The Disorderly Person
I’m officially a petty criminal. A ‘Disorderly Person’ in legal lingo. My offence: “Defiant Trespassing”
So how did this happen? How did a life of such promise and brilliance deteriorate into a burnt-out of criminal activity? Is this why I have not written on this space in a long time? Was I slowly trying to pick up the pieces of my broken life?
No, no, nothing that eventful/ devestating has happened. Yet, atleast.
So what was my petty criminal act? Taking a short-cut to the train station through 10 yards of a well-worn path, usually traversed by dozens of lazy Indians, and running into a pretty bored officer of the law who kept apologizing to me even as he fastidiously wrote out my ticket. Brilliant. Everyone gets tickets for over-speeding, wrong parking or driving under the influence (under the influence of what exactly? I mean, arent we all under some kind of an influence at every point in our lives? A different tale for a different post)….and I pick up tickets for ‘defiant trespassing’ and for not validating a 50-cent subway ticket (good old NJIT days!). On the bright side, I guess I’ll just be one of those people to whom freaky things happen to.
As you can tell, I’m not in that great of a writing mood yet; I wasnt planning on rescuing my blog from the cobwebs of the digital ether yet, but Ms.V.Singh threatened to kick-box me into desi chowder unless I posted something by the end of the week (not that such writing deserves any avid readers, but it’s nice to know someone pretends to care atleast :-p).
Now that I’ve hopefully written enough to save my skinny brown ass from the fury of Vitra’s injured feet, I’m gonna go contemplate how to adorn myself in green for St.Paddys day and still look stylishly dashing enough to elicit a few raised eye-brows at work tommorrow.
