peanuts?

By now, you're well acquainted with antics at the office. Now my co-workers are chirpier and more determined to succeed while simultaneously annoying the living shit out of me. It's like walking into a circus for over-achieving orangutans every morning. Nothing's changed. I drink my tea, smoke my cigarettes. Bang my head on the desk.

The days are taking their toll.

I open my eyes every morning but all I see is fog. Constant thick fog, like some thick soup, if soup were a fog. There's no sunshine. When I walk, it's like those cartoons where a single black cloud hovers over one person's head. It's only raining on me. Because Jamal Bhai and co. are certainly basking in the sunlight of stupidvideos.com. I just hope some raindrops from the cloud on my head spills over onto his computer and short-circuits it, so that I could get some peace.

Spring is here. I light a cigarette and watch the world hurtle mindlessly forward.

A small child cries, and I think: good, better you learn how it is now.

A rickshaw gets rammed in the the back by another rickshaw. The passenger flies off, falls on the ground and gets up angry and covered in dirt. There is yelling. I smile.

A mosquito wildly miscalculates and flies straight into my clap of death. The resulting mess in my hands is bloody, but satisfying.

Everyday brings new challenges. Almost always they are...WORST.