Of Cold, Christmas, Chaos and Caution.....

I am high on Benadryl and I have so many things on my mind, that I obviously dont want to write HERE, thanks to my unintellignet ways to promote my blog. This cold has half killed me and my nose is red like Santa's reindeer- what was his name??? Rudolph?? - and the boy from house keeping has placed an entire packet of soft tissues on my desk. (Thankyouu!!!)My eyes are red too. I’ve been having loads of ice creams and cold drinks. Check out the Cafe Mocha Wafel cone ice cream from McD, it's amazing. And we had an office booze party at Ruby Tuesday, Saket few days back that I didnt miss, even at my nose's cost. Oh, what a nice evening....

Strangely for me, for my general life pattern, the days have been really exciting...except for the cold. Yes. Dinners, dance, dresses and developments. And Fardeen Khan. Yes, he was in Capitol – The Ashoka - this weekend and I thought, as I ogled at him, is it possible for me – ME – to know an insanely good looking guy like this one? Why, he looked so familiar. And then the DJ shrieked- “We have Fardeen in the house tonight ladies, in case you’re wondering what’s making u feel so hot!”. Hmph. So i did know him afterall. Not very fond of him actually, but he radiated the “celebrity” aura so effortlessly that I had to rethink...one look at him and you knew he was someone. SOMEONE- more than just any someone.

And hello! I have changed. Yeah. I have somehow managed to get out of my faded denims and slogan Tees and open boring hair and kohl and soft cologne to, yes, sexy sticky denims and the “innest” tops and darker kohl and hoops and Chanel perfume and carefully unmanaged hair and – beat this – RED nail paint. The new me. Minus the confused look. Feels good. And I have managed to shed that silly “particular-ness” about my taste in music off my collar bones and my shoulders. (I’m loving my collar bone these days, it’s a pity it is winters, cant even show ‘em off ) – and I danced like crazy on corny hindi songs in Capitol like “Jhoom barabar Jhoom” and “Ay chori, zara nach ke dikha”. Well, if they can play it, why cant I dance? It was fun. Then there was this guy standing on the bar trying to be cool and part-of-the-crowd and offered me a summers in Zoom TV. Summers? ME?? Hell!! I fled. Delhi is loaded with Hippocrates. Fake people. Dumb people. Show-offish people. Gives me creeps sometimes.

Anyway, I am generally having fun in life these days. I slept the whole day yesterday – for Christmas. Santa didn’t turn up so I treated myself with late night nuts and soup and chocolates. As a kid I used to love Christmas – I anyway love everything associated to the colorRed , you see. I loved the carols as well. Okay lets see if I can sing one now...and i mentioned somewhere about the cough syrup high dose – so don’t expect I’ll make much sense. Here we go...

Adi the red nosed lady
Got a lil’ bit high on a dose
She had a cold that she hated
And was tired of blowing her nose
She drank directly from the bottle
She drank it all the time
It never let poor Adi
Do anything worth the while
Then the bottle was empty and Santa came to say
Adi with your nose so bright
Wont you drink another bottle my child
And so she opened a new one
Hoping that cold goes away
Adi got high and tipsy and bitchy
And this day will go down in her history

Whhooaaa!! Sing this, man this IS cool. I should pat myself on the back, only if I didn’t have a wet tissue to handle.

Happening life. Yes, that’s what I was talking about. A few weekends back also, I met a couple of drunk girls in Odyssey and made friends with them. One was crying in the washroom over a missing boyfriend and the other was showing off her pale white thin slashed-and-stitched wrist and trying to make the other one feel better. Boyfriends! They are insane. They go away and the poor girls get confused, get hurt, get drunk and get loads of other guys to fill in the emptiness but still miss “the one”. Sad. This was a Saturday and I wiped both of their tears, completely at loss of words – trying to make up some interesting and equally sad story to make both of them feel at ease – and suddenly I heard myself shout “Who need guys! Girls rock!” and both of them stared at me and shouted back “Yeah....screw guys! Girls rock!” Awww....I actually said that. We exchanged numbers and met on Sunday for a late lunch at the Metropolitan Mall. In spite of a few cheap fun things like following a firang into shops around the mall and all three walking bare foot because I broke my heels (Yes, I wore high heels, it is chic I know it.) and shouting “Girls Rock!!!!” after every third sentence of the conversation - it was stupid. Actually it was fun, until the boyfriend missing girl decided to lock herself up in the Men’s room – Ruby Tuesday City Center Mall – with a random guy sitting on nearby table with – beat this – his girlfriend. Granted that he was cute and all but hello? How can you do anything like this? Thankfully, when this happened, I was out on phone with Mom. Girls suck, I decided. Well, some of them do. No more of the girls for me now.

This is only a tiny weenie account of my happening days. (Hello, you jealous people!)Christmas was a lazy day and I barely managed to drag myself out of the bed at 1:20pm in the morning – morning is when you wake up, right? – and brushed my teeth and ate 5 chocolate bars and because I was tired of sleeping so much, I slept again. The only text message “I told Santa to give the most beautiful gift this Christmas, please cooperate if he wraps you up” kept pouring from everyone and lamenting on the lack of creativity in people these days, I guiltlessly forwarded it to my complete phone book.

Ummm....cant think what else to write. Benadryl, I told you. So a belated Merry Christmas to everyone and wishing an in-fucking-credible year ahead people. Have fun. And please overlook the things that I am not supposed to/expected to/allowed to write here, if I did write them. One moment, ALLOWED TO? I am allowed to write ANYTHING here. Remember the “my blog, my space, my monologue” rant? Yes? *cute smile*