Mahi, Mahi quite contraari, how does your garden grow?

I'm done, done, DONE with my exams!
Say it with me now people - "Woohoooooooooo!"

How did I celebrate, you ask?
I'll tell ya how I celebrated it..


I came home and gardened.

Yep.
'Putting- seeds- in- soil- in- a- pot' sorta gardened.
My friend's reaction - "Are you on drugs?"

Let me explain..it's not that I don't have a life...its just..don't you sometimes just want to come home and GARDEN?
Is it that so absurd an idea?


I felt like a CSI when I put on my plastic gloves and hauled two pots over onto some newspaper, and then proceeded to enjoyably dig my hands through the soil, dump it in the pot and daintily pat it down (but not too much patting coz I worried that the young seedlings/saplings/whatever-lings might not have enough strength to push thru the patted down soil). I then scattered the seeds with a flourish and sang "Let it grow, let it grow, let it grow"
(To the tune of "Let It Snow"...in case you missed that.)

I felt like JD on Scrubs, when all the while I was gardening, I had an inner monologue running through my head. I think up some pretty funny shit in my head sometimes, but for the life of me I can't remember what it was I thought up then. But I think it might have involved drinking. I'm thinking way too much about drinking now that I don't have to worry about studying with a hangover. I also indulged in a nice relaxed conversation with Kelso, who sat there perplexed at what I was doing.

I felt quite powerful as I held seeds as tiny as grains of sand (they were daisy seeds but by God, if they turn out to be just grains of sand I will be SOOO pissed off. I want to see daisies in 20 weeks, dammit!) each seed, holding the potential for new life..each holding the potential to bring that much more colour into the world. I felt powerful, indeedy. And then I peered closely and noticed how much they looked like poppy seeds. And for a brief minute, I was struck by panic- What if they WERE poppy seeds, and the cops found out and arrested me for growing something that could turn in cocaine!?
Naaah. What are the odds of that happening, eh?

And finally I felt pretty stupid when I realised the stupid cheap ass gloves I wore, didn't stop didley from entering in. I found dirt and water and other soil bits under my nails and then I had to CUT them.
I bet the CSI's never had this problem.

It was immensely relaxing and gratifying. When those flowers bloom, I shall behold them in all their blooming glory and think to myself "Ahhh..my love and dedication- in a pot." like a proud mother. -Cue chorus and halo effect and fuzzy camera shot-
Of course if those flowers don't bloom I'll be pissed as hell and then I can be PUH-RETTY sure that they were in fact just grains of sand.

And before I leave you, here's a pearl of wisdom. Only one pearl coz after this I don't think you'd wanna hear more-
"The most gratifying thing in the world? A good dump, Mahima. A good dump."
-Rishi

Wise words, my friend. Wise words.