The blogger walks again
Its been raining and that is the only excuse I can think of for why the b*****y internet cable modem lines in my office doent work – but today I was at home, cos husband dearest was sick and toshi is also now at home. He has become a gharelu laptop since husband doesn’t have laptop now in new office and I in typical gesture of magnanimity and love offered darling toshi for home use, I cant blog from work anymore – which is a good thing becos I realized I am getting a lot more done now.
The excitement of the engagement and fancy French wine and some really fancy French champagne has worn off – but I am not being party to the wedding shopping which I feel very deprived about considering that nothing I got for my wedding cost more than 15000 and was really looking forward at swishing into tarun and rohits studios (tahiliani and bal, dahling) – because I strongly suspect that the Os know that my bag was bought at a high-street brand ON SALE!!!! And it has ink marks from when I swing my pen all over the place when I am manic exporter at work…. Plus also my hair has not been rebonded yet, but I’m sorry that was only becos the beers looked so lonely in the wine-shop…. I did not have money left over for the hair-straightening lady.
Which is something I have been debating for very long – getting my hair straightened – but then I figure if I stop obsessing about my hair and my weight I may just have to start examining other ares of my life and I don’t want to go there yet….
The wedding is anyway not in GOA – becos Mrs. Khanna objected to Mrs. Kapoor getting a Toyota corolla pick-up from airport to hotel and she only getting a Honda city… and I think they don’t have enough mercs in all of goa to chauffer the entire O gang. Not that they are a gang, they are very refined and elegant and entirely classy big diamonds.
And the baast frend has also got to become refined and elegant and you know not do inelegant things like fall over her shoes while doing the lavani on hip-hop. Which means I have to seriously seriously find interesting safe topics of conversation during dinner with the Os. Cannot to be starting with “oh, you remember that time when the pub threw us out …” or “ remember when we were at the police station…” . To only be discussing nuclear fushion, or very knowledgeably the peacock theme of Prada’s new campaign.. which I bet the Os don’t know about (supercilious hehehehhe with eyebrows arched)
But the upside of all this label horing has been that anything that is not a “label” has been thrown out of the baast frend closet and straight into my waiting unbranded arms – so my haul has been new pair of jeans, 5 sexy tops and 2 hang-ten cargos (south east Asian brands are not really brands that an O wears) and also half-full (see, I’m an optimist) bottle of RL Blue perfume given by ex… apparently no other man’s scent to follow into new marital house and all that…. I am now hoping that PRADA goes out of style, so I can get the new lovely leather bag. (heahhehahehhea – evil laugh)
Aaaaaaaaaaah, dontcha just loooove carat juice and its health benefits??? I’d still take mine with 90ml of Bacardi plis…
most excellent weekendbeginning
J and I decided to do a girlies nite (standard going out scenario for moi but unusual for her given that she is a whole foot taller than me and surrounded by the boys)... basically i think we needed to get together and discuss the whole clothes with sequins cheaper in studio in bandra/ gamdevi/ opera house byliane bit... ooooooo, the pressure of this wedding will create the major dent in the minor bank balance which neveer gets fatter becos of all the lovely shoes that call out to me from the store window everytime i pass by. ( went earlier in evening to some design studio which had really pretty clothes and discoevered that coins, ruffles and all things halter-neckish are very in right now...and crushed silk skirts.. and also very overpriced - bloody hell, spent 15k on my own wedding lehenga noway can i spend more than that for someone else's sangeet - even if sunidhi chavan will perform. especially not for her!!! so there!!!)
So we wented off to ghetto - twice in a month already!!! this is really fun - i had not been there in ages - (used to love it when in college and have left the place at 5.30 in the morning and actually driven behind the milk vans which left from the worli milk colony, but now stupid cops think the whole city will be drowned in sea of corruption if people party beyond 1am and shut everything down - but that is rant enough for another post - moving on) - actually pretty much since I left college and the hype about the coolness of the suburbs started - which is not true, not not - except for hawaiin shack which is cheap and easy,(not to be passing judgement on me for my choices though peeps) bandra pubs are filled with women in halters hoping someone will look at them and boys in tight tee-shirts straight from the steroid room not looking at haltered women becos too busy checking out their own biceps...
So, there we were discussing sequins sipping our beers and husband called and said oh, he would also like to come!!!! hmmmm, very suspicious - when did he start to party? so he joined us and then in walked another familiar face - our dive master whose patience i had super-sorely tried by refusing to take off the mask during the 3meter dives. He's quite a cutey so we abadoned sequin-talk to go shoot some pool - except that i suck i really really suck at pool - like at most organised sport with rules and having to hit a target variety game. But it was fun - everyone being tres encouraging when I was still trying to put the black ball inside one of the holes...
which i did finally in a beautiful shot (since noone else around to refute that now in cold light of day)
aaaaaaaah, cheap beer, good company and rock music. the stuff good friday nites are made of. Looking forward to starting weekend - which is still on hold since I am sadoing at work on a saturday afternoon!!!
PS: husband complained that he felt a bit sqeuamish becos he had a coke and then a juice - dont take my advise on not mixing drinks and this is eggzackly what happens!!!
PPS: This whole bloody not eating chicken and cows and fish is strating to tell because I cant go beyond the whole 200kg leg-press barrier. My poor trainer - he no longer can strut around the gym with me - the girl who does a whole lotta leg press. (all time high was 290kg like a month ago).... So in pursuit of protein I will go - eat blech!! tofu or i dont know mushrooms? superblech!!! why the hell does tasty food also have to look so cute and make me feel guilty. bloody calf-eyed veal!!!
Told to me later...much later
At the Joshi-Oberoi engagement
Time: approx 10.30pm
VO to GJ: Of all your friends, Nish seems the most genuinely happy about the engagement.
GJ to VO: its the open bar.... that's free.... and open.... and free
might as well have turned up in frizzy hair and rolled up jeans if anyway my dirty unsecret secret was to be revealed before adoption papers are to be signed!!!
breaking news
So, six guys took some guns and greandes and maybe some RDX and stormed into the disputed Ayodhya site and before they could do any damage, they were killed by i am not sure whether it was the police/ state special commandos/ military/ border reserve group because by then i had already lost interest and gone to my latest favourite channel Discovery TRavel & Living because they had a show on where people do celebrity diets and workouts and lose weight.... and who doesnt want to lose weight the celebrity way.
so, anyway husband came home later and i told him about the storming of the disputed ayodhya site and his witty repartee was on the tunes of oh, what u mean new terrorists other than the militant hindu terrorists who stormed it 10years ago... ummm, yes becos i dont think it was disputed 10 years ago.
So, that was that - there are whispers of a bandh tomorrow but i dont think so because the BJP is not in power in maharashtra -
and last night i had a wonderful dream where my trainer called and said oh, dont come in for the workout because it is raining too hard and i was like ooooooh, one more hour of sleep and was so excited about getting to dream some more - but then the alarm rang!!! and i had to go - but I think I am getting stronger - I have sort of given up on getting thinner because I lose like 300grams and bloody have to drink because of you know all the beer pressure to drink!!!
Mid-week Random chatter
As opposed to InaneChatter which is patent-worthy....
Reason to drink: It's pouring and its so romantic when it rains and the wind goes whhooooosh and the waves go crrrrrrash
Ergo Location: Ghetto!!!
Participants: Stupendous Rash, Fabulous Nish and Krix the interpid pilot (or so he says - what is so interpid about being kricked anyway huh??huh??
Krix the interpid pilot: You know, I am just a beautiful lessbian trapped in an ugly man's body.
Fabulous Nish: It's ok dahling, we were all lesser people at some point of time - work on the superpowers!!!
Location: The lanes of Bandra where Krix the interpid pilot, Stupendous Rash and Fabulous Nish are raiding the late-nite wine-shops and driving to Carter Road to finaly enjoy the rains.
Krix the intrepid pilot (driving): Left or Right?
Fabulous Nish: Oh, straight dahling, because you know otherwise you would just be a lesbian trapped in an ugly man's body
