A structured outburst?
For I am incapable. For I cannot do anything about anything. Nothing.
Why is this day soooooooo slooowwwwwwwwwww. WHY? It is excruciatingly slow. It is crawling like a baby snail and pissing me off. It refuses to get over. It’s like the insanely large cup of Chai Latte that gets cold halfway through and you can NEVER ever enjoy the entire drink or finish it for that matter.
I have a headache. A very bad headache. I have turned into an evil evil person. I snap. SNAP. SNAP. I crib. And I whine. I want to disappear. I want to sleep. And wake up when it’s all over. I also want to stop procrastinating. I am sick of it. Hah! HAVE. TO. DO. SOMETHING. ABOUT. THIS. SITUATION. The head is going to split. The neck needs major dose of Moov or Iodex. ARGH.
Also, people should stop dying. You know. Maybe we can stop reproducing for a while. Just stop. Just stay. Please. Also, the news channels are so ridiculous, I wanted to break my TV set. Why? What the fuck? What the fuck is your problem? I had to watch Friends to feel normal again. Escapism. I have mastered it. It’s the only way. For everything matters way too much. It isn’t normal. No. You are not supposed to be this way. I am not supposed to feel this way. Things aren’t going as I planned. People aren’t just expendable. Mobs aren’t the answer. Anything and everything is not a way to get more votes. Education committees my ass. Planning. Holistic development?!?!?! Oh fuck off. Please.
No points for guessing…!
When your office is in Gurgaon and you depend on the office cab for transportation, impromptu plans, you know the spontaneous ones, which are way more fun than normal 2 weeks notice type parties, can be quite a bitch. Wow, what a sentence. Well, yesterday was longer.
I rushed and rushed. Begged and pleaded with the Manager (actually, he’s the kind who doesn’t care as long as you are doing the work… so… no problemo there) over an STD call (he works in Bangalore, I work here, yes, I have no boss, in Delhi). I rushed. I found a ride to the CP office (yeah yeah, we have an office there)… sent out the stuff I needed to (you know, deliverables), and Mr K and I went to the car park. Of course Mr K changed into his new t-shirt and jeans, while I ordered a quick bite at Barista. So, we finally left and we reached well in time (we had to get there by 6 30). We reached and we drove around aimlessly ’cause we couldn’t find parking anywhere! We then found parking in the (ridiculously so) biggest parking in Delhi, the Ram leela ground parking, and we crawled into it. C-R-A-W-L-L-L-E-E-D-D-D…! We then walked from the parking towards our destination. It was pouring. I was wearing a salwar kameez, and chappals and carrying a formal leather bag (rain+leather = not good!). Mr K had been kind enough to carry my laptop along with his. And the force of nature that he is, I was floating in the lovely keechad (mud/slush/yuck) and not bumping into people (I HATE bumping into people, I am a klutz, but I HATE crowds and not having enough space – physical as well), which is good. But my chappals, fuck the chappals, my feet. They are still hurting and despite scrubbing and dettol-ing and Intensive-moisture-foot-cream-ing, they still feel rough. Anyhooooo. I floated to our destination, looking like a tabby that got caught in a drain.
We entered, after safely depositing our laptops with a friend’s driver. Our friend also abandoned us on account of the rain. She couldn’t take it, our laptops won’t have been able to take it, so they were whisked away in a “green Toyota”. We then entered and saw the gorgeous green, and the spectacular lights and the boys in red & black and black & gold. We saw Gauti waving shy-ly and Dada in a sleeveless (please don’t ever do that again! Please!) and McGrath and the girls going crazy when Ishant Sharma was spotted (I’m sorry, I don’t get it, I don’t understand the sex appeal of an adam’s apple as per HT city!). We also noticed that Mr Dhawan is quite like-able from afar, in a sleeveless (yummy). We also prayed and hoped and wished. We did. Suspended. Suspended. Suspended.
Rain. Covers. Covers come off. It Pours! Cover ‘em up again. Aussies playing footy for fun. Umpires. Rain. Pitter Patter is an understatement. Its May! ARGH. An insect in my kurta. A bug/lots of bugs on him. Chips. People. Cheering for nothing. Waving. Me staring. Drenched. Covers come off. Nooooooo, more rain. Suspended. Bad weather. At 10 something. They announced it. Match Abandoned due to bad weather conditions. I laughed. A little hysterically. Thank god I had smuggled some smokes into the stadium (I am a genius! Only if there would have been proper checking, on account of the rain, they had abandoned every fucking thing). Abandoned. So, Mr K who was adamant that the match will happen (he was quite crestfallen, very sad, I felt especially sad for the gorgeous black & red t shirt!), now wanted to check out the bus (which says, ‘Delhi Daredevils on board’).
We finally left Ferozeshah Kotla when the security threatened to throw us out. Goodnight.
Nice Matters!
Thank you so much, Chandni! :)
And, I would like to pass it on to… everyone on my blogroll :) They are all nice ;) Honestly, and people have started staring at my screen, so… I’m off for a slightly late lunch, as I had to wait for ’em busy client facing colleagues! But yay! Empty cafeteria :D
So, we talked…
Some conversations should never happen, or should they? A few days ago, on a typical Delhi summer night…
Mr T: Sirop, come sit with me. We will talk…
Me: Ummm… its 12… I should sleep, work tomorrow!
Mr T: No, no… sit… tell me how’s work and your friends…
Me: Work… the usual…
Mr T: So, you enjoy it? ‘Cause you’re too young to do something you don’t like at all.
Me: It’s okay… Some days are awesome… Some are just horrid. The usual, as I said.
Mr T: Well, is it what you always wanted to do? Is it what you were passionate about?
Me: Ummmm…. Hmmmm… Blah
Mr T: Haha! Get yourself a drink if you want…
Me: No, no I’m fine.
Mr T: Okay, well… just be true to yourself. Enjoy what you do. You have till 30 to experiment with your career. Post that you’ll just not have the energy or the resources to take risks. You’ll probably get married… have kids…
Me: *Where is my drink!*
Mr T: Your cousin, who’s your age, just got engaged… you know?
Me: Uhuh… *DRINK*
Mr T: And the girl has shifted to Bangalore… Your mother tells me she’s moved in with her boyfriend. What you kids call “Living in”…
Me: Yes, she has… she told her parents… they are fine with it… *Looking towards the heavens helplessly…*
Mr T: So, you would also consider a live in relationship? *spitting the question out, spitting!*
Me: Maybe… *Fuck fuck fuck ARGH*
Mr T: Hmmm…
Me: Well, if I find the right person and want to take the next step… If I’m financially independent… If… *losing the plot completely*
Mr T: Yes, financial independence is independent. So, is commitment. But why don’t you kids want to get married straightaway. Why live in? Just to avoid a divorce?
Me: No! People don’t get into it just to avoid a messy divorce!
Mr T: Then?
Me: Well… *let’s just start rambling!* you know Dad, marriages aren’t really succeeding with the way the world has changed. You had a love marriage so you don’t expect the same from me? Do you?
Mr T: *takes a big gulp of the Scotch* No… I gave up long time back… I don’t think we have brought you up that way…
Me: Yeah, so, people my age (I’m on a roll here!) look around, see unhappy marriages or divorces… they see life long romances falling apart… it makes it difficult for us to be absolutely sure… And living in is something you want to do… you want to live with that person… say, little girl’s elder sister got married to the guy she was living with for 2 years last year! Remember, I went for that wedding…
Mr T: Hmmm… See you are my daughter, but I would like to ask you something, so, couples in live in relationships… must be indulging in sexual relations… right?
Me: *HELP!* Maybe, I didn’t ask them. *What the eff?!*
Mr T: Don’t worry, its not a trick question.
Me: *Faints, gets up, tries to keep a poker face, fails miserably, as he looks at his drink with a lot of concentration* Hmmm… ok *squeaks*
Mr T: They must be. It is but natural.
Me: Yes…
Mr T: So, you test your sexual compatibility also before marriage, not just your ability to live with each other…
Me: Both are important… at least that’s what everyone says… *good save? Nah*
Mr T: Hmmm…
Me: Hmmm…
Mr T: But why can’t you just get married?
Me: Dad!
Mr T: Okay, okay… but be absolutely sure and financially secure?
Me: Of course, I know all that… and I’m not thinking of moving out or moving in with anyone right now…
Mr T: (Finished his second drink!) Hmmm… you aren’t as vulnerable and romantic as I thought you were…
Me: Really? Is that a compliment?
Mr T: Yes. But… well… at least you are spoilt… you’ll have to live with us for quite some time…
Me: *Little girl laughter* Awww… you’re awesome Dad! *Kiss on Dad’s forehead and a big goodnight hug…
Mr T: Goodnight (A little gruff-ly) (But he smiled!)
