Dance classes are happening. And i'm going to be restarting in November. Bellydancing Intermediate and (trumpet) Kickboxing! Woo hoo! Bloody hell, i can feel the rush of adrenaline already!
I need this in my life right now. Oh God, i need it so badly!
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Conversations of the Married.
She, drunk and coming home really late in the night: I hate being married.
He, sober and not sure if he heard right: What?
She: I hate being married.
He: Okay...
She, growing petulant: I hate being married because i hate being called wife.
He, soothing: Okay... So, what do you want to do about it?
She: I don't want to be married.
He: Okay. Sleep over it.
She: Okay.
He, sober and not sure if he heard right: What?
She: I hate being married.
He: Okay...
She, growing petulant: I hate being married because i hate being called wife.
He, soothing: Okay... So, what do you want to do about it?
She: I don't want to be married.
He: Okay. Sleep over it.
She: Okay.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Last night, i thought i was going to die.
Yeah, it's a little silly, i know. There is a background to it though.
Taking cabs back home when i get late meeting up with friends has become a habit with me. So last night, when G and i got late leaving Highnote, we decided to call for a cab. Within 15 minutes of calling for one, i get a call from the driver. I direct him to the place, and he finally ends up going a little further away than the pickup point.
G and i walk to the cab, and we don't see the cabbie's face at all. What i do see upon getting in, is a brown suede jacket trimmed with fur, neatly cut hair at the back and black, thick frames. Very stylish, and i must confess my bias, very unlike a cab driver. Immediately, my senses are on the alert. Because hell, in India cab drivers don't dress so well. I try my best to get a look at the driver's face - rear-view mirror, side mirror, sitting forward and trying to peep. No luck at all.
There was no trace of an ID card on the dashboard, absolutely nothing. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and that gave way to apprehension. So G and i sit in the backseat, and we're sending messages to each other because obviously, we can't talk about it.
Me: "Machcha, he doesn't effing look like a driver da!"
G: Lol
Me:Little bit weird no? Do you think my karma's catching up with me and i'll be molested or something?
G: Che thoo you better call (referring to calling after i get home)
Me: Ha ha ha! I know the perfect person to be on line with! P Diddy!
G: Imagine my karma. Lol.
And so she leaves, and i ask the cabbie to turn on the radio because the silence in the cab is oppressive. What song should come but "Roop tera mastana". I wish that the earth would swallow me whole - like it wasn't bad enough, my thoughts stray like a street dog and i end up thinking the song will only add fuel to his fire, if he has any.
By and by, the fear subsided and i relaxed in the seat, loving the music playing and humming along. I reached home in one piece. And i messaged G to reassure her as well. But by God, next time on i will really have to watch out for travelling late by cabs. Got to take this as a warning sign.
Taking cabs back home when i get late meeting up with friends has become a habit with me. So last night, when G and i got late leaving Highnote, we decided to call for a cab. Within 15 minutes of calling for one, i get a call from the driver. I direct him to the place, and he finally ends up going a little further away than the pickup point.
G and i walk to the cab, and we don't see the cabbie's face at all. What i do see upon getting in, is a brown suede jacket trimmed with fur, neatly cut hair at the back and black, thick frames. Very stylish, and i must confess my bias, very unlike a cab driver. Immediately, my senses are on the alert. Because hell, in India cab drivers don't dress so well. I try my best to get a look at the driver's face - rear-view mirror, side mirror, sitting forward and trying to peep. No luck at all.
There was no trace of an ID card on the dashboard, absolutely nothing. It was an uncomfortable feeling, and that gave way to apprehension. So G and i sit in the backseat, and we're sending messages to each other because obviously, we can't talk about it.
Me: "Machcha, he doesn't effing look like a driver da!"
G: Lol
Me:Little bit weird no? Do you think my karma's catching up with me and i'll be molested or something?
G: Che thoo you better call (referring to calling after i get home)
Me: Ha ha ha! I know the perfect person to be on line with! P Diddy!
G: Imagine my karma. Lol.
And so she leaves, and i ask the cabbie to turn on the radio because the silence in the cab is oppressive. What song should come but "Roop tera mastana". I wish that the earth would swallow me whole - like it wasn't bad enough, my thoughts stray like a street dog and i end up thinking the song will only add fuel to his fire, if he has any.
By and by, the fear subsided and i relaxed in the seat, loving the music playing and humming along. I reached home in one piece. And i messaged G to reassure her as well. But by God, next time on i will really have to watch out for travelling late by cabs. Got to take this as a warning sign.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Oktoberfesht.
We'd only ever heard of Oktoberfest as the legendary beer festival of Germany. When KF brought it to India, it was a novelty - a taboo one, at that. Fascinated though i was, i never managed to go for one until yesterday.
B cooked Thai Yellow Curry and Herb Rice that we belted as we waited for K and V to return from their visit to Coimbatore. Rumours of our going to the Oktoberfest were in the air, but B and i didn't pay much attention to it. I for one had just finished spending an entire day at office and was in no mood, or presentable state, to head to a beer drinking festival.
9:30 p.m, just as we've downed a couple of diet cokes (B) and Teacher's (me) and are on our way downstairs to buy some nico sticks, who do we see but K and V. Half-dead from the bus journey, but alive enough to ask us: "WTF are you guys doing? Why aren't you ready?" B and i exchange looks and then shoot raised eyebrows in K's direction. "Oktoberfest, dude. We're going. Bloody get ready. Don't mess with me, i've had a really bad bus ride and i really, really need to get pasted." Uh, okay. Unarguing, we quietly climb the stairs to the house, and run helter skelter - K because she's in two minds on whether she should hit the potty or not, B because she has nothing to wear and me because not only do i have nothing to wear, but the clothes they have will not FIT ME! I panic - i'm wearing dark green Harem pants and a sleeveless Fab India top, my hair's unwashed, greasy, strandy and held back by a hairband.
Plus there's a bigger issue - Oktoberfest is for beer. What will B and i drink?
Wine, vodka, cocktails, soda, soft drinks also available. Phew. Hallelujah.
While we scramble to get dressed, V sits biting his nails and getting frustrated about letting precious minutes of beer consumption slip away because of some women who want to be dressed 'appropriately'. "It's a beer fest, for heaven's sake. People come there to drink beer. Who's going to bother about clothes?"
Bondas. Most of them were well-dressed. And oh my Gosh, what masks! K bought herself one. No, two.
B cooked Thai Yellow Curry and Herb Rice that we belted as we waited for K and V to return from their visit to Coimbatore. Rumours of our going to the Oktoberfest were in the air, but B and i didn't pay much attention to it. I for one had just finished spending an entire day at office and was in no mood, or presentable state, to head to a beer drinking festival.
9:30 p.m, just as we've downed a couple of diet cokes (B) and Teacher's (me) and are on our way downstairs to buy some nico sticks, who do we see but K and V. Half-dead from the bus journey, but alive enough to ask us: "WTF are you guys doing? Why aren't you ready?" B and i exchange looks and then shoot raised eyebrows in K's direction. "Oktoberfest, dude. We're going. Bloody get ready. Don't mess with me, i've had a really bad bus ride and i really, really need to get pasted." Uh, okay. Unarguing, we quietly climb the stairs to the house, and run helter skelter - K because she's in two minds on whether she should hit the potty or not, B because she has nothing to wear and me because not only do i have nothing to wear, but the clothes they have will not FIT ME! I panic - i'm wearing dark green Harem pants and a sleeveless Fab India top, my hair's unwashed, greasy, strandy and held back by a hairband.
Plus there's a bigger issue - Oktoberfest is for beer. What will B and i drink?
Wine, vodka, cocktails, soda, soft drinks also available. Phew. Hallelujah.
While we scramble to get dressed, V sits biting his nails and getting frustrated about letting precious minutes of beer consumption slip away because of some women who want to be dressed 'appropriately'. "It's a beer fest, for heaven's sake. People come there to drink beer. Who's going to bother about clothes?"
Bondas. Most of them were well-dressed. And oh my Gosh, what masks! K bought herself one. No, two.
We got ourselves our little disposable cups and (drum rolls) started on breaking world guzzling records.
B and I kept alternating between the shtage show and the enclozhed shpace called, uh uh uh, Ultra Cafe. Der wazh great mushik - Jalebi Cartel wazh plain. We guzzled and guzzled till we were all pretty hi.
We danshes sho much. It wash gooo fun. Met Shalt n Peppa, Hash Cookiesh Man, and shum creepy shtrangesh. The place wash so fullo lie. It was greaat fun and we got back home and drank shum mo and went our fo a drive and got to shleep at 5 this morni. JSsdfjsdnasjfbh sadjhsjdh sadbshbfhsdmkmksdkf gunait.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Deewali!
Diwalis for me were always about burning colourful matchsticks as a kid because we couldn't afford crackers. According to my dad, we didn't need to because it wasn't really 'our festival'. Then, as i grew into my degree days, Diwali was about going over to PK's place, belting yummy Diwali food, bursting a few crackers and then most probably staying over.
This year though, Diwali was super different. And super fun. Of course, boy being gone away, i wanted to sit at home, gather my thoughts, figure out the whats, what-ifs and what-nots. K and B had other ideas - they wanted me to go with them to Chennai to celebrate Diwali at K's place. It sounded like a pretty good idea, but i just wasn't sure. And i thought i wasn't ready.
Then i discovered that Friday was a holiday for us. And i called up K in the n-1th minute and told her that, Hey, I'm going to be able to make it! By then B had gotten into trouble at her workplace so she couldn't travel with us Thursday night.
Friday morning, three of us reached Chennai - K, I and A (an addition i only knew of in the last minute, but not a bad one as i discovered in the days that followed). B would join us on Saturday morning.
We got to K's place, settled in and that's when the roller coaster ride began. Home-cooked meal after home-cooked meal all day, right through Sunday. Upma, Puri Choley, Aloo Paratha, Baigan Bharta, Aloo Capsicum Sabzi, Rice, Dal, Gongura Chutney, Dal Paratha, Gobi Manchurian, Methi Roti, Malai Paneer - i've lost count of all the mind-blowing food we ate. I think i must have grown a second stomach that weekend, because i just kept stuffing my face endlessly. And K's mother can really, really feed people.
A day full of eating on Friday was followed by a night of semi-debauchery - K's extended family came over and the house was rich with laughter, merriment, PJs, alcohol and yes, more food. (Women were not allowed alcohol, by the way.) Then followed the Diwali tradition of Teen Patti. I played, and for the first time in my life, I WON! Like, a lot. It's a different thing that the plastic chips didn't cash into real money but what the heck, it was great fun to be the winner!
Saturday morning, K and I went to pick up B from the airport at an insanely early hour. As a consequence, we slept in the car at the airport parking lot and were jolted awake when B called to tell us she had landed. Drove back home, belted more food, slept. Went for the office Puja in the evening, burst loads of crackers - including my first rocket! K's dad, V, A and K tried stunts with a rocket held in the bottle held in the hand. A almost lost her head because the rocket she lit backfired and came right at her.
By then, withdrawal symptoms had set in, so we decided to head out late in the night to put and send some. Didn't have much but it was a relief to be able to get back to doing our things and being the hooligans we are.
Highlight of the day for me was the 'Good Housekeeping' photographs we took - K acted like a psycho Chinese tourist photographer who gives more poses than the people he is shooting, while i... well, i just goofed around playing the model homemaker. Touching curtains and appreciating the fabric, playing good host to guests by serving them dry fruits, wearing the dupatta on my head and ringing the mandir ki ghanti, smiling coyly, lighting up the diyas at the doorstep - K and I ran through the whole routine. By the end of it, her mother wanted to go hide under some pillows and forget the whole traumatic experience while we clutched our stomachs and laughed our hearts out.
Sunday dawned pretty late, and we drove down to Mahabalipuram for lunch at Moon Rakers. The table was full of food (again). Lots and lots of calamarie, prawns, fish, chicken, crab, paneer (yes, there was a vegetarian traitor among us). Mellow through the meal because i remembered things about the place i ddin't want to, my mood lifted when we hit the surrounding shops for things to buy. Picked up wrap-around trousers, psychadelic genie pants, cool gunjees and a couple of pairs of slippers. Left me very, very happy. And very, very broke. I didn't mind though, i loved everything i bought.
Sunday night, we boarded the train and added one last item of entertainment to our list of madnesses through the trip - scandalising our unsuspecting, youngish, cutish co-traveller. I'm sure we amused him aplenty because he couldn't hide the grin on his face everytime one of us opened our mouths to say something.
They say that Diwali is the festival of lights, the dawn of a new year. I don't know about the latter, but i do know that this Diwali sure lit up my heart as much as it lit up the sultry Chennai night sky. And yes, i ended up feeling light too. Much, much lighter.
This year though, Diwali was super different. And super fun. Of course, boy being gone away, i wanted to sit at home, gather my thoughts, figure out the whats, what-ifs and what-nots. K and B had other ideas - they wanted me to go with them to Chennai to celebrate Diwali at K's place. It sounded like a pretty good idea, but i just wasn't sure. And i thought i wasn't ready.
Then i discovered that Friday was a holiday for us. And i called up K in the n-1th minute and told her that, Hey, I'm going to be able to make it! By then B had gotten into trouble at her workplace so she couldn't travel with us Thursday night.
Friday morning, three of us reached Chennai - K, I and A (an addition i only knew of in the last minute, but not a bad one as i discovered in the days that followed). B would join us on Saturday morning.
We got to K's place, settled in and that's when the roller coaster ride began. Home-cooked meal after home-cooked meal all day, right through Sunday. Upma, Puri Choley, Aloo Paratha, Baigan Bharta, Aloo Capsicum Sabzi, Rice, Dal, Gongura Chutney, Dal Paratha, Gobi Manchurian, Methi Roti, Malai Paneer - i've lost count of all the mind-blowing food we ate. I think i must have grown a second stomach that weekend, because i just kept stuffing my face endlessly. And K's mother can really, really feed people.
A day full of eating on Friday was followed by a night of semi-debauchery - K's extended family came over and the house was rich with laughter, merriment, PJs, alcohol and yes, more food. (Women were not allowed alcohol, by the way.) Then followed the Diwali tradition of Teen Patti. I played, and for the first time in my life, I WON! Like, a lot. It's a different thing that the plastic chips didn't cash into real money but what the heck, it was great fun to be the winner!
Saturday morning, K and I went to pick up B from the airport at an insanely early hour. As a consequence, we slept in the car at the airport parking lot and were jolted awake when B called to tell us she had landed. Drove back home, belted more food, slept. Went for the office Puja in the evening, burst loads of crackers - including my first rocket! K's dad, V, A and K tried stunts with a rocket held in the bottle held in the hand. A almost lost her head because the rocket she lit backfired and came right at her.
By then, withdrawal symptoms had set in, so we decided to head out late in the night to put and send some. Didn't have much but it was a relief to be able to get back to doing our things and being the hooligans we are.
Highlight of the day for me was the 'Good Housekeeping' photographs we took - K acted like a psycho Chinese tourist photographer who gives more poses than the people he is shooting, while i... well, i just goofed around playing the model homemaker. Touching curtains and appreciating the fabric, playing good host to guests by serving them dry fruits, wearing the dupatta on my head and ringing the mandir ki ghanti, smiling coyly, lighting up the diyas at the doorstep - K and I ran through the whole routine. By the end of it, her mother wanted to go hide under some pillows and forget the whole traumatic experience while we clutched our stomachs and laughed our hearts out.
Sunday dawned pretty late, and we drove down to Mahabalipuram for lunch at Moon Rakers. The table was full of food (again). Lots and lots of calamarie, prawns, fish, chicken, crab, paneer (yes, there was a vegetarian traitor among us). Mellow through the meal because i remembered things about the place i ddin't want to, my mood lifted when we hit the surrounding shops for things to buy. Picked up wrap-around trousers, psychadelic genie pants, cool gunjees and a couple of pairs of slippers. Left me very, very happy. And very, very broke. I didn't mind though, i loved everything i bought.
Sunday night, we boarded the train and added one last item of entertainment to our list of madnesses through the trip - scandalising our unsuspecting, youngish, cutish co-traveller. I'm sure we amused him aplenty because he couldn't hide the grin on his face everytime one of us opened our mouths to say something.
They say that Diwali is the festival of lights, the dawn of a new year. I don't know about the latter, but i do know that this Diwali sure lit up my heart as much as it lit up the sultry Chennai night sky. And yes, i ended up feeling light too. Much, much lighter.
Monday, October 12, 2009
How do you get over it?
Some people talk about it endlessly.
Some cry. Like i used to.
Some go on a rebound.
Others have one-night stands.
Some drink. Or mope.
Some turn into addicts.
The more talented ones write songs, get famous.
Me? Me just play songs that remind me of the superfantasticawesome time we had together. So, on my playlist right now:
1. You Know I Wancha - Pitbull
2. Fire Burning (Somebody call 911) - Sean Kingston
3. P.D.A (We just don't care) - John Legend
4. Doori - Atif Aslam
5. Woh Lamhe - Atif Aslam
6. Hum Kis Gali - Atif Aslam
7. Aadat - Jal
Somehow makes it seem like there's lesser distance between us. Sigh. Ah, well.
Some cry. Like i used to.
Some go on a rebound.
Others have one-night stands.
Some drink. Or mope.
Some turn into addicts.
The more talented ones write songs, get famous.
Me? Me just play songs that remind me of the superfantasticawesome time we had together. So, on my playlist right now:
1. You Know I Wancha - Pitbull
2. Fire Burning (Somebody call 911) - Sean Kingston
3. P.D.A (We just don't care) - John Legend
4. Doori - Atif Aslam
5. Woh Lamhe - Atif Aslam
6. Hum Kis Gali - Atif Aslam
7. Aadat - Jal
Somehow makes it seem like there's lesser distance between us. Sigh. Ah, well.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
So, we're still in the process of talking about it...
...but the outcome is more or less clear. It's bye bye love.
Ah well.
P.S: Anybody have any arguments in favour of long distance relationships? Cause i most definitely seemed to have failed to convince him.
Ah well.
P.S: Anybody have any arguments in favour of long distance relationships? Cause i most definitely seemed to have failed to convince him.
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