Just when I had gotten used to the water mark on my bedroom ceiling (from a leak some months back in the roof) the painters came and painted over it. I had started seeing shapes up there. After a few minutes of intense concentration, the brownish patch would slowly dissolve into a bear cub's face and the triangular smudge started looking like an INSAT-1 b image of the Indian peninsula. Now its all gone. The ceiling is an even, boring white and the bedroom stinks of paint and turpentine. I slept on the couch last night and fell asleep while watching the Golden Globes. Munich did not win a single award...bad, bad, bad. In other news, my sister lost her ATM card and by the time she realised it someone had gone to town with it, leaving her with with a five figure loss (actually its my Dad who is in the red and don't ask me what she was doing with that sort of cash in her account...long, long story).
And here's something to ponder about. Why do people back into parking spaces and park their vehicles? Don't they realise its nerve racking to watch the driver of eleven seater van with no windows reverse into the parking space adjacent to the one occupied by your cute sedan? Its even more infuriating when the said driver comes down from his high perch with a smug look on his face as if expecting a prize for acing Parking 101. Whether its front end parking or back end parking, both require the driver to reverse atleast once. So why reverse and park when parking front end and reversing on the way out is so much easier. Or is this another of those macho things that I will never get?
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