Toothpaste

Oh well.

In today’s episode of arbitrary musings, we have,

What’s the deal with toothpaste tubes?

It’s a regular squeeze for half of its life time and pure battle for the rest of it.

Whoever thought…. “Let me make it more difficult than it should be.” I have an issue with this weird utility product.

For starters they are slightly over priced than the remaining of your groceries. I don’t mind that so much, however, the struggle to use it to its last bit is so real.

What do I even do? After squeezing the hell out of it, I still know there’s plenty left. My Asian instincts to not waste kick in, so I squeeze it for a few more days. And there is still more.

At the risk of sounding petty, I have often contemplated cutting it using a blade and using the remanants of it but never really got there. Would always wonder how much of it goes to waste.

So I replace it with a new tube, going through a tiny guilt trip, every time I throw the used one into the bin.

There’s clearly some unfinished business between us.

Era of flakiness

At the risk of sounding like an old grumpy grandma, I would say this: The times we are living in are extremely peripheral, with no real substance to it. I could be wrong, I would like to be wrong about this but I look around and cringe often. I’ll present in the coming days a few exhibits of the things that piss me off or push me to do a dramatic eye roll, facepalm whatever you want to call it!

Exhibit 1: Song lyrics

I was listening to this 90s Macarena song and came across a newer version called ‘Ayy Macarena’ by Tyga. The lyric goes like:

“Ayy, Macarena, Macarena, Macarena (ayy)

Put the chopper on a nigga, turn him to a sprinter (yee)

Bitches on my dick, told ’em give me one minute (one minute)

Ayy, Macarena, aight (ayy)”

Source: LyricFind

Crushing 90’s innocence much?

The new Billboard chart topper is this song called WAP that begins with.. “Whore in this house, there’s some whores in this house.”, to some thrilling beats that would make you want to dance. The rest of the song just follows suit. Excerpts:

I don’t wanna spit, I wanna gulp

I wanna gag, I wanna choke

I want you to touch that little dangly dang

That swang in the back of my throat

LyricFind

There is a Tiktok song doing the rounds called Candy by Doja Cat:

I can be your sugar when you’re fiendin’ for that sweet spot

Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it ’til your teeth rot

I can be your cherry, apple, pecan, or your key lime

Baby I got everything and so much more than she’s got

LyricFind

There are so MANY more of these songs. I don’t say it’s inappropriate or out of line. But they sure lack taste. I don’t even know how to explain it, it’s like everything’s on the table, there is nothing more left to hide or deduce. No hidden charm to it. No such thing as innocent fun. Or naivety. And that’s where I sigh. Our world is now turned into normalising teenagers wearing skimpy clothes, doing provocative poses and prancing around to…

I’m a savage (yeah)

Classy, bougie, ratchet (yeah)

Sassy, moody, nasty (yeah)

Acting stupid, what’s happening? Bitch (what’s up?)

What’s happening? Bitch (what’s up?)

LyricFind

Some would say, Have a little fun?

To them I want to say, I do enjoy these songs and I am a part of the problem. What’s happening to the world we live in? Where are we heading?

I shall continue my rant tomorrow…

Musings #012

Unable to register my emotions these days. What am I feeling? Are there no exhilarating moments in my day? Is monotony becoming tolerable.

I am feeling a mildly negative set of emotions.

Stressed, from the incessant workload. Looks like work has become my life. Appears like the stakes are too high. Haven’t taken a leave from 8 months. It’s starting to bother me a bit.

Blank, about my travel scenes. I am supposed to fly back to India once my work gets done. But it keeps extending. It’s not in my hands and I feel that loss of control strongly, each passing day.

Moody, on some days, for no reason at all. Well anyway, when does one ever understand the complex enigma of mood swings.

Self-doubt. Have always had this thinking where I believe I am not good enough. Have not accomplished anything. Have left things in between without notice or any thought. I want to get out of this mindset.

Drained. From social media. It’s becoming even more disappointing, with every passing day. I need to shift my focus on to better things. This whole social media frenzy is a waste of time. IG, FB, Quora, Google, news and what not. I take way too many pictures on my phone. I really need to slow down.

Okay, I am done with my rant for today.

Finding no apt title

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Eons ago when my life was simpler, I used to read this and think..pfff..so dramatic!
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Past few days have been anything but simple.

I broke a tooth and had root canal treatment done for my cavity stricken teeth. Did I mention my general fear of dentists and how tormenting my visits were?

This hadn’t ended, was figuring out how to pay the bills and stuff..and in middle of all of this, I had an accident. Skid my bike in rain. It was TERRIBLE, no better words to define it. This happened about five days back and I am limping to date.

I normally don’t like to make a huge deal of things..(haha..what a joke!) but this was the worrrsssssttt. There was this immediate thought when I fell, that some lorry would come from back and flatten me and go! I was wailing from pain in my feet. I felt so deep down in shit that when I called my friend from the hospital, I was laughing and crying all together. Got my mom worried a lot too.

Did find some people to count on, amidst all this, which is good!

Well, I’ll be fine. I am only learning from this. You know what they say right:

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P.S. I was supposed to be waking up early and it is 3.44 am! Lord save me, no wake me!

 

 

 

My Conversations

Can you go on throughout the day without speaking a word? Like a pithy okay and nice from your mouth, a bit of please, thank you here and there, that’s all, nothing else. Does that make one weird? On days when I have had close to null interaction, and I am ruling out social media talks or texting, I strangely tend to talk to myself!

Left late from office today. And just before I was moving to the parking lot to get to my scooty(we need to call it with a better name!), I heard these roaring thunderstorms. Cacophonic, slightly intimidating. It hadn’t started raining yet. To soothe myself, I uttered in my head..garajte badal baraste nahi..(it’s kind of a hindi counterpart for barking dogs seldom bite…that literally means thunderous clouds don’t quite give a rainfall). I think the clouds took umbrage in it. It pricked them right at the spot, because the wrath of rain that I faced thereafter was something! Heavy and getting heavier by the second. I was all drenched and shivering and uttering on my way: fuck! Never smart mouth the nature next time.

I will resume my interaction with humans from tomorrow.

Time and its tantrums

Do you ever feel like your time is running out? Like you only have two hands, one heart, one mind and a hundred of things to accomplish. I have been bad at time management, since forever. Somehow, things always worked out by themselves. I am amongst those, “in the last moment” kind of people. My productivity/energy increases as I reach towards the deadline. So say when I am supposed to work on something(not talking about my job here!), I’ll be listening to songs instead, fully aware of the toll it would cause me later.

I am doing it right now, 2 am..supposed to sleep for office tomorrow and I am penning down some shit load of tangled thoughts running in my head. Someone tell me what is normalcy? I think I had it at some point of time…and then I moved on..and left it where it was. I guess it is okay to be weird and not proclaim that you are weird. I guess I am a subtle form of weirdo who tries usual stuff and then gets bored and then again gets back to her unusual routines.

Meanwhile, I am having this love hate kind of a relation with technology, where certain aspects of it are really bugging me, urging me to time travel back to simpler days and then I am even abusing the privilege at full throttle. What to do? Life is puzzling.