As the packers make sure that the furniture disappears faster and faster, the feeling sinks in that we really are leaving this place that has been our home for 10 years. It is not a very nice feeling. And it's written on everybody's faces. Yet, nobody talks about it.
All that's left of my home are vast open spaces, lots of dust, and a mountain of carboard boxes on the groundfloor that contain what used to be my home.
My current address: B-314, Nandan Apartments
New new address: A-314, Mangal Apartments
Disclaimer The
Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to
question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is.
Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica,
such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal
chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour,
transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs,
Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.
