MindUnclutterings

"You can take all that anger and turn it into productivity." 

That was my mum's solution to my rage issues. Mhmm. It did work. NOT. Sigh. But it does work at times. When there are some old vases and crockery that need disposal. Done very efficiently. Smashed. Shattered. Dust.  And then came the helplessness issues. 

"Ma, I feel so helpless! What do I do!?" 

*silence*

"Get over it"

"Huh?"

"I said, get over it. You'll be fine."

Yep, didn't think that's gonna go very well either. And then, it just happened! Don't ask me how. It just did! 

So basically, what you do is, you take it (helplessness), make a gigantic rock out of it and chuck it in the ocean. Screw feeling helpless. Those feelings are not for us. They're not for anyone. They should be nicely gift wrapped and flung right back where it came from. I'm telling you. Promise me you'll do it. Promise me you'll try at the very least. 

On a completely different note, ever tried flying paper planes from the terrace? They're insane fun, especially when you're trying to get them to go into the bitter old man's apartment. And once your mission has been accomplished, you should run for your lives. Because bitter old Thatha will find his walking stick and come to your house. He will knock on your door - three ominous, spine-chilling knocks. And when you answer the door looking like an innocent child who knows not what he wants, he will hand you a paper plane. THE paper plane. He would look at you like he is going to whack the living hell out of you. And then, out of nowhere, he will suddenly flash you a smile, turn around and leave. After blinking like a retard for a few seconds, you will clench that paper plane in your hand and shut the door. As you turn around an eclair will fall from within the folds of that plane. Again, as you stand there looking at that chocolate filled treat, all pretty in gold and purple, it will dawn on you. You'll probably miss him the most, when you have to leave. 

Which is why baking him an eggless chocolate cake (he is very aachaaram you see) with vanilla frosting is of utmost importance. I contemplated making him a proper south-indian meal, but that could be disastrous. Wouldn't want to poison the man.

So chocolate cake it is! And it shall be done. Yes it shall.