Dooriyan Bhi Hai Zaroori

Its Sunday morning and I am snuggled under my quilt with the heater at a comfortable distance perched on top of a new polka dotted pink stool I picked up the other day at a flea market. Not that pink polka dots go with the décor of my room that I tried keeping to an earthy orange and bright yellow but it sure goes with me and my love for most things pink.  I saw Bride Wars and The Ugly Truth back to back last evening. Wow that definitely elucidates my social life on a Saturday night. Sigh! Sometimes like for an hour last evening I was actually feeling a little low thinking why, why do I have to do the “sitting at home alone and watching tv” routine every once in a while on Saturday nights these days but the other option being hanging out with people one doesn’t like to rub shoulders with more than once in 2 weeks. I much prefer my own company. Thank you.

I had a fabulous fabulous Saturday evening two weeks back with Fino, her sister Bratty and the B. Fino and I met up after a year and a half and it happened to be her birthday too. We couldn’t stop talking all afternoon and later at night we were at the B’s place for drinks and a scrumptious Bengali dinner. The drinks were flowing and so was the conversation. I must say his daughter is an adorable little thing and to think her Daddy is B. We have come a long way indeed from our being perennially stoned days in college. I wonder how many rounds of shots we had at TC that night, the drive back home being a complete blur. Of course I do recollect hazily the drunk dials made and Red Head trying to console me. (Damn I miss my friends. Like old old friends.) However what I do remember very clearly is getting up next morning at 6 and trying to wake Fino up.  What followed was a whirlwind as we realized the cab guy had come at 4:45 and tried calling me up for half an hour and I continued was to cancel the call in my alcohol induced sleep. I don’t know how they managed reaching the airport and catching the flight on time but they did. Fino left her phone behind in the mad scurry and I had to courier it to her.   Fino and I couldn’t stop laughing about how Bratty blamed B for having gotten us so drunk that they almost missed their flight. Thank god for small mercies like living close to the airport.

Work has been pretty decent all thanks to a couple of new people I have said hullo hi to in office or rather old people who I have gotten to know. However the urge to get out is stronger every day. Met up with M and Gandalf at the DGC day before. Was naice catching up with them over wine and I stuffed myself with these delicious mushrooms not to forget my eternal favourite fish fingers with lots of mayonnaise.  Gandalf’s jokes just get more and more funny dirty everytime. He is incorrigible. Now I can even predict a joke coming up and he can look through my “lost little girl not knowing what is happening around her” act. Damn it! Hehehe! It is supposed to work more than that.

I saw Harry Potter last Saturday and loved it. I got someone an unexpected a gift the other day and yeah unexpected it actually was. Isn’t it nice when someone gets you an surprise gift? I can’t remember the last time I got one. Even flowers would do actually. Sigh! Sigh! Oh and I have been off Facebook for almost 2 weeks now. What a relief? Or maybe its just a phase. It was just too much frivolous information to process and right now I need to process other stuff in my head.