Saturday, March 26, 2005
restlessness...
mind on overdrive. too much caffeine. long weekend. hot summer day. hour on the treadmill. 100 channels of shit on the tv. hair won't listen. clothes won't fit. walk out in a huff. nirvana at crossword. three new books. one chilled brrrrista. glance in the mirror. back to prettyness.
Friday, March 25, 2005
bonfire on the roadside
as i was driving around town this evening, i saw fire. like *fire* fire? no. filmi fire? nope. ooooooooooooh, it must be that holi bonfire thingie then. it was. some people were carrying out an elaborate ritual by the roadside. was the first time i actually watched one live... here's pics for you good god-fearing folks :D
not too clear, but hey, the best i could do in the crowd...
holi bonfire
feeding the fire
here's one more pic
not too clear, but hey, the best i could do in the crowd...
holi bonfire
feeding the fire
here's one more pic
out of the blue yaar
strange how people remember you out of the blue. and when they all seem to think of you at the same time, it's scary. like there's a me-fever out there or something. *shudder*
Friday, March 18, 2005
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
how difficult can that be?
so as i walked towards my car this evening, someone asked me to throw a tennis ball back onto the court. figured the losers could use some help. gallantly picked up the ball, handed my bag to a friend, took a few steps back, swung my arm... and sent the ball flying diagonally behind me. hmph. tried again. this time, i sent it diagonally in front of me. and drew wild cheers for the entertainment. awful awful performance.
Saturday, March 05, 2005
dude, where's my car!
duuuuuude, where *is* my car?!!!
begin flashback
saturday, 5-Mar-05
3:00 pm: call sheetal. busy. repeat.
3:10 pm: call sheetal. busy. change strategy. call sheetal's cell. this number does not exist. strange.
3:15 pm: call sheetal's cell. from *my* cell. riiiiiiiiiiiiing. woohoo! sheetal? ummmm. (holy crap!) shweta?!!! got the wrong un.
3:20 pm: call *sheetal*'s cell. riiiiiiiiiiing. riiiiiiiiiiing. riiiiiiiiiiing. riiiiiiiiiiing. busy. (what the hell?!!!)
3:30 pm: one last try. sheetal? (aha! she can't ignore me forever!) movie? which one? aviator. umm... ahh... well, ok. in 15 min? sure. btw, it's sold out. but we'll try anyway.
4:00 pm: the *only* multiplex in town is bursting at its seams. (holy crap.) no line at the ticket counter. ignore facts. go to the counter. excuse me? do u have tickets to the aviator? for the next show? no madam. (isn't it obvious, dumbass?) one final desperate move. do u have tickets to *anything*? NO. (now get out of my face.)
5:00 pm: finished window shopping. on the way back. extremely unhappy. all that hard work. no fruit.
5:15 pm: see favorite coffee shop on the other side of the road. don't want to make one big circle to get there. look for a spot to park so we can just cross over to the other side. see a big fat 'no parking' sign. in no mood to give up coffee for lack of a stupid parking spot. park anyway. risk life to cross road. get to the other side. get coffee. click pictures of sheetal's new hairdo. get as many angles as possible so friends far away can get a complete picture of new look. satisfaction. finally.
finish coffee. no car in sight.
5:45 pm: dude, where's my car?!
end flashback
sheetal seems to know. but she wishes not to tell. an autowallah is more forthcoming. 'aapki gaadi dhoondhre? traffic wale leke gaye'. (smug bastard.) tells us where to find it. refuses to take us there though. (smug bastard.)
so we go off on a car finding mission. some friendly police wallahs use their walkie talkie to confirm that it was indeed the traffic police that got my car. (and not *horror*, thieves.) point us to another cop. who's busy directing traffic at a very busy intersection. we risk our lives again. enter the intersection on foot. *shudder*. sheetal goes, 'bhai saab, traffic police hamari gaadi leke gaye. kahan pe milegi?' he points us to the car!!!!!!!!!!!!! there it was, gleaming in the sun. the poor baby was towed two miles from where i parked it. but it seemed ok. we rushed to its side. completely ignored traffic this time. very dramatic.
think that's enuf words for now. here's what happened next.
friendly cop leaves busy intersection to take shackles off poor car. obviously very exciting stuff for some people (other than me).
edit: i took off the other pics 'coz i'm super paranoid yaar. and now i don't feel like completing the story. so this is how it will be.
begin flashback
saturday, 5-Mar-05
3:00 pm: call sheetal. busy. repeat.
3:10 pm: call sheetal. busy. change strategy. call sheetal's cell. this number does not exist. strange.
3:15 pm: call sheetal's cell. from *my* cell. riiiiiiiiiiiiing. woohoo! sheetal? ummmm. (holy crap!) shweta?!!! got the wrong un.
3:20 pm: call *sheetal*'s cell. riiiiiiiiiiing. riiiiiiiiiiing. riiiiiiiiiiing. riiiiiiiiiiing. busy. (what the hell?!!!)
3:30 pm: one last try. sheetal? (aha! she can't ignore me forever!) movie? which one? aviator. umm... ahh... well, ok. in 15 min? sure. btw, it's sold out. but we'll try anyway.
4:00 pm: the *only* multiplex in town is bursting at its seams. (holy crap.) no line at the ticket counter. ignore facts. go to the counter. excuse me? do u have tickets to the aviator? for the next show? no madam. (isn't it obvious, dumbass?) one final desperate move. do u have tickets to *anything*? NO. (now get out of my face.)
5:00 pm: finished window shopping. on the way back. extremely unhappy. all that hard work. no fruit.
5:15 pm: see favorite coffee shop on the other side of the road. don't want to make one big circle to get there. look for a spot to park so we can just cross over to the other side. see a big fat 'no parking' sign. in no mood to give up coffee for lack of a stupid parking spot. park anyway. risk life to cross road. get to the other side. get coffee. click pictures of sheetal's new hairdo. get as many angles as possible so friends far away can get a complete picture of new look. satisfaction. finally.
finish coffee. no car in sight.
5:45 pm: dude, where's my car?!
end flashback
sheetal seems to know. but she wishes not to tell. an autowallah is more forthcoming. 'aapki gaadi dhoondhre? traffic wale leke gaye'. (smug bastard.) tells us where to find it. refuses to take us there though. (smug bastard.)
so we go off on a car finding mission. some friendly police wallahs use their walkie talkie to confirm that it was indeed the traffic police that got my car. (and not *horror*, thieves.) point us to another cop. who's busy directing traffic at a very busy intersection. we risk our lives again. enter the intersection on foot. *shudder*. sheetal goes, 'bhai saab, traffic police hamari gaadi leke gaye. kahan pe milegi?' he points us to the car!!!!!!!!!!!!! there it was, gleaming in the sun. the poor baby was towed two miles from where i parked it. but it seemed ok. we rushed to its side. completely ignored traffic this time. very dramatic.
think that's enuf words for now. here's what happened next.
friendly cop leaves busy intersection to take shackles off poor car. obviously very exciting stuff for some people (other than me).
edit: i took off the other pics 'coz i'm super paranoid yaar. and now i don't feel like completing the story. so this is how it will be.
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