back to normal...

i must feel like that guy who wrote 'paradise lost' and 'paradise found'(i haven't read either).... after my unpleasant rant yesterday, i am back to normal... things aren't alright... they never are... i'd be bored to death if they were...

i induce J to break her vow of silence... we call over ashwini for catching up... the usual oooh's and aaah's happen... it's been more than five years since i last met them... they remind me of my escapades in those days... apparently i wasn't good at much even then... i learn of the tests i nearly missed, the books i never read, my stumbling into CAT coz there was nothing much to do that vacation... no wonder i'd blacked out most of those memories...

more interestingly, there's everyone else to catch up about... most have progressed from marriages to children to fourth/fifth jobs... people have migrated to various countries... temporarily, permanently...pictures of month-old kids are compared...

"she looks just like her mother"... they chant
"huh??" that'd be me...
"look at the eye brows"
"huh??"
"oh, she's so pretty"
-blank look-

honestly, it looks like a lobster taken out of boiling water... red.. blotchy... unfocused eyes... droopy, drooling mouth... it's probably the worst it'll look all its life... i mean, it cant get worse, right??
my opinions shock the bejesus out of them... they look at me like i'm something straight out of a psycho movie... the bad guy, not the good victims who die...
so much for honesty!!

i fall asleep when i can no longer stay awake... i try watching 'the holiday'... before realising i've already watched it...

the sunny window beside my bed interrupts my sleep at the ungodly hour of 8am... J's friend, another classmate i hadnt imagined seeing in the next couple of lives... we have a lunch of sambar and rice J's managed to conjure up... it's surprisingly good... my cooking's like my drawings... i never end up with the pictures i'd intended to draw... so it surprises me that anybody can get it right at all...

i feel sunny all day... so i talk to a lot of people... i do that when i'm in a good mood... talk to a lot of people... "catch up"... i even manage a few wrong numbers... but i'm in so good a mood, i talk to him too... 

i learn of alok's quest to improve security in his Towers by impersonating david deadley or was it headley.... he has a whole list of other celebrities he's planning to impersonate for various equally good causes... Albert Einstein, Julius Caesar, Cameron Diaz... (the last one's not a typo)... a full blown halloween!!

my catch ups are predictable...  i gush to everybody about how much i really like them... thank them for being my friends... wish them all sorts of happy days... it scares quite a few of them and they want to confirm if it's really good old nasty, snappy me...

i watch 'forrest gump'.... again... coz J had never watched it... the other two of us keep up a constant commentary in the background... until J threatens she's going to ditch the movie and kick us out... we take our chances...

we go out for coffee at a Kalmane's Coffee... authentic south-indian stuff... i scrape my knee on the way back... long story...

that bloody registered letter that had gotten returned from the post office coz i was out of station the last time is back again... as soon as i was out of station.... my string of sour lemons!!! lucky my favorite drink's lemonade!