Monthly Archive for December, 2007

The last post

Hmmm… so this is going to be my last post of 2007. New year’s eve is finally upon us and its time to hit the bar with a vengance. My duties for today’s bash includes:

  • Hire people to chop the wood and form a big enough bonfire that’ll last till midnight and beyond.
  • Brief the cook about the menu for the evening. Although I’m pretty sure people’ll be too drunk to actually remember to eat. Thats what happened last time anyway.
  • Arrange the outdoor seating to accomodate the whole lot of people.
  • Insist the booze-list makers to finish the thing. At this rate, I dont know when we’ll go and buy all the stuff in the first place – forget eating & drinking.
  • Actually go for the final shopping. We procrastinated till the last day of 2007 – victory for all lazy people of the world!

Which reminds me – why am I  still blogging while so much work is left to be done. Thats will do it for me. Have a great time tonight, everyone. See you next year.

P.S. I am sad The Pensieve is finito. Although hopefully not forever.

Over & out.

Two days to go

I think my dog is confused as to who her master really is. Even though it is me who feeds her daily, cleans up after her mess in the house and takes her for long walks (when I feel up to it although not recently) In spite of all this, she’s been snarling & jumping on me whenever she feels like, the ingrate.

It seems when she was a pup, she used to run outdoors and head towards the river to play, swim and ultimately drown herself perhaps. Now, this would be the time I was away at work. So, the watchman used to give her a sound thrashing when caught and Winkie was petrified to death of this guy.

A few days back, I had let her free to horse around and to my irritation, she chose to ignore my calls of Come here. I called for her for 15 minutes like a fool while she pranced around eating shit from here and there. Eww. The watchman saw this and said, Winkie’s being disobedient, huh? Shall I call her? After which he shouted her name only once and the bitch that she is came running frantically towards us.

I was dumbstruck as the watchman went grinning away. It was then I realized that my dog thinks that guy is her real master and I’m just someone who’s being kind enough to feed her and let her sleep in my house. No wonder she doesnt respond to any of my commands. And I used to think that it was because of lack of training provided to her.

As an afterthought, I have resorted to imitating the watchman’s deep baritone while issuing commands to my dog. And it works! I’m done being the nice owner and also keeping a stick handy at all times in any case.

Three

Three days to go for the much awaited New Year bash. Also, I’m trying to recreate a ‘three things’ list that I once read in a blog. (Because of the significance of the word ‘three’, in case someone didnt get it :D ) Here goes nothing:

Three things I disliked about 2007:

1. Turning 28.
2. My non-existent travel plans for this year.
3. Stupidity – mine and of others. This point will be repeated next year too, in any case.

 Three things I loved about 2007:

1. My car, my new haircut & all the materialistic things I’ve acquired this year. For all these, I give thanks.
2. My blog. Its been nice raving & ranting about anything & everything.
3. Old and new friends with whom I’ve been sharing random thoughts about life in general. You guys are the best!

Three things that irritate the hell out of me everytime:

1. The male-female gender blender topic. Everything turns mucky after a while not to mention disgusting.
2. Long lectures. On doing the right thing. That too when I’m trying to get the left one done. (Haha)
3. Gossip. And when I’m somehow bang at the centre with no one else to blame but me.

Three things I look forward to in 2008:

1. More frantic blogging. I look forward to it.
2. Hopes & dreams coming true. Mine and everyone else’s.
3. Happiness. And a good life.

Should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind, we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet, for auld lang syne.

Happy New Year everyone. And dont forget to get dead drunk.

If I dont call up to wish a few of you at midnight, its probably cause I passed out ok?

4 days to go

Quite frankly, I have no New Year’s resolutions this time. That is, while I do hope to achieve new goals in 2008 as well as keep certain hopes & dreams alive and kicking, I find these resolutions hard to fulfill and a tad over the top. Maybe a better person could actually go and do something meaningful with these magical resolutions. Me – I’m stuck with a ridiculous short term memory that just wont quit.

I’m more of the “Things I desire with all my heart” list kind of person. I made one such list about 5 years back and promptly forgot all about it. When I stumbled across The List a year back, I was surprised to be able to actually strike off most of the things on it as DONE. Time to make a new list now that 2008 is just around the counter.

Also, since I’ve been missing The Countdown till the stroke of midnight for a couple of years now, I’m counting the days that good old 2007 has left. Can you believe it – we’re already in the fag end of this year. This way, I’m going to wonder what in the hell ever happened to my twenties. One & a half year left for Armageddon now. I’m going to be one very shrill, snappish 30 year old. I just know it. Sob.

Who’s with me?

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What a merry Christmas indeed. There’s nothing like spending the Christmas Day with your loved ones and having someone at your disposal to buy you all the gifts you could possibly want. I cried later on that day because Amir Khan directed Tare Zameen Par so well and I felt bitterly for the poor dyslexic kid. I disliked only one scene where a very much copied Spaceman Spiff – like character zooms off in the solar system as soon as the kid starts day dreaming whats 3 X 9. The rest of the movie was very touching. As in I had to touch my eyes several times to wipe off the tears before people sitting next to me noticed.

When I went to buy a christmas cake, a Santa in the cafe gave me sweets from his red bag which I accepted a little too eagerly. Only when I looked around did I realize that I was the only adult amidst all the children accepting sweets. I didnt really care as the sweets were delicious. And I liked cutting two christmas cakes in one day. If you cant eat cake on Christmas, I cant imagine any other perfectly appropriate time. (At my age, I hardly get to cut a birthday cake not to mention the agony of adding yet another year)

Being at work around this time of the year’s hardly my idea of a perfect ending to a good year. And I can safely say that I am most looking forward to the New Year bash in five days time. Since I’m planning to be reformed next year and stay away from all things addictive (read: intoxicating) I might as well get inebriated for the last one time. So, I ask again: Who’s with me?

What I did till now

I stumbled across a terrific movie called Apocalypto directed by Mel Gibson what with all the time left on my hands during my never ending vacation. I’ve watched it thrice already which is another way of saying that I loved the movie thoroughly. I dont think I’ve quite watched a movie before wherein the real intrigue starts in the last half hour and climaxes to a brilliant end.

Another movie that I had a blast watching was The Anchorman – The legend of Ron Burgundy. My favourite part was the gang war between the top two TV channels – the war heating up to include chain welding members of other two channels listed number 3 and 4 in the popularity rating. The funniest part was (my favourite) Ben Stiller joining the war as a member of the Spanish News and later on fleeing to the wails of the police sirens exclaiming: Policia! The gang war escalates to such a level where people get their hands chopped off and someone’s set on fire while another gets thrown through a car windshield. Magnificiento.

Since I didnt have anything else to do, I ended up watching a lot more DVDs than I anticipated. I was fascinated by Renee Zellweger as she played the lead in Miss Potter. Her accent brought back fond memories of Bridget Jones diary too. Beatrix Potter is a children’s author who loves and loses the man she would have eventually married. Her drawings of rabbits in blue jackets and brass buttons, clutching red radishes made me remember those Enid Blyton books that I used to read when I was a child. The Brer Bear, Brer Wolf, Brer Rabbit one.

I dont usually watch DVDs but after these wonderful movies, I’m hooked. And also, it feels nice to be back in the blogosphere after what seems like ages.

This vacation sucks

I know I didnt mention it before but I’m in the middle of a week longgggg vacation. Its the time of the Sikkimese new year and while the rest of the states of India have already celebrated their own new years, we up north are just about catching up now.

This vacation officially sucks though. I’m stuck at home with absolutely nothing to do. I’ve watched about 6 horror movies already and suffering from insomnia after-effects. I really dont know why I do this to myself.

To make it worse, my best pal called me up at say she was expecting a child. And I flipped a lid. Literally. Its different when this happens to other people. Then its a natural thing. But the very idea of my old chaddi-buddy as a mom-to-be…. I was flabbergasted.

By the time I composed myself to utter something like ‘Well… congrats… I’m… very…happy’, that idiot friend of mine laughed and wished me a Happy April Fool in advance. Seriously, some people have got to get their sense of humour checked and this goes for their calender too.

I think the only happy creature around is my dog. She seems to be on a high what with wagging her tail and jumping non stop at the prospect of having people in the house full time. I cant wait for Monday to get back to work. In the meantime, I go back to watching movies in which people get their body parts cut off, sleeping till the sun is high in the sky as well as to a mad dog hell bent on living like there’s no tomorrow.

Two thousand and seven

Will you look at that – another year’s all set to get over already. I just dont get it as to how a whole year goes by so quickly when I’m still thinking of this year’s massive new year hangover that definitely gets my vote for ‘Worst Hangover of the decade – 1997:2007′ If anyone’s going to be philosophical and say things like time flies, I’m going to wallop them.

Just the other day, I met someone who was talking about getting a particular place ready for the programme on the 25th. I asked – whats happening on 25th? To which came a surprised reply – Why, Christmas of course! I forgot it was time for Christmas already. What a dunce I am.

This year has been good to me. I’ve grown more as a person and have developed a much more steady head on my shoulders. I’m no longer of the opinion that everybody has to like me and that I should be the centre of all attention. I’ve realized that good friends are always there for you and that no matter what, there’s always a good day after a bad one.

This year too, a lot of my friends either got married or found that someone special or are in the process of welcoming that little bundle of joy in their lives. I’m happy for all of them and wish everyone tremendous joy and happiness they all truly deserve. I got to go back to my roots and rebond with old friends from a happy childhood, a roller coaster of a college life and basically had a blast sharing my nonstop smatter of uninterrupted thoughts. It has all been great.

I’m sorry to see this year go. You know how you get so attached to calling a year by its name – I dont think I can every bring myself to actually call it 2008. Another reason is that I dont actually want to grow older. Its strange how everyone thinks how grown up you are except you yourself. So here’s to the closing of 2007. May we all have a great next year. Also may we all wake up intact after the new year’s party this time and not suffer from that great a hang over.

Us women drivers

Just to be on the safer side – I am a good driver. Albeit a woman one. Also, I’ve just had only one major car crash, the damage being concentrated on the car only. No one was hurt and we wont count emotional car-o-phobia for a couple of weeks as a big deal, will we?

So last week, a friend asked me for a ride to work. At the last minute, she asked me if I’d be comfy driving her brand new Scorpio instead of taking my (also brand new yet much smaller) Zen. Would I! And how.

The two of us ended up turning a lot of heads during the drive. After a lot of pointing and wondrous looks from passer bys, we understood that people found it strange that two women were driving around in this huge vehicle. If I could have read people’s minds at that time, I knew the first thought would have been – women drivers!

Another friend of mine is soon going to be a proud owner of the soon to be launched Hyundai I10. Since I know his passion for driving, I usually offer him my car keys when we sometimes go out for lunch in search for exotic local cuisines. However I noticed that last time I drove back (my own car) that so-called friend of mine had his hand precariously perched atop the dashboard hoping illogically that it would perhaps break his fall when we go tumbling down the alpine slopes. Hmmff… men drivers!

I sometimes meet my colleague in his Maruti Swift at the parking lot after work. I ask him if he’d like to race; to which he laughingly replies - I dont race girls. Thats why whenever I find him driving ahead of me in the mornings, I make it a point to overtake him and reach first!

All this may not sound like a big deal if you live in the cities where every other driver is a woman. As for me, I live in a place where children point at me as I drive past them and exclaim – Look! A girl driving a car.

He-pop

Apparently one taxi driver in my locality likes hip hop music so much that he decided to have the name of the music (that he likes so much) painted on top of the windshield of the taxi.

Unfortunately either the painter never heard of the likes of such music and decided to go by the local pronunciation in his head or possibly whoever gave him the spelling thought the music had too much of machismo not to be pronounced otherwise – in the end the sign on the taxi read: HE-POP!

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