But you can’t! Nobody can! Actually, WordPress can, but it won’t. So here I am. Shamefaced, but nonetheless, back. Unless I lose my password or something, which will catastrophic, but then there is always a ‘forgot password’ option to get me back on track, except, what if I forget the password to the email account linked to this blog as well, in which case I am royally screwed. There is this secret question thing I know, which by the way is a total sham and will not work, because very recently, when I tried resetting my ‘My Vodafone’ password after 6 years (yes 6 years, cos I am suddenly in need of my bills, because work makes me call Godforsaken Basel, and that costs quite a bit, so cost means reimbursement, which means need for a bill, which means an account , because the hard copies go to my first ever office address, and fixing that needs faxing some docs, or visiting a store or something, which is much more painful. You get the idea.), I realised that I the registered email id was from my old workplace. Pshaw. So no password, no email id. Yeah, so I tried the secret question thing, and as always it was my mother’s name. Simple eh? Only, no it isn’t! Because when I punched in her name , it refused to accept it. Finally it said, it would send me the answer to my phone. Yes, there was a ‘forgot secret answer’ option as well. And when I clicked that, I got an SMS saying my mother’s name was ‘Arpitha’. Only, it is not. And also, I do not know any other Arpitha, and even if I did, I would not randomly change my mom’s name to that, or name said person as my mom, and I would definitely not add the ‘h’ after the ‘t’ because, well, I think it is wrong. Arpita comes with a ‘chota t’ and not a ‘bada th’ and don’t ask me why I am telling you all this.
Actually, ask. I will tell you. You see, it is 11 PM on Saturday night, and The Dude has fallen asleep. Actually, he is not totally asleep. He keeps waking up every few minutes and saying that he in fact, is wide awake. There is thing about me and The Dude. This is our anniversary month, and we would have been married for four whole years in a couple of weeks time. Ok, so the point is that our sleeping habits are extremely different. While The Dude is a through and through morning person, I am an owl. The very typical ‘can stay awake till the wee hours of the morning to witness the sunrise, but can never wake up the see a sunrise kind’. He on the other hand, is wide awake at 6 AM, irrespective of when he went to sleep. So the thing is, he has this whole ‘time for himself’ bit each morning. You know, between six, and when I am forced to wake up (which would be around 8 on weekdays, and 9 or 10 on weekends). But the issue is, by default we go to bed at the same time. Now this in essence kills the chances of there being any hours where he is asleep and I am awake. So this is one of those few times, mainly because I think it is blasphemous to sleep so early on a Saturday, and he is drunk on a couple of beers. But like I said, it is somehow unacceptable to him, the whole theory, so he is now loitering around claiming he was always wide awake, though the fact is he has been asleep for a good one hour. That being said, this is the reason why I am online at this hour and typing this post. And no, I did not consume any alcohol. Only some really cheesy pasta.
Ok, had to take a short break there to locate The Dude. He was sleeping in the living room, because, well, apparently he was wide awake and enjoying the breeze and view from the balcony. I know, it doesn’t make sense, but I guess it means I am going to bed now. I really wanted to also write about the awesome movie we were watching till sometime ago, which I believe is partly responsible for his sleepy state, but that will be the topic for another post. Till then, bear with the ramble, will ya? Oh, there he is. Gotta go. before he wanders off to sleep in the kitchen or something and then claim he was saving the world.