Machines and Men

There are days when everything I touch turns to gold, and then there are days like today, when everything I touch turns to goo.
I read the newspaper this morning and got inspired to write a post, so I run upstairs to my room open my laptop, press the start up button …..and nothing. It just won’t open. I tried to charge it, remove the battery and put it again…press the start up button with all my might…Nada.

All that inspiration got exhausted in the anger I felt at the moment…and I don’t even get angry anymore, but this time I was. I was pissed off. I just got this laptop repaired. Everything seems to be going wrong in my life, my love life sucks…my university is sucking the life out of me and I am still fat.

I called my dad and ranted out about my laptop and we came to the conclusion that it is indeed broken and nothing can be done unless it is sent out to the mainland because it cannot be fixed in Andaman Island, it’s a pain to live in an island when it comes to technology.

I asked my mom if I can borrow her office laptop (which I am using now) and she agreed but not before she reminded me million times not to be too careless and avoid any adventures with it, as if I take my laptop to bungee jumping with me.

With time the anger faded and I realized everything will be o.k. …things will work out, it won’t be easy but it’s not the end of the world.

I could buy a new laptop, but it reminded me of my love life. Laptops and Boyfriends can be similar…with time you get attached to them and maybe a little bit depended even, only that one day they break your heart and just stop working! But then you can always find a new one right? But for what? Getting a new one is not a lasting solution; someday they will stop working too. So, no point of making something or someone your whole life.

Some major insecurity huh…no really, I understand men are not machines. Even though sometimes it may seem like it, but still, they are not. Men are a little bit misunderstood to be honest. I feel people just expect so much from them, no one really understands or gives attention to the. Women, you know, are always center of attention, for good things and bad, but men…they can be a bit expendable. No one cares; they just say ‘Man up’ and move on. What is ‘Man up’ anyway?

I get it I can be careless, yes I can. But sometimes I honestly feel machines are conspiring against me. Yesterday my hair straighter just stopped working, it just won’t start just like the laptop…they both just won’t start. Then just now, my Nicky Clarke hairstyler ‘accidently’ pushed my makeup on the floor and almost broke it. What is that huh? I bet machines are just gathering somewhere and saying ‘oh so you are going to Ruhi’s house, awesome. She is easy, just stop working one day, see how mad she gets.’

Fine I accept maybe I knocked my makeup on the floor while keeping my hairstyler on the shelf, that is a possibility. But I did not screw up with my laptop and hair straighter, no sir. But it’s not unusual, machines tend to stop working around me. I’m telling you, it’s a conspiracy!! Terminator may just happen.

On the other hand men stop working around me as well….but that’s just life I guess



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