Emo about Chips
30 Dec 2009 Leave a Comment
in Blah BLAH, Chips, Its a pain, Life
I realised yesterday how emo I am about my packet of chips.
It was a cold cold night. Delhi winters are tough on some people. I was returning home after a 12 hour shift at work. Had started at 8:00 am and was going home around 8:30pm. It was dark.
I was contemplating between suicide and mass murder. Mass murder was gaining mileage as we approached the corner bakery. I usually visit this bakery to pick up stuff for home, its convenient and stocks most of the stuff i need.
In the bakery, while i was roaming about searching for something to fill in the emotional gap, my struggling quest to quit, my had-a-bad-day-need-a-break-feeling-awful-need-something feeling…. I spotted the Chips section.
There they were all neatly stacked on the top most rack, displayed to attract innocent eyes of people … like me, alluring me to pick them up and munch my sorrows away. So i did just that I picked Bingo, Cheese Balls and ofcourse you-can-never-go-wrong-with-them Kurkure! 
Oh lala
Ahhhh what bliss I felt! The satisfaction of knowing that while I go munch munch, my worries of the day will get carried away in these deep fried, masala flavoured, totally unhealthy but tasting awesome chips.
Armed with my munchies, there I was heading home, feeling a bit better. All I wanted was my chips and my Cosmopolitan / M&B and my bed to curl up in.
But husband had other plans…. He had plans and wanted them executed … and he tried … repeatedly… on and on.
I persisted … resisted … ignored … but couldn’t stop him and then he did the unthinkable, while I muched a few, he snatched my pack and told me to eat healthy and go eat my dinner instead, followed by a 15 min lecture on health and other issues….
All i could think was Are you fucknig kidding me!?? Do you know where I have just been from?! And F U!
And that was it … my second emo outburst at unsuspecting husband. Dont feel sorry for him though. Whatever.
