Au revoir!

Apparently, I'm going to Pune as well!

Yeah. She (the friend I'm gonna be staying with) called me up to wish me a happy birthday (oh yeah, it was my b'day on the 20th. it deserves a whole diff post altogether, but there's just so much happening!), and tells me she's got this whole Pune trip planned out.
So, of the 9 days I'm gonna be in India, I'm gonna be in Pune for two!

Everyone at work has been telling me about alllllll the millions of places I should go to in Bombay and Pune. Where I can get the best-vada-pao-in-the-world and everything else is all swirling around my head vying for attention. Don't remember any of them other than something that sounded like Catering College?! (I'm sure I got that wrong, the guy who told me has a weird accent.)

I still haven't packed. Although I have finished shopping. (yay!)
It's 5 past midnight. I need to pack before I sleep. And I'm sitting here and blogging!

I will hopefully not be posting from Bombay.

So bye for now.

I'm leaving on a Jet Plane...

I'm not packed yet. Haven't even started.
I leave in two days. Actually, today is almost over, so I really have just ONE day left before I leave.

Now I know what Harry Potter felt like when he refused to pack even though Prof. Dumbledore wrote and asked him to be ready to leave the Dursleys' house by midnight.

I cannot believe that I'm actually leaving. I haven't even bought the shampoo(of all the things! :o) ) my friend asked me to get her!
My ticket's for the 24th. Confirmed and everything. I called and re-checked and showed my ticket to several people at work to make sure it was ok.

I leave on Thursday...
This Thursday....

Nope.Nothing.
No OMGAWWDs or FUCCCCKIMACTUALLYGOING or anything.

I'm not feeling a thing.

Could be cos I'm worried about all the bomb threats and bad weather and everything that I figure something will stop me from going.

Or maybe it's something else ( which I won't get into).

Whatever it is... I'm just keeping my fingers crossed and wishing I had the will to pray. Hopefully it'll come to me.



PS: Last time I used that title (in my old blog)was over a year back, when I was leaving Delhi to come here, to Dxb.
So much has changed since! And yet, so little.

Unexpected

It's funny how you think you know who you're friends are.
You think you know what to expect and what not to.

And then, life takes you so completely by surprise...

Just goes to say... you're better off not expecting.
Then you won't be so disappointed.
And you'll be grateful for the unexpected.

broken.

And to think i thought things were getting better.
What a stupid optimistic fool i am!
Pretending like it didn't matter, everything's "fine".
Hah!

It really isn't anyone's fault.
No no.
me. That's where the problem lies.

Always wanting, hoping, wishing... when clearly, none of those were meant for me!
You'd think i'd have learnt my lesson by now!

But the heart. it can't be helped.
Some things were just meant to be.
Broken.

Best Invitation Ever!

When I opened my inbox at work on Sunday, I found this mail from my friend at work. He's getting married this Thursday.

Sun… (means listen in Hindi)

Mehendi on Tuesday evening..
Pitti, my place.. on Wednesday. (Somebody please tell me what Pitti is. He went on about some egg fight??!!)
Nikah on Thursday. Around 7 ish- 8.
Reception on Friday.

Be there!

I've never been to a North Indian wedding before! I'm so excited!
Err... he was kidding about the egg fight, right?!

Apparently, I must marry him

You must marry him.
Dad, I don't like him.

(I don't like anybody who tells me that my mother is right about the fact that this is the right time for me to get married cos otherwise I "will be in trouble" and that "we are Indians, moreover Keralites", and that we are "bound by our culture".

He is educated, good looking, and working as a researcher in Germany. What else do you want?
(Someone who doesn't think that I am bound by my culture perhaps? ) I don't like him daddy, I don't want to get married to him.

What are your intentions? I'm grwing old, I'm sick of people asking me why you are not getting married... you know the drill.

God help me!

If it's not one thing, it's another

This great trip of mine is riddled with issues.
The main one being that I haven't yet told my folks about it!

If they knew I was spending this much money in a week to "take a break", especially to a place where hundreds of people only recently died of bomb attacks by terrorists, they would probably lock me up and throw away the key!

I've been advised to tell that I'm going on a business trip. Which is pretty believable since I actually deal with the Indian subcontinent as far as work is concerned.

But I suck at lying to mum.
She gives me 'the Look' that all Mums seem to be so good at, the one that makes you feel like every single thought in your head is written in Bold Arial size 72 on your face! :o(
I just give up and end up telling her the truth usually.

But then I imagine telling them the truth and I can see my mum's face break into tears and my dad going all stony faced and angry... followed by them yelling that I will do "no such thing".
On how I am a Keralite and a girl and why can't I be more like other girls and get married to the nice researcher in Germany ( who is boring as hell, trust me!)

That's just the parents.

Bombay itself, is proving to be tricky.

Ah well, one problem at a time I guess.