Sirop de Vanille

In the past week, the following has been brought to my attention -

1. There are way too many mosquitoes in this city, and being unable to tolerate kachhua fumes is not a good thing (All Out mosquito repellent, my friends, has betrayed my immense faith and trust in the man/frog with the giant tongue) (ooohh that doesn’t sound right now, does it?)
2. I wait with baited breath for the SMS tone. The phone ringing unless its one particular ring tone is usually too distracting. But SMSes while studying! Bring ‘em on!
3. I love interactive learning modules, where stuff happens on the screen and real people talk to me. It is unbelievably cool! More importantly, they give you these secret tips (for the GMAT CAT – not India CAT, CAT here stands for Computer Adaptive Test) and they explain stuff to you and I remember. I have an amazing memory (is that how I should put that across?) anyway, so I remember conversations, and scenes way better than stuff I read, sooooo this interactive shit is like a life saver.
   Notice how many times I have used ‘like’ and ’stuff’, I am tight-rope-walking the thin line between sanity and american-anity! Help! Save me! I am dying!!! HEEEELLLLLPPP M%&$#@
4. Sunlight falling into my room through the “barred and meshed” windows is probably the most beautiful thing I ever woke up to (except you of course, and you, and you and… Okay okay, Only You :P). It is beautiful, and I obsess and take pictures… soon I will post them too.
5. I am addicted to Tea and Cigarettes. Hopelessly addicted. My favourite break is making Masala Chai while smoking a cigarette, and drinking the chai with a cigarette and…. you get the drift. You should try it – Masala Chai – apart from brewing tea leaves and a fairly decent amount of milk, use cardamom, cloves, ginger, cinnamon (to be fair, daal chini and Cinnamon taste distinctly different, but the firangs never understand!), whole black pepper (there I gave away my secret! Use it well, my dear, use it well…) and lots of sugar! :)
6. Vacuum cleaners are amazing! I love them. My books are gorgeous and dust-free again! My Laptop too! Hmmm, it was missing it’s “K” key for a while but now all is well. (a while = the time it takes to sift through a lot of lint, and dust and ummm stuff before you find the “K” key right at the bottom of the lint bag, which had not been cleaned for say, ummmm, a year. *Shudders*)
7. I do have a dust allergy, which acts up due to various reasons, like vacuum lint bags, and blah blah blah. So, I cough and sneeze violently, with tears rolling down my face. It is not a pretty sight, almost as horrid as when I wake up in the morning (with my hair giving competition to Da Braddah!, and my T-zone giving nightmares to the entire staff of the friendly neighbourhood beauty parlour. Hmmm, my brother points and laughs, all I have to do though is point him in the right direction – towards the mirror of course. Then he cries like a bayybeee and begs me for my gorgeous Garnier oil free face wash! (Do you think I should advertise here, the amount of products I use… hmmm… think about it, I might earn enough to buy more OR I might get them for FREE!!!) (Stop. Yeah, right. Okay.)
8. Winters are here! I exhaled smoke without inhaling it. Dhuan! Remember those fake horrid tasting Phantom cigarettes and the teeth-chattering cold (can I use that here? Won’t teeth-chattering cold in effect shatter the Phantom cigarette? Hmmm… think about it and let me know) – when we were in school? It would be freezing and we would pretend-smoke the horrid-sickeningly-sweet-fake-cigarettes! It was beautiful! So the other day, rather night, I could smell the gorgeous winter! I could breathe it, and I could feel the nip in the air… The cold cold wind just provides a wake up call, but it’s going to get crazy soon… also, the floaters with socks is just not working now… despite excessive amounts of beer in my system.It was spectacular – beer and cigarettes. Smokey beer, Beer-ey smoke, etc etc. The chemistry. Oh, the chemistry (definitely not as amazing as us, dear-ey!)
9. I do have OCD. I do. I finally accept it. Or rather embrace it.
10. I miss. I hate sitting at home alone. Blah. Come here, we will drink Bacardi, or steal Black Label. Come here You!

Points 9 and 10 should be ignored, request most of you to pretend that this post ends at Point 8. As the post refuses to publish the numbers instead of the bullets, kindly note, you need to ignore the last two points. :)