I walked out midway during today's service. Couldn't concentrate on praying. People piss me off. Sneezers, yawners, fidgety-handed-space-intruders.
It's Palm Sunday, and people were fighting over leaves being distributed freely. I got in line and soon out of it, because there ceased to BE a line...moronic motherfuckers stormed all around. Molestation galore.
I finally got a leaf and ended-up giving it to a really sweet old lady.
A woman's smile is dangerous.
After many months, the cute pianist in the choir finally made an appearance. The reason i stayed back for half the service, was just to listen to her play. She understands 'space' and 'flow'. Not many musicians get that. All those beautiful lines she plays, done without even a sustain pedal. I've been tempted to offer her a sustain pedal...but i never got the nerve to walk-up to her and talk, forget 'exchange notes'.
Traditional shy-ist, I.
The last week of lent almost certainly provides me with some sort of heartbreak or the other.
Oh well, theres a saying: 'Good things come to those who wait'.
But, theres also another saying: 'Those who wait, masturbate'.
Apna haath, Jagannath!
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