Madness

That is what the last few days have been... Almost 3 years after putting down all the money I ever earned and borrowed, my apartment is ready. I am moving in end of this week. So so so so many things to do to make a house out of a building... and even more effort to make a home out of the house.

Two entire weekends on buying furniture and drapes for the house. Now running all roung the city for lights, fans, TV, washing machine... all the things that brings the semblence of a house to the four brick walls it used to be. And the red tape and total lack of respect for time and money. People who put up a fight if I give a check instead of cash makes me wait 6 hours for the delivery of goods... and shamelessly ask for a tip!

While waiting and grumbling and cursing the people responsible and the entire country, I am reading Atlas Shrugged. Now, I have a new found respect for Ellis Wyatt. I understand why he set fire to his oil fields. I admire John Galt for never telling the world about his new motor... Why? The world doesnt deserve excellence let alone perfection. The world is in love with mediocrity. "Lack of respect for time is acceptable because this is how things work in India" - says my mom. As per dad, "atleast we can afford all this... we are waiting after paying for things... what about people who cant even afford all this".

I dont buy the attitude. Nobody just handed me the money. I worked day and night for it. I earned it. And by virtue of that, I earned the respect for the time that the money buys!!!

What the hell... I am just blabbering... Thanks to one who nets the dot for listening patiently to all my rambling for an entire 3 hours... I am sure he'd never accept another dinner invitation from me :)