So I've been in Bombay for eight days now. In that time I
quit one job because of a bastardic boss. And my other job loves me. And I can
read Wattpad there. And drink chai and take chai breaks whenever I want.
First, I’m going to tell you about the bastardic boss. He’s
from Delhi (I’m not surprised either) and first he tells me I've to hardly work
for 15 hours a week. Then he makes me work for about 12 hours in the last two
days. Also, for whatever I do, he yells and screams. I’m usually confident and
you should know this fundamental thing about me- I don’t fuck up.
I don’t fuck up my work or my academics. It’s not something
I live by; it’s something that is ingrained in my system. So at the job, all I
did was apologize, tell him quietly that he was the one making the mistakes and
listen to him call me dumb. Now, I may be a lot of things but I am not stupid.
I’m the nerd, the geek, the hard working child who all the cousins hate. I had
to sit and listen to this fucking bastard tell me to use my head and not ask so
many questions when he was ambiguous and vague. And I’m sorry but I am going to
get my instructions right because if I don’t, it gives me an excuse to fuck
things up. And you will yell. Again.
Bastard.
The man pissed me off and made me feel angry, guilty, incompetent and stupid. Though I did nothing wrong he was just angry all the time. So finally, I quit.
And then, the world became a better place. I was so caught
up with not screwing up, with getting to places and being on time that I, for a minute forgot what the summer was about. I had a meltdown- literally. I panicked and broke down and
cried. Poor Arya. She had no idea what to do. It’s funny if you look at it from
a third person’s view: me weeping uncontrollably while Arya tries to pat my
shoulder and say the right things. But she came through for me. And she spoke
to the bastardic boss- she got yelled at too but then I don’t think I've met
anyone who he hasn't yelled at. She was very close to a meltdown too- she's had a rough week. (Yes, I read her post- I gave her a warm tight hug).
And we were so glad to get out of his shackles, that as soon
as we got done with our job, we booked an appointment with the hair salon. Yes, tick number 4. Off that list. We got out
new shiny hot haircuts!
We considered getting Rs.100 haircuts from a hair express
nearby. Basically, these haircuts are for Rs.100 and that’s it. Slight problem
though- the people I know swear by it while the people Arya know swear
at/against it. So there was that chance that we could end up looking like the
hobos that Arya secretly wishes we were.
So, we chickened out. We paid much more and got the haircuts
done. My hair is not cropped and it just reaches to the nape of my neck. I got
bangs so my face is framed very well too. It’s damn nice. I kind of love it but
it’s annoying when I’m travelling in the local sometimes.
We went back to Prithvi Theatre and it was beautiful. We didn't go
for the plays- we just went, sat, had cutting chai and talked about everything.
And Prithvi is beautiful. There was an old man who played the flute and when he
saw that we were listening, he turned a little more towards us so that we could
hear. There was a weird guy who just sat there and sang to himself. There were
hot guys in kurtas who smiled and talked about important things. There were
artists and actors and weirdos and aunties and cultured people. We somehow fit
right in.
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| Prithvi Theatre= Comfort |
Anyway, I love my haircut but this is the last time I’m cutting my hair in a long time. I
want it to fall well below my shoulders after this. There was this one guy who
I liked who told me that he really like my long hair. I’m not growing it out
for him. I’m doing it because when I was with him, I could see flashes of the
future (like a movie montage in my head) in which I could feel his hands
through my hair. I could see it so vividly that I could almost actually feel
it. I want to be the person in my movie montage and I’m doing it for her.
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