My mornings are more moody than some women I've met, and that’s saying a lot. There are times I wake up, feeling on top of the world. That pain in my back caused by my weak attempt at push ups a day earlier has magically vanished. My grumpy Maharashtrian land lady actually smiled, though I'm sure it was because I surprised her with a smile. I make it to work on time and my boss is out of town. Just when my day could not get better, I get a call from Ohio and that sends me beyond happy into a state that I think they call ecstasy.

Then you have mornings like the one I had today. You wake up feeling like your head weighs as much as my grumpy old maharashtrian land lady who starts her cribbing session as soon as she sees me. There's no particular reason for her cribbing, I think it just makes her feel good. I'd like to think I'm helping her vent and feel like I'm playing a big role in her life. Being a good human being. But all i can think off when she's going on and on about leaking faucets giving her a head ache, is how nice it would be to send her into war next time our friendly neighbours think they have a shot at sneaking up on us.

Life is a miserable mix of emotions and at the end of most days you are left confused. What are you confused about? You're thinking if what you have done that day is good enough to make you smile, or so fucked up that you feel like joining your grumpy old land lady into battle.

There are parts of life that just make you smile no matter what. Nice music, the hills and your silly girlfriend, who is sometimes the only reason you manage to stay sane. Of course that is not a generic statement; in fact I'm sure it is an exception. Most of my friends think their girlfriends should be part of the 54th bomb squadron based in Siachen (the war jokes are starting to stale, but I just cant stop. The visual of  my silly landlady in camouflage just cracks me up).

Then you have things like family. You can’t go wrong really. You can scream, shout and most of the time they won’t throw you out of the house and even continue to feed you. Now that is the sign of unconditional love. You just gotta love your parents. They are the reason your alive and most of the time the reason you turn out to be the perfect gentleman that you are. If you’re a prick it’s probably not their fault, you just have the wrong friends.

And your siblings are just god-sent. Who else will take your shit and only threaten to castrate you and not really do it? Nobody. You should thank the stars you have a little sister or brother who is willing to be nice to you. They'll sit and listen to you whine about your non existent life while taking time out of their own. Sigh, now that’s real love.

Alright, I’m done being sarcastically honest. And I think I should stop talking before I further incriminate myself and lose the few friends who have decided to stick by me even though I am a neurotic blabbermouth.