I spent most of the month of October within the confines of my room. Just think Trainspotting. I even stocked on green teas, ranch chips and snickers which is to be my diet for the month – So i sat in the room. The only time i ever went out was to re-stock my junks, to check my emails and to classes. Privelege of a post graduate course – Its the 31st of October now, and i’m out here – understanding what it is that makes living so shitty.
It was like the journey Siddharta took when he left his brahmin house. Its not like im comparing myself to The Enlightened One, I’m just saying – i had embarked on some kind of soul searching thing crying my eyes out like bridget jones with a bottle of cheap australian red, on a lonely self-confidence killing friday night. Except for me, everyday was a bridget jones friday night. I made myself invisible, to my brother and my housemates. They never called me, knocked on my door or even wondered whether i was inside or outside – the only clue to my existence in the past 30 days was my orange nike shoes. If its in the house, then i am home.
Familiarity breeds contempt. Spouses gnarl at each other after a long day’s work, siblings bite each other’s head off because school insists you react so. Familiarity also break a family when everyone just take each other for granted. Whatever happened to: How are you today?