6 packed disaster!

So yesterday I went to see "Little Zizou". Having quite a few EXTREMELY close Parsi mad friends, I could totally relate to the movie and loved every second of it 'cuz it was reflecting each and every1 of my friends' characters. The acting was brilliant, the movie was light and fun. It had a strong message to it. Do see it. Yeah I am writing about it NOW 'cuz movies release a leetle (Read: agonizingly) late here, you see.

So I am digressing from the topic. After that I went grocery shopping for the house. Came back home. Had loads of packets in my hand. One dropped. The one which had to drop was the one with SIX BLOODY EGGS. I HAVE dropped 'em before but they have never broken EVER. But yesterday, the floor did not spare EVEN one of them. Can you believe my luck? Thank god they were packed. Anyway, had nice scrambled eggs for dinner.

And so it continues.....

Yeah you must have read my post on Monday morning and probably related to or laughed at me. At least I made your day. So on Tuesday I got yelled at again. I am forgetting for what actually and after having a hearty (read: really bad) lunch, I was walking towards the office when all of a sudden I was seeing the ceiling. Ya know, when it happens when you fall and for a moment you do not realize it. So I was flat on my back and had done this skid which would have put those Chinese gymnasts to shame. A couple of chefs were around and this guy with whom I had had a fight. So that tiny little guy came running to pick up the big ol' me. Obviously, being the woman that I am I refused his help, got up, said I am fine, walked towards the elevator and buried my face in my hands. So now my left shoulder refuses, simply REFUSES to move. Guess the whole 1000000 tons of my body weight had fallen on that.

This does not end here. Today being a Wednesday I got yelled at again.

I THINK I have had better days but somehow cannot recollect when. I wonder why.

A cliched Monday morning (snore)

Well I had the BEST weekend ever! Mum dad were in town, I got to stay in the hotel (dad was not happy with the hotel FYI, I don't blame him tho) and mum n I went to Salar Jung Museum and it was too good. Just one Nizam's minister's collection. How much money did those people have in those days? OR How cheap were things? Stupid inflation and recession. Anyway on Saturday I went for my sister's graduation. She was in ISB people! (yeah I like to brag about it, so?). Anyway, come Sunday and my family (all 3 of em!!!) had to depart. Yeah i cried a few silent tears, but then packed my Mc Donalds burger and a chocolate shake and braved the world.

So Monday morning was terrible. Got up a leetle late. Sort of burnt one side of my toast, coffee was all powdery. Then was running around. My friend was holding the elevator and some guy was yelling to shut it downstairs. So I ran till the door when realized I had forgotten to wear my blazer, ran back, sprayed perfume and wore it and ran towards the elevator. A grumpy guy got in. He screamed at this woman who was on the 1st floor waiting for the elevator and asked her to use the stairs. One milk guy took one look at him on the 3rd floor and ran for the stairs. Anyway we were running towards the hotel (Monday morning meetings are terrible, I'd rather be stuck in a walk in freezer with no electricity than face the wrath). I entered the office and guess what I realize? I put one ballerina on my right foot and one peep toe in my left foot! No wonder I was feeling funny while walking. And I couldn't do anything. So I had to be that way for the first half till one of my other friends got my other shoe from the house. And after the meeting I was called to my Dir's office. I had pissed off my IT manager A LOT apparently last week when I asked him very sternly to kindly not be rude to me and to talk to me properly. So he went on to my ID saw what all facebook sites and google sites I have been on and mailed me marking a copy to my Dir of Sales, HR and Finance. So all in all it was the perfect Monday morning. What more could I ask for?

What a random day

I am alone in the office right now. Actually with a friend of mine. No, not because I am early (I never am, you see) but because everyone's gone for a meeting and at least two people have to be in the department. What if an annoying guest calls up early in the morning? Someone should be around, right? Yes, hotels make me cynical. And a sadist. Anywho, mom dad are coming tomorrow to the city 'cuz it is my sister's graduation and its her last few days in Hyderabad + they need to see the dump I live in. Yes, this city makes me cynical. And a sadist (evil laugh).

My mind is not working at all. I think I am gonna end up with a lock jaw or something if I dont stop yawning right now. Got up early today for a walk you see. (What? It is the truth)

Yeah, whatever

Havent been coming to the blog world for quite some time now. So I would like to apologize to the couple of people who MIGHT have missed my blog. I have not been keeping well for a couple of weeks now. Ya know, high fever, body aching it feels it is gonna shatter in 10000000 pieces, then the cold, sore throat and the works. Been fun actually (see the sarcasm dripping, people!)

And I have been shifting apartments. I never realized how much stuff I have. It is so messy.

Also, I have been extremely upset. My two closest people are leaving the city. My sister is graduating and leaving this city next Sunday and my closest friend from college (we have been roomies for the past 4 yrs) is getting transferred to some god forsaken place and she is leaving tomorrow morning. So basically I have been trying hard not to cry like a baby. I can see the days of me eating a tubful of chocolate icecream ALONE coming closer. It will be worse than Valentines Day. Oh god!

So I have been in this "yeah, whatever" mood for quite sometime and I have come to 2 conclusions:

1) This city does NOT suit me, so I NEED to get transferred.
2) I HAVE to get transferred.

Ooh I had a meeting with my Area Director Sales and Marketing and he said I will get transferred in July hopefully, so I am in the process of putting up a calender of 16 weeks on my cupboard and strike out one one day. How exciting is my life!???

Tap Tap Tap! = Shoes and a touch phone

I went to Bombay last week. It has been the most fruitful trip EVER from the time I have shifted out of that city. So I went shopping. I wanted "they-r-in-your-face-and-also-hurts-your-eyes-so-much-they-make-u-wanna-go-blind" coloured shoes. Ya know, the kinds which shine in the sun and are the first things you spot in the midst of a Bombay crowd? So I went from shop to shop to shop on Sunday and did not find ONE single vibrant coloured shoe which fit my feet. Yeah I have big feet which is a boon cuz no one can then borrow my shoes. Ha! But anyway, I went to this one shop wherein to console myself I bought my first ever pair of flats with my own money, babay! (Note: I am not a big flats person). But they r too cool, but as I have to embarrass myself EVERYWHERE, while paying I managed to drop whatever was kept on the counter and when I turned to leave after hurried apologies and "no problems ma'am" and the payment, before I took any step I tripped on the carpet in full view of the already present customers and the ones coming in. So while my friends were busy laughing, I had already made myself scarce from there. I surprisingly managed to remain +ve even after not finding shoes of my liking and ended up with a pair of orange shoes and red shoes.

I needed a business phone or at least a phone through which I could send business cards and stuff. 'cuz the one I had was a 2nd hand one from my YOUNGER brother (isn't it supposed to be the other way round?) which was probably a decade old and this is being said without any exaggeration and/ or hint of sarcasm. To make a call by pressing the green button twice took me 10 mins. So I whined and complained about it as much as I could and ended up with an HTC or probably it was a way of asking me to kindly keep my trap shut. So its this PDA thingy and its with this stylus thingy which means I have to touch the screen and all to make calls and send msgs and information. Its so BLOODY cool!

Yeah so I have been tapping away. (That is with the shoes and the phone. Hence, the title.)

"Don't drink and come near me"

I should probably hang a billboard with this message and go to each and every party where I know guys are bound to get drunk. Let me explain and tell you how the cycle works and you will have to trust me as I manage to attract drunk losers in herds like there's no tomorrow.

Ok you go to a party wherein the crowd:
Scenario 1: sucks
Scenario 2: is good

If its scenario 1, then no need to worry every1 will get attracted to you be it a guy or a gurl.

If its scenario 2, which, FYI, invariably happens to me, the party will be something like this. There will be these extra hot girls (god knows from where they come) and these 'nothing' guys. No need to mention about the good guys as they will already be making out with someone hot. So when you enter the party, they will look at you and start rating you in their heads. Guys and girls alike. Guys will not know what rating to give, and the girls on the other hand will have a smug look looking at an inferior species. These guys will try their luck, will give their best effort with these hot women; And as everyone knows, women like to play a leetle hard to get. The hot ones will be playing harder to get, these guys will be buying them drinks or whatever it is they do to turn up their charm (I dont know 'cuz I have never experienced). Guys keep on drinking, women keep on ignoring, people like me keep on looking wistfully. So these women go home with some other guys, these guys come over to people like me 'cuz they are so drunk they think people like me are fucking HOT and why did they NOT notice us before! But people like me who are so depressed, do not drink that much to see what those guys are seeing and then try to push them away and wonder what will happen to their lives.

So there are 3 morals to the story:

• Look Good
• Drink like a fish
• Kill all the good looking women