Game of thrones and me

September 27, 2018

Thursday

I created the new word-file, put my fingers on the laptop, and I don’t think I ever came as close as to start writing by addressing ‘Dearest Kitty’ ever before. Must have been the reason of reading this book “The Diary of a Young Girl” recently. This book gives me the mixed feeling every time I have leafed through its pages just like narrator of the book.

When I started reading the book, the first thought that came to my mind was: ‘A 12-year-old chick wrote this!’ As I read further, the thought that came to my mind was: ‘That’s one really moody chick whom I would never date not even in my nightmares!’ But as I kept reading further, I started having more respect to the narrator, Anna Frank. The best thing of her diary is—she knows that she is moody and acknowledges later after re-reading her own diary that she had been immature, which I think is the strongest trait of people who are mature and interesting.

I have only read the half way through, all that I have read till this date is her description of her biased-mother, smart-sister, annoying family with whom they share their ‘annexe’ and her beloved father. But the interesting part seem to have just started as the WWII has started to reach climax, and she has newly discovered her affection to the son of that annoying family Van Daans, whom she before considered humdrum and annoyingly silent. And all his is happening in a small Annexe, as she describes it.

Another thing that really is impacting my life these days is “Game of thrones”. I had avoided so many friends telling me that I ought to watch that series, but now I think I have become surprisingly addicted to it. And I can see the impact on me.

Let me tell you what happened this morning. Babu dai’s son ‘Bhunte’ lost his phone on the day when Thule ‘ma body was taken to Mahakali. This incident has rather created a buzz in the family because it has been quite of an odd way of disappearing of only his mobile phone when Bhunte confesses he placed it midst other phones, among which one was mine. Mine was there even after, but not Babu dai’s phone.

Since that day, we have been trying to come up with possible theories suggesting the probability of the demise of the phone. So, there were we—me, Sandeep dai, babu dai and fufu, cramming our head together with possibilities. Just then, Sandeep dai found something on the below of the sofa. He slipped his arms under the sofa. Everyone was excited whether he had found the phone. But to everyone’s surprise, it wasn’t. It was like a screw-driver instrument, which could only possibly have the purpose of stabbing on someone, I couldn’t deduce anything with the shape it possessed. 

Well, that is the exact thought that came to me when I had it in my hand. If you remember, Babu dai has his head shaved. He was sitting on the bed and I was standing with that odd-instrument in my hand, just next to him while he was facing the other side. As I had it in my hand, I looked at his shaved and cleaned head, and then I looked back at that pointy long screw-driver like instrument. I again looked at his head and then I looked at the instrument. I looked at His head! The instrument! His head! The instrument! All of a certain I remembered all those stabbing and choppings in Game of Thrones in which blood spits out of a person as if you had cut the pipe of running blood. By that time, my feet were shaking and my hands were trembling, and my imagination kept getting bizarre. I got so scared in fact, I dashed myself to another room where they keep all the rations and stuff, I hide that instrument and went to the bed with the ear-phone in my head, playing Pidit 2.

I thought to myself I need to start reading books and watch series that are less provocative. After an hour or so, I came to back to my conscience and continued from where I had stopped yesterday: season 2 episode 5!