Conversations

C(colleague): "Did you see the crib and the christmas tree in the reception? "

me: "Yes, fleetingly ....."

C: "Fleetingly, ,fleetingly ! I didn't know people actually used that in a conversation, . That's quite an achievement. "

O K...

And then there was this conversation on Gtalk with a choothiah mistake that happened in my life:

S: how can you not think of me when you got such good stuff at home ?

<'good stuff' refers to Bailey's Irish Cream.>

me: oh its very easy

S: oooooh...someone is snapping

me: oooooh someone thinks i'm snapping

S: aaaah
i think you need some love

Asshole, who does he think he is?

I don't know, maybe I shouldn't take it so badly. But I just despise the fact that someone whose notion of love is so warped that he's had close to 5 'serious' relationships over the course of the last year, all of which he claimed were ' this is the one, this one I'm holding on to, this IS the one' - has the nerve to tell me that I need love.

I wished I could have come back with some really snappy, cooool come-back to that line. But nope, I just said some vague shit and after five minutes, blocked him from my list.

What should I have said? 'I don't need no such love, honey. I'm happy where I am now'
or 'You can take your m-f***ing advice and shove it up your b****chooth ass.
or as M suggested 'Love is over-rated'.

I know that after 2 days I'll suddenly think of some far out , totally chilled out, super cool line.. .

Me, the slave .....

My jeans are so insanely loose AND low rise , that as I sit at my workstation , I can feelthem drop as low as the crack of my ass. And that is not a pretty sight. Thankfully, I have an old wasted jacket that will help me preserve my honour.
And another debt I owe to my jacket - my arms are long long due for some deforestation work. And I feel safe and protected and shielded from digusted, contemptious looks thanks to my jacket. And yes, a little too warm.. But that is the price I must pay.

Sho, what a slave I am to modern stereotypes !

" ....to live life well, you need to know where to draw the line - between fun and stupidity, being nice and being used, love and lust , faith and fanaticism. There're so many, many things to experience and feel . And to live life well, you need to know where to draw the line with 'experiencing'. And the irony is that by the time you've learnt the 'art of drawing the line' - the when and the where to put your foot down - you're sixty/seventy years old and the larger part of your life has gone by...........And then all you can do is sit back and think of how stupid/crazy you've been. And then if you can laugh to yourself, then you know its all been worth it. "

From my diary - 26th Aug, 2004

Mixed Emotions

Today, I woke up , brushed my teeth, swept the house, washed the dishes and cooked lunch - in my sphagetti and panties.

And I felt like Geri Halliwell.

And, yes , the curtains were drawn.

And then I went out to get myself warm clothes, braving the insane and noisy weekend crowds in the malls, went to church, got stuck for an extra one hour "Youth Mission" - which was so crappy and pissed me off royally. It went something like this ' Why do you try to be John Abraham or Bipasha Basu? Have you ever heard of Bipasha Basu being raped? Have you heard of any actress being raped? No. That's because they dress decently in real life. '

CRAP

So I was mighty pissed on my way back home .

I got back and made cabbage thoran and dal , which is going to be my staple diet over the next week.

And then I got all nervous and upset because it was less than 4 hours away to Monday and I hadn't done any work like I was supposed to.

And then I had the longest chat with Appa who came very close to cheering me up and I think even if it didn't get my spirits up, it definitely helped me to relax and savour the last one hour of my weekend.


In 21 days and 23 hours, I'll be back in Kottayam..... :-)

This broke my heart...... (and I'm not alone, judging from the Noiselevel).

Jay is gone.

One small step for a man,
A great , great loss to the blogging community.

Weekend News

The weekend was heavenly, and yes, I deserved it , I did , I did.

And there were a couple of surprises at the end of it. For one, on Tuesday , the day amma and my brother, henceforth Aa, were leaving , Aa actually cleaned up the house , including emptying the garbage and sweeping the balcony. He just kills me , he does , my brother. I get all teary-eyed and grateful and proud everytime I think of him , especially when I haven't seen him in a long time.

And then, after they had left, what do I find ? My mother , my super-organised, meticulous mother has left a pair of salwar and kameez behind. Yup, I was shocked. And this time, all that Aa's left behind is a pen and a pair of towel-slippers (you know what I mean, the ones you get in fancy hotels, to wear in the room, do they have a name?) which he was anyway giving to me.
I really am surprised.

And thanks to my ever-generous brother (I am going on and on about him , aren't I? Its called gushing with love and gratitude, and what are blogs for, huh? Anyway, bear with me..) I am now the proud owner of an uber cool pair of Bose speakers. And I'm telling you THEY ARE BRILLIANT. They are truly a class apart and I'm not exaggerating. When I'm in office , all I want to do is come back and listen to the Kill Bill soundtrack , with the bass up real high.. Aaaah , what more could a girl want !!

Edit : I just found Aa's shirt hanging on a hook in the bathroom, I am relieved.
And I forgot to mention, he also bought me yellow and purple flowers and arranged them on top of the fridge. :-)