usually lying on the tummy, snug behind a pot in the lush garden of bungalow no. 19, this fat cat owns the colony.. any real estate in my colony belongs to this feline.. he sleeps where he wishes.
his day begins with sleep, under the bmw 5 series or merecedes c-class, nothing less will do! Ever the regal feline (henceforth, Julian), Julian understands he's untouchable...so much that the colony mongrels stay smart and never get in Julian's way.. Julian has been known to chase rabid dogs outta the colony gates.. something the paid watchmen cannot muster doing with dandas et al.
Julian likes his tail and those of the 2 other cats from bungalow 20. Julian, one day, was discovered by me under the corolla of my neighbor, (bung. 24).. having his noon siesta.. and i couldn't resist trying to mess with the royal nap.. and hissed!.. and the glare i got in return.. i swear Julian transformed to the devil.. such spite and contempt I have never seen in the eyes of any living entity that's not human.. it was pure unadulterated evil.
Julian also, in his spare time, likes to confuse himself by looking into the reflective windows of most bungalows. and believe there's another feline out to get him and oust him of his alpha-male status. claws on glass has the same effect as nails on a blackboard.
Julian is as good as a visiting relative.. a non-paying guest, one you would'nt dare evict.. lest you wish to give ur plants and windows an extreme makeover.. and get a barrage of whines and meows that echo into the night.
i feel like a cog in a square wheel; on the surface, working 8 hours of the day, traveling an hour, sleeping 7 hours, and whiling away the rest of the day. This stat-line looks just about normal. But, the transition from a full-time student to a part-time employee cum student to full-time employee has not been as rosy as initially assumed. Taken a hit, my schedule has. Tired from work, all I can do returning home is eat dinner, complemented by some online activity, a movie or 2, and then sleep. That leaves little or no time for my preferred free-time activities (playing the guitar/basketball) and that does not make me happy. An increasing waist-line and decreasing play time makes kk a grumpy pseudo middle-aged individual.
Now I can see what self-employed people have and I covet it. Nothing against regular employment, I have. But, right now, all I would want is satisfaction both, at work and away from it. And so far, its been coming in spurts only.
In other unrelated happenings, a water balloon filled with purple-whatever was flung at a bus by random urchin. A nut on said bus forgets to close window on holi when said bus was approaching mankhurd. Result of oversight by abovementioned nut results in easy entry access by balloon. Result of accurate flinging by moronic urchin is not so desirable as a mind full of issues gets 1 more added to it. Yes, my mind.
