Author: Adi

Monkey Girl

One thing I’ll always be upset with my parents about, is not letting me have a pet while growing up. Specifically, a dog. But there weren’t any other pets either.

The bonds of love, trust, the non verbal communication, the companionship – all the things that I missed growing up (bar love).

I always thought I wanted another sibling, or a close friend – a partner with whom I could live, explore and share. Sister was too different a person for us to ever share much. And cousins were, well cousins – distant, competitive, or both. And I never really made close friends – wonder if it was my trust issues, my commitment issues, or just hard to find someone within the norms of class, caste, and location.

If only I would’ve had a dog. Not a family dog, not a neighbourhood dog, but my dog. A dog I would’ve grown up with – a brother. Like the son I have now, sleeping snuggled up against my back. Maybe I’d have been a different person. A better person. A stronger, emotionally, person.

If only.

*Monkey Girl: We are all completely beside ourselves

Accept the good

Saw Things we lost in the fire tonight.

I’ve seen the movie before, and liked it. It’d been a long while since, so saw it again, and it was like new again.

One bit about the movie struck me – it’s very un-American.

The character who binds all other characters in the movie together, is shot dead for being a good samaritan.

Yet, nowhere in the movie is there coverage of the killer, the police (2 passing scenes), the courts, jail, etc. There is no reference to rage, anger, revenge, or justice – the cornerstones of American movies that involve murder of a key character.

Instead the focus is completely on healing, on getting lives back together, on loving, on supporting each other through the hard time, on recovering, on accepting the good.

Things we lost in the fire is very un-American.

Too good to read

Cleared my Pocket list backlog last week – from about 1200 to sub 100.

Mostly by deleting a ton of articles.

Felt. So. Good.

With a small side effect. The remaining articles are the crem de la crem of my erstwhile long list – articles that I really, really want to read. And this is preventing me from reading them. Afraid that I might finish them too quickly, and be left with the monotony of the average.

Unsettled

Been surprisingly unsettled, even agitated, since a meeting earlier today.

The meeting didn’t go as well as I wanted it to, but wasn’t a bad one either. Can’t put my finger on what triggered this uneasiness, but it’s eating me.

Fingers crossed it’ll be gone by the time I wake up tomorrow.