A day picked out from my life.

5.30 am.
location: indoors, my room.
I am shaken awake by Enrique Iglesias.Yes, that would be my alarm tone.I sit up on the bed,only to notice the crow sitting on my window sill.The crow makes eye contact with me, sticks out a pink tongue and starts wagging it.Enrique rescues me.The snooze goes off.I am finally awake.


10.00 am.
Location: indoors
I am ruefully heading towards the spare room in the apartment, in an attempt to loose some weight.I lock myself in the room.Ten minutes hence after, the incessant pounding on the door wakes me up and leads me to think that terrorists have attacked the apartment.Yes, I had fallen asleep while performing ab crunches.



11.00 am
location: in front of the computer.
My mother (note how she will dominate most of this post) creeps in from behind and demands to know what is it exactly that has me cooped up in front of the computer all day long.I show her GMBC*, explain the community rules and such, make her go through the posts, even introduce her to my favorite people over here.(:-|).
My mother calls up my father, asks him to retain the unlimited broadband connection that was about to be cut off, due to exams and such.(p.s: I STILL dont know what she was/is driving at).My father agrees, but there are conditions applied.I have to consume two teaspoons of "brainolia" tonic three times everyday(ps: I never understand what he is driving at, under any given circumstance)


12.00 pm
location: room, bathroom,terrace, Canada.
I decide to have a bath, make the necessary preparations, enter the bathroom, lock the door, go towards the bathroom window, try closing it, just at that instant I look outside the window and notice that its raining heavily.I have this sudden urge, I suddenly want to go to the terrace and get drenched in the rain.Having an autistic sister can be a pain at times. If I have come inside the bathroom to take a bath, there is no going out, withouttaking a bath.Thus I try getting drenched through the bathroom window.For that, I crane my big head through the narrow grill, I realize its too much of an effort, close the window, open the shower, stand underneath it.I start imagining that I am getting drenched in the rain, on my terrace.The imagination starts soaring high.There is a shift of location, I am now standing under the Niagara Falls and getting drenched.
Suddenly, the incessant pounding on the bathroom door (again) leads me to think that there has been a terrorist attack.I open the door, and find my mother eying me like an eve teaser.{ps: I was fully clothed (including glasses), and soaking wet}



6.00 pm
Location: indoors.
A certain Guest has come to our place.As usual there are no sweets/snacks and such in the house, well , because I have emptied the fridge in the afternoon.So my mother had to ask my father to go and bring something.(chicken roll.yay!)Now this cannot happen in front of the aforementioned guest.So my mother is positioned such that my father can see him, but the guest can't.So my mother tries to attract father's attention with hand gestures and such.Father,(being myopic) is completely unaware that someone is making deathly frantic hand gestures to attract his attention.My mother (not being the type who give up) actually starts dancing, without music of course.This goes on for three whole minutes, before my father,actually dumbstruck at the dance performance , realizes the essence and excuses himself.I, meanwhile heave a sigh of relief.Stifling a laugh whilst listening to a banter about the political condition of West Bengal is not easy,I tell you.



6.30 pm
location: indoors
The situation is the same , but positions have changed.Now my mother is in front of the guest, father in a position which was previously my mother's.Now my father has to say something to my mother, he could have just made hand gestures,.but he has to give it back to her, so yes, he starts dancing.His dance is a tad bit weirder. The guest happens to turn his head.My father's hand freezes midway above his head, putting it down , he mumbles something about bad weather.My mother meanwhile has one of those "there-is-a-limit-to-insanity" expressions on her face.


Only, there isn't.
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*GMBC: A community in Orkut.Incidentally, this piece of information(this post) was posted in GMBC, originally.