I’ve been using the word random way too often in the last few days. I guess its also got to do with the fact that its probably the most apt description for what I do/think/feel/write these days. I do random stuff.
When I tell people I’m unemployed, I get two standard reactions. One, “Oh my God! I wish I could just sit at home and not do anything.” Two, “Oh, so what do you do the whole day??” Actually, sitting at home is not so different from working. As in, I still spend most of my time on Reader and youtube. Other than of course, being eternally broke and living on a shoestring budget. There are a few days when I get bored doing “random” stuff, but for the most part, I’ve been keeping fairly busy.
I feel socially more active this way. I’ve reacquainted myself with our maid, ironwallah, nosey neighbors and water delivery boy. I’m totally up to date on all the family gossip which I otherwise used to be briefed about during the long Sunday phone call. By virtue of being vetti, I’m once again filling in as the chauffeur when my grandma wants to visit her family, that is, her aunt, uncle, sister et al. I even went for a 70 year old maami’s birthday party and sang Happy Birthday to you and dutifully stood in line albeit right at the end when they asked all the kids to line up for a bite of the (eggless) birthday cake. My cousin wants me to help him cover his new books with brown paper and put labels on them. I could also take him uniform, school bag, school shoe shopping and buy him panipuri on the way back, he says.
At least, I can come home and crash without worrying about a bitchy landlord or the next meal. I’m not complaining!