The Incredible Mangoes

july 13th '09

the weather did strange things today. it's being doing them lately actually. they call it the monsoon season i guess. i woke up this morning as usual to a switched off air conditioner, a deathly slow fan whirring and 50 degrees celsius/120 degrees fahrenheit temperature. disgusting. but i woke up early after many days of forceful oversleeping in these unbearable conditions. woke up and went to work like i am supposed to.

i watched a movie called the reader today. i liked it. managed to watch it in one go with very little zoning out. i don't mean to ruin the movie so don't read this if you want to see the movie. a 15 year old boy in the 1950s in germany has an affair with an older woman. she must have been 30? 40? i don't know they never told her age. anyway, so it's the boys first time with someone and he's fully into it. he goes to her house every day and they have a routine; he reads a book to her and then they make love. but after the first three times that this happens they get into a fight. she yells at him and tells him to leave her house. he freaks out and apologizes and asks if she is upset because of him. she says that he 'is not even important enough to upset her.' woah deja vu!!! he leaves the room crying and then bursts back in telling her he's madly in love with her and the thought of life without her kills him. so they patch up and they're together for the whole summer but on his birthday she randomly abandons him and disappears and he is fucked for life.

i was watching the movie so intently that i didn't realize i was sitting in a pitch dark room at 3 pm. there was a crazy aandhi (i have seen the wildest aandis of my life this summer) outside and the sky was dark grey. then it rained for a bit and got slightly bright. i went for a very spaced out drive. i realized the different routes i take depending on my mood. i went to the wide empty roads and minimum civilization today. it was great, with my awkward hair slapping my face because of the wind and rain pouring into my car because of the direction of the wind. the city looked so fucking alive with nature going out of control. and the smell of mitti was so strong.

but then the rain fucked it up by going insane and i couldn't see a thing so i came back home. i went all over the house searching for an outdoor area to sit in with some kind of roof. there isn't a single place in this house. so weird. now i'm sitting in the porch where the car should be but isn't. it serves the purpose. but i miss my old house with the awesome veranda that had chairs, flowers, plants and a dog. it was a step higher than the big green garden where i used to float paper boats as a kid when it would rain. our drainage system was shitty and all the water would drain into the garden which used to turn into an enormous ocean for paper boats. the same house where i drew life sized children on my walls. they got covered by wallpaper but i always found the thought of whoever moved in next pulling off the wallpaper and discovering those drawings damn hilarious.

- doggie