Miss me, Delhi!

I have shifted to Gurgaon, I’m missing Delhi a lot and I’m sure Delhi is missing me as much. No matter how much I crib about Delhi- the heat, the crowd, the distances, the people, being a single women in a metro, blah blah – I am connected to the place deeply. I am at my easiest best here, no fuss and frill. Yes, I am aware that Gurgaon is like a part of Delhi, but hell, its not Delhi! Where are the GK M Blocks, Sarojinis and CPs? Ohh…I am already missing Delhi too much. And to make things worse, I had to go through the trauma of packing and shifting all on my poor own. This was the demon that scared the shit out of me for the full last week, and I was in deep blues. Now I’m orange. Whatever! Lolzzz So I packed my stuff – a major part of which turned out to be clothes. I wonder where all these clothes were hiding all this time. I always seem to be running short clothes to wear. And I swear I don’t have enough clothes for work or otherwise, and all my morning bad moods are justified on my part. (Yes, mom…it’s true). Then there were loads of books, but no cribbing here – I’d rather be without clothes than be without my books. (Not literally, of course). And then came the interesting part. I came across a few things that I’d lost, or I’d forgotten having them ever. I was giggling over a stupid few, nostalgic over some and was thrown back the ever-cluttered memory lane by a few. And here I am, no- you can’t escape, to give a brief account of all these things.

• An old football shaped key ring, gifted by a big time crush of mine. I never used it. Ah, emotional me!
• A collage time photograph that I’d meant to throw off, that has me and a batch mate, male, where I am saying something to someone out of the frame (yes, I am always saying this or that, even when I am being clicked. That’s my charisma. What? Idiot? Huh! ). And with my prominent pout (I guess I was saying “poor you”, it’s close to what my lips look like in the pic), it looks like I am about to kiss the guy in the frame. Phew!
• An Archies, Ansal Plaza buyers slip from MBA time, for a caterpillar soft toy, I’d completely forgotten about. Where is my Goshi (It had a name, excuse me!), I want it bacccccccckkkkkkkkk!!!
• A delivery slip from Ferns N Petals for the flowers Dad sent me on the first birthday I celebrated in Delhi, sad and gloomy, without my family. Okay, not THAT sad and gloomy. Back home, I always made an issue over celebrating my birthday outside, with my friends. But once in Delhi, all on my own, I really missed all that. And Dad taking the pain to search someone who could arrange the flower delivery from Kota to Delhi, online, is an exhilarating thought. I love you Dad. (He doesn’t read this blog, that was the first and last time he had anything to do with internet. What pity Dad, you don’t know what you are missing – this blog. I still love you.)
• A cute crayon drawing done by my little sister when she was, let me see, 6 or 7 years old. It has a shy, very shy baby Tarzan standing in a forest, and behind him, on a tree (with purple leaves, don’t know what struck my sis?) there is a smiling snake. See? Could even Picasso paint a smiling snake? I still find it cute and I’ll get it framed soon.
• A Cadbury’s Dairy Milk wrapper, the back of which has a quote written in my sexy handwriting – “How would you like to jump on the stars, Carry moon-beams home in a jar…” Don’t ask me the connection, I’ve blissfully forgotten. Actually, I haven’t. But I won’t give out my secrets here. Jeez!!
• A worn out note, torn clumsily from a notebook, which I found on my desk on Physics tuition one day. No, it wasn’t a love note for me. I use to scare away guys from me and from my poor friends. (ha ha). The note said – “Please don’t call guys by names that you and your group have kept in secret. They are no secret any more.” Wow, that was a nice, a change from feeling bad about shifting. With a Tata sumo stuffed with bags full of clothes and books, I started for my new destination. That reminds me, I won’t have internet connection for some time, and so have patience. :P :P

Why are all the "Good Ones" taken?

.....Confusion Alert!......

There is guaranteed confusion in the post below. Chances are, all will fail to make sense out of it, including I, me and Myself. Don't blame me. **I play safe!!**

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Now this is just what I don't like about you readers, jumping to conclusions so early. see? Just an innocent title is enough to have your brains working overtime. NO, I'm not talking about MEN here. At least, not ONLY about men. :P Okay, so I was lamenting on how all the good ones are already taken, how ALL that's tempting in life is sold, and how cruel it is to poor me. Sob Sob. This confused and irritated look on your face, uff, I know you don't understand. And chances are, that you'll never understand. Why, you might even be in my list of "Good Ones" - think now, are you taken? hmmph! I know, I know. :D I know it made little sense. I'm in a trance, and I'm not even reading what my key-board is typing in here. *blame it on da key-board!* So before I choke you, wring you and bore you, let me give you a brief account of all that's "good" and "taken". Most of the times when I go out shopping, I end up being broke and still there are less times when I am really-really happy with what I've got. And then, just at this very moment of sulking on how-very-stoooopidly-I-spent, I'll see a girl dressed in exactly what I wanted but didn't get. The reason? No silly, not because I am disillusioned or confused, but because she took it even before i could see it! It was already taken! Then there are times when I like a pair of shoes, taken by someone else. A pair of sexy ear-rings at Lajpat Nagar, taken quickly by someone else while I was busy imagining them going so well with my red top. A cute sorry-madam-only-one-piece-left shrug at Incense, Sarojini, taken by someone else before I could decide. And many raise to power infinite plus 25 other examples. And this has been like my on-going-misery since school days, when we used to dutch, and everyone was supposed to order a different dish and then all were supposed to share, but obviously the one who ordered a particular dish got to eat it more, and back then also the dish I wanted was invariably ordered or taken by someone else. Not to forget, the guys I think are cute and nice, have all-fuckin-ways been taken!! These "rare" good guys who are worth hitting on, are spotted by someone else light years before me . All these guys are real good guys, not fun loving guys; or maybe fun loving guys turned to good guys by, again, someone else. Hell! So where does it leave me? Yes, you got it right, it leaves me confused. So, in short - everything that interests me or might have interested me, has been taken, sold, claimed and out of reach. Poor me! I know that all that's "taken" before, is depreciating too, yes. But that doesn't stop the pain. Ouchhhhhhh!!!! PS: Just because I seemed to have found the purrrfect date to publish this post, doesn't mean I'm cribbing about something or someone in particular. And hey you, its really not about you! Hello, you all know I am not that focused!

This one is for you!

Yes, this one's really for you, dear reader. Ahan. Look, I have this considerate part of me, hidden deep inside my being, and this part completely takes over me sometimes, like this one time, and I am all set to write a full post on something other than me. On people. Ummm....actually, for people, guiding their way to my good books. *feels good* Now I know that Google finally recognises me and that I get a cute amount of readers from the web - a regular one from "Deception Bay" (ooooh, I lorve the name!!), have any idea how faaaaaar it is from Delhi? *self-indulgent-smile* Feels great. Hell, I lost focus again - But its happened after long, right? After, let me see, 3 full posts. Hmmmm.....I call it improvement. Whatever. Okay, so this post is dedicated to the cause of educating my readers about the guidelines to follow while dealing with me. Dos and Donts. All well explained. What? You're not interested? Hello,this is still a monologue love, remember my I-get-to-do-all-the-speaking-here rant? Exactly. Here you go. Donts : -

• Don't talk too much. Its me who does the talking.
• Don't approach me if I am not responding to you and your smiles, inspite of having met before. I might be ignoring you. You think I might have forgotten you? Darling, you think I have that bad a memory? I am plainly ignoring you. Think, did you bore me last time? Or read this and You'll know exactly where you faltered.
• Don't argue with me over what I said last time and how I might contradict it this time. Remember that I am somebody with major mood swings. You're treading on egg shells, when you're dealing with me. Be vehhry careful.
• Don't comment on my taste of music, makeup and-read clearly-books. Even I think your taste is crap, but did I eva' tell you? See?
• Don't lecture. I'm post school now, and I didn't even let them lecture me, for heaven's sake! I know myself. I flaunt my strengths. I've hidden my weaknesses under the bed. I know where my finances are going, thanks to Crazy Marketer. I know I used to be a lil' indecisive, and now....ummmm...I don't know. I know I sound confused, but I'm not-I'm actually escaping a boring discussion. On the whole, I don't need your lectures. The only people who can lecture me are here and here and here and at my home in Kota.
• Don't interrupt my performance. Performance? You didn't know? See, most of the time in life, I am performing. And I'm the main lead. I hateeeeee being interrupted.
• Don't complain if I blame you for a lot of things happening around. Please don't start building your defences; I didn't say its your fault, I just said I'd blame you. chill.
• If you are a pervert, I'll know. So phlueese avoid the I'm-so-very-interested-in-what-you-are-saying bullshit. I know exactly where your interest has been. Yes, I never miss those drifting glances; so don't pretend, just FO.
• Most important - Don't ever tell me I'm self obsessed. Hell, how can someone be self obsessed with a full time job, with living alone in Delhi, with so many bills to pay, with every day cooking, with so many issues to handle?

Dos: -

• Say "HI!" to me before I spot you in the crowd. It will make me feel good.
• If the meeting is planned, you can safely bring some chocolates along, and behave as badly as you want to. Chocolates fix everything.
• Let me mention it again, Bring me Chocolates.
• Invite me for a pasta treat. I'll think high of your tastes.
• I always have a sackful of stories to tell. funny ones. Yes, strangely, everything around me has to be funny-dont know why! Anyway, so when i start telling one of my funny stories, please be genuninely interested and for f#*k's sake, laugh a lot. I will flatter me.
• When you're with me, behave like me. In other words, behave badly. Laugh a lot. Laugh on everyone around. Laugh for no reasons. And laugh more when people wonder what's making you laugh. Morons.
• Make fun how Kareena kapoor cant dance, Saaaarukk cant act and some stoooopid kids think kkrish is real. hahaha.
• There were a few virtues I once had. There are fewer now. So appreciate, and respect whatever is left. I'll love that.
• If you have to give me a present, go for books. I'll remember you for the rest of my life. (Thank you Don, You know I love ya, right?)
• Allow me to say whatever I want. Not that there's any way to stop me,but at least you'll feel good about your approval. So go ahead, let me speak.
• If you are a girl, you can hug me and tell me that I have lost weight and I am looking my sexy best now. I will surely reciprocate the compliment, sweeti.
• Lastly, be good to me. Atleast I'm honest!

Adi Crazy