twentythree

For my 23rd birthday which is tomorrow I wish to be concretely appraised of my duties as a witch. All books that I have read emphasize the core of all magic lies in words – in the ability to write in down a certain way, and to speak in a certain way. I do not doubt that, some voice training lessons from the little room in Gaddafi Stadium and I should hypothetically be all set. (The aunties who came for gaykee the other night will at least move to groaning about boys who only come to learn quickly in order to start a rock band bemoaning girls who prance in to become good witches). I already know who my familiar is. He is a wee puddy tat, the slinky kind who will roll himself into a Ferraro Rochere mink ball for travel size convenience.

I do not take to aging too well. Limited ability to showcase requisite maturity and annoying persistence of pmsing teenage angst. So much for being the yellow brick road for the younger generation. I’ll be the sign post who points variously but earnestly “This WAY!” “NO this way is also okay”, “Don’t ignore this way!” and “Stop looking at me”. I was much better and composed at 16. People like me thrive on institutionalization. Last night, I didn’t know much to do with my freedom. Walked along the coastline, on drifts of sand near Salt and Pepper and tried best not to think about grand narratives, graph problems and diagram solution laikan wah wah kiya dimagh hai, chup he nahi hota. Sheer buggerishness. Most Dobby like I feel about myself. Want to teach me a jolly good lesson.

In my life as a plump care bear on piled up clouds of cream, my stomach was stamped with a tea mug. (Disturbingly though the seven cups a day routine during undergrad has made me sick of chai and I am now increasingly relying on Nescafe creamers. The thing with chai is, you never really know how it’s going to turn out, it is always chai and sometimes that is enough for most people but I need the taste and the a microsecond less or more of dum and the concoction weakens.)

For my 23rd birthday I would also like bee) magic recipe for a charged cup of tea and cee) a digital camera.

As part of the continuing procession of brain asymmetry I absent mindedly stuck both my contacts in the same eye today and didn't notice the difference until it wafted in as an afterthought. Tradeoff between witching and ordnarirying.