I loose my temper easily. I threw a plastic chair at a guy who was working for me 2 years ago for not doing the work that I assigned him properly. He didn’t hit me back thankfully. Just left the job and went away.
I get depressed very easily. And at times all I need is an mp3 file to cheer me back to happiness. At times it is a movie file.
My fuckin bank is closed for the past 2 days and a payment that I was expecting is being delayed. I had to renew a membership on a forum yesterday and a discount offer I got ends on monday, and I need to transfer the money to my credit card before that. If I miss that, I will end up paying $200 more for the membership, which is a fuckin Rs 10,000 more.
Last year at the start of the recession, I decided to move my banking to State Bank of India as I didn’t trust the private banks anymore. That decision has now cost me Rs. 10,000.
I got depressed. Why is this happening to me? I can ask people to loan me $200 in paypal, but I hate to do that. So the best thing to do now? Is to accept the fate and listen to music.
There is a folder that i have been maintaining on my computer since 1999 called Speakerzone. It has all the music I like. Havent made any new additions to it recently, as I am completely out of touch with whats new.
The first folder I could find inside speakerzone was Michael Jackson. So I opened it as I didn’t find anything else in there that would interest me. The first song was Billie Jean.
The song started playing, i turned off the monitor in the 1st 10 seconds, pumped up the volume even though my son was sleeping after 20 seconds, and closed my eyes in the 30th second.
The song just made my cry when it went on playing. My throat got choked, eyes were bulging and torrents of tears were running down my eyes. Michael Jackson is Dead.
I didn’t give a shit on the day his death was announced. Fuckin drug addict is dead at alst. Thats all that I thought. I didn’t write a single word about him in any of my blogs as I was aware of the people monetizing his death. Digital Point was full of his memorablia shit. Monetizing a dead man. Yuck. I never thought I would cry for him. And this song made me cry today.
Last year I was riding on my bike from Chennai to Pondicherry with They Don’t care about us playing on my ipod, and near Mahabalipuram I had to stop. I didn’t cry though, but it did make me stop. The music was so powerful. But he was alive then. Now he isn’t.