I Think. Therefore I Am Whatever I Am.

I wrote this yesterday. But it got uploaded only after struggling the whole night with blogger and internet connection. So if you feel that the goddess has just rediscovered the joys of writing and can't stop, go ahead. Think it. You are not too far from the truth.

Or better still, don't think. Don't think too much. Apparently it's not good for health or sanity. I am often admonished that I think too much. I don’t see how that is so bad though, it keeps my mental muscles supple and sprightly. I think so much because of a bad habit of too much reading and an overactive imagination. I admit, it is a bit extreme to watch Final Destination II and then freak out on ‘Highway to Hell’ when it suddenly starts playing in my car, on a CD which someone else popped in when I wasn’t looking. Or reading a sleazy Sheldon novel about MPD, and then start imagining what it would be like if the goddess had multiple avatars.

Ok, it’s a lazy Sunday morning, I have just devoured a yummy pure bong breakfast of ‘luchi aloobhaja’ and chilled black grape juice (ok this part is not so bong), and have sat down with the laptop. (Such a bong Carrie, no?) Mum is lounging in front of the TV and scouting for grooms for the goddess. I know! Grooms???? Granted, she is doing it for the heck of it, the goddess has already found her god, and is very much keen on producing little gods and goddesses to keep the goddess tradition alive. But it still doesn’t make me stop thinking. About different lifestyle scenarios with the different samples she picks up. One can actually cook and doesn’t need the girl to do it, just focus on her career! Can I help but imagine what a life that would be? Sure he won’t get a convent-educated, fair, beautiful blah blah…but he would get a goddess not interested in cooking at all and in lifelong awe of the man’s skills! One wants an organized bride, who will take over while making the move abroad. I don’t get the connection, but it’s perfectly cool with me!

Other thinking scenes? How I can maim the woman who interviewed me yesterday. For life. She made me miserable about looking for opportunities. Put her in a darkroom and fill it with bees (courtesy The Crush). How I can think up weird flavors of icecream, because I had something called Ferrero Rocher flavor last night - some of the first ones would be gud, kheer etc. (courtesy Enid Blyton – yeah I used to read her as a kid). How I can replace Hermione in the next Harry Potter movie. Maybe even become Ginny so I can have an affair with Harry himself! Or better still, make a movie myself, with the most complex plot ever.

My favorite one. How I can eradicate Playstation and all similar contraptions from the face of the Earth. My god that’s some deep thinking.