This is why March is known for it's madness!
10:57 AM | Author: Rambunctious WhipperSnapper

I wanted a breather from the 'hectic' life I have at home so I went back to my favourite hilly town again. I was expecting great weather, good food, a small number of people and a bookstore which I could spend hours at.

Either nothing was as I left it last time or my memory is hazier than the storylines of Lost.

The weather was like Drew Barrymore's career, good in some parts but really crappy overall.

The food was worse than Julia Robert's choice in men. The espresso bar I used to frequent earlier was dead and gone, replaced by a shop for some stupid clothing chain. God-damn capitalists with their need for maximum profit!

There were more people there than the number of Jennifer Aniston's ex-boyfriends. I went there because it was March and I thought people would be busy with their stupid children's stupid exams and that people would be busy in doing one of those job things which though sound really awful, seem to be the in thing these days. However, apparently, everyone had their stupid exams in February and those job things come with something called 'vacation time' now. Whatever happened to exploiting your workforce? Everyone seems to have turned into a god-damn socialist!

And don't even get me started on the bookstore. The probability of me going back to that bookstore is even smaller than the chance of J. Lo having a successful comeback. All the books were stacked together like common pieces of merchandise. How can anyone enjoy shopping for books when they are presented to you like they present a large number of probable child brides to rich, horny old men in small Indian villages? Where is the romance in that?

On top of that, the owner of the bookshop had the temerity to recommend to me a book whose exact tag line was "It's like the Da Vince Code . . . only better!!!" [sic]. He didn't notice, but I ended up putting a curse on him. Read all about it in the new thrilling future bestseller The dreaded curse of the combustible Homo, in a book store near you  early May 2035 - It's like the Da Vince Code and The Secret got together and had a baby!!!

Another thing which bothered me was that since it was the off-season for the hilly town, everyone was using this opportunity to get their shitty hell holes re-painted which made all my allergies act up.

To make it worse, the one route I loved to walk on, because of it's solitary nature, was now dotted with more hotels and those infernal tea-shops for the poors, who seem to find their way into every place. If they really have no money, what are they doing at a hilly town?

If I said anything to anyone, they would tell me that it's nice of me to get out of my 'comfort zone' and I should give it a couple of days. What does that even mean? Why would anyone like to get out of their 'comfort zone'? Don't people spend their whole life trying to find a freaking comfort zone? So why fix something which ain't broke? I think it's just one of those things that people say which they really do not mean. Like "Of course this plus-sized t-shirt doesn't make you look fat" or "Just because you slept with him on the first date doesn't mean he thinks you're a slut".

I felt the same mixture of anger and disappointment which people feel when they realize that they have a crush on John Mayer.

I wondered what happened to this hilly-town? It was supposed to be my happy place (before I discovered Ryan Carnes). Nothing felt right. It seemed to be a metaphor for my life, where nothing felt right too. Just like me, the hilly town seemed to have lost it's mojo! It was also probably spending it's time brooding in it's room, listening to Speechless while eating chicken from it's nearest KFC.

So I stood there one day, on the balcony of my room, high on benadryl and paint fumes, thinking of packing up and leaving the next day. Just then, a family friend who sort of lives nearby the hotel I was staying in, came knocking. He had heard about the terrible time I was having and he promised me that he would make it up to me. Since I was not in my senses (more than usual), I agreed to join him for a ride after lunch. Mostly because he did not use the words "comfort" and "zone". Smart man.

And it turned out to be one of my better decisions! Even better than the time when as a five year old, I kicked a stranger offering me ice cream right in the cajones. Yes, I am smart like that, sometimes. Very rare times, in fact.

So the family friend took to me to a part of the hilly town that I haven't ever seen, even though I had been visiting the place for almost two decades. And that place had the most amazing view ever! It was one of the best scenes I have ever laid my eyes on. I had begun to think that just like a straight Jonas brother, such a view would be impossible to find! But I was wrong! (Still right about the Jonas brothers though! They're probably gayer than a Saturday night at Elton John's house!)

Then we went to a bookshop where I found the book that I had been wanting to read since a long time. We ended our sojourn at a place which serves the most amazing waffles I've ever had, which were accompanied by a delectable cup of coffee.

I did everything I wanted to do in a span of two hours! And then, just like Chris Brown before the grammy's, it hit me. At about 8000 feet above the sea level I realized that life was trying to send me a message in it's own effed up way. That even if you get old & derelict like Madonna and end up losing your way every now and then, somehow, someway you will find something new and surprising inside of you. Even if it is a guy whose name is pronounced as Haysoos.

Maybe it was imaginary, like Sarah Palin's high school diploma, and maybe it's a little to self-helpy when I think about it, but at least I got out of my comfort zone!

Shouldn't that count for something?

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17 Voices heard in WhipperSnapperville:

On March 20, 2010 at 1:31 PM , H said...
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On March 20, 2010 at 2:17 PM , Phunk Factor said...

Great post....ur shallow musings are pretty darn awesome!

 
On March 20, 2010 at 9:58 PM , Rashmi said...

I like you so much, love you :)
You make me happy.
Need i say i am going through the same feelings
Cheers!

 
On March 20, 2010 at 10:13 PM , H said...

Sorry for the comment above.
Obviously should drunk blog.
But the Nick and Joe Jonas are just scrumptious.
And Jesus (I guess?!) sounds hot.

 
On March 21, 2010 at 11:37 PM , Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

@H: I knew it was to god to be true! But I totally enjoyed being called cute, even if you were pissed drunk! :P . . . and don't delete your comments next time! We here at this blog really appreciate drunk comments! In fact most of the posts here were written in a drunken state!

@Phunk Factor: Thanks Phunk! Nice to se you here! I thought we had lost you along with that crazier sam!

@Rashmi: Haha! Thank you, Rashmi! This was really sweet of you! :D . . .

 
On March 22, 2010 at 7:51 AM , DewdropDream said...

Life happens in unexpected places. Or something along those lines.

Howdy been RWS? :)

 
On March 22, 2010 at 10:04 PM , Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

@DDD: Haha, that was almost Shakes-perean, DDD!

I'm good.

How is the city of London treating you, fair maiden?

 
On March 23, 2010 at 8:35 AM , Rakesh said...

Inspiring! You know I'm a fan. :)

 
On March 24, 2010 at 10:30 AM , Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

@Rakesh: Sure! I thought you had abandoned the SS WhipperSnapper too, so thanks for that! And if I may say so, it's high time you get a blog of your own.

 
On March 25, 2010 at 8:58 AM , Rakesh said...

You know I would never abandon you. :) As for my own blog .. 1) I'm too lazy to write and 2) I like to keep my personal life as private as I can, although, that's not usually possible.

 
On March 26, 2010 at 3:44 PM , DewdropDream said...

:) It loves me and I love it right back!

Did you find anything else in that bookstore of yours?

And thanks for the 'almost Shakespearean' comment ... one if most pleased and feels honoured!

 
On March 28, 2010 at 11:29 AM , Vatsa said...

Hey, just followed you here from Chandu's blog. And I couldnt stop reading! Love the way you write! And at the risk of sounding like a spam comment from someone peddling Viagra, I am going to add you to my "must-read" list "-D

 
On March 30, 2010 at 12:14 AM , H said...

I still think you're way cute ;)

 
On March 30, 2010 at 6:54 AM , Rambunctious WhipperSnapper said...

@Rakesh: Admit it! You share your stuff with only a 'chosen few'. Also, I thought there was no privacy in America anymore, because of 'socialism'? :P

@DDD: Haha, nice! Yes, I did find a few good books, despite the book owners best efforts. In fact, I got both the 'autobiographies' of one the authors you love to read!

@Vatsa: Haha, you don't sound anything like those adds! Thanks!!

@H: That's just the alcohol speaking! :P

 
On March 30, 2010 at 7:57 AM , DewdropDream said...

You do know how to pique a person's interest :D

Okay, which favourite author of mine?

 
On April 14, 2010 at 1:27 AM , unsungpsalm said...

Hahahaha! This one was a fun read, Ramby :-) And after so long!
You should take more trips!
Somehow, it seems a bit embellished, but how can it not be... :-P It's YOU who's writing it!

 
On April 28, 2010 at 8:11 AM , The Orange Cat said...

I came upon your blog yesterday. Dude, you make so much sense when you talk about love and plain romantic dejection that I couldn't believe you weren't me with a split personality.
Hilly towns...well, if you look for solitude, there's always those small places in HP or maybe Sikkim. Don't know about the books though. Best to stock up on them from beforehand.