Oh no ! Soul tagged me !

Man ! This is the frst time I've been tagged ! That too by the great one herself - 'Soul'. In her words, this putting heavy heavy burdening on me shoulder, I very very tensionous ! Hehe, okay ! I shall do that in due course but a little bit of chit-chat before that. The weekend was fun - I had monday off in honour of a man who thought he discovered a route to my motherland but ended up somewhere else, to be precise, ended up here. Well, that does not concern me but the fact I had a day off makes me bless his departed soul ! I took my mommy to this state park in Indiana - it was amazing, peak fall colours, a lovely lake and brilliant weather. Oh ! I finally visited the Shedd Aquarium - after inhabiting Chicago for so long - can you believe it !

Okay. Enough of the niceties. Let's get down to the point.

Firstly, my hair. I've always had the freakingest hairdo in my class - at least while I was in high school. Now, its a lot more civilised but it absolutely refuses to stay put the way I like. Its like its got a mind of its own that motions it to frolic around - not elegantly similar to the gamboling of deer, but like the very awkward teeter of a teenager who's had his first couple of shots.

Secondly, what I enjoy at times (when I'm very peevish and Satanic, otherwise I'm very sweet - ask Soul) is embarassing people. They might be very good friends or people I do not know too well, but these considerations do not stop me from taking their asses. In an instant, I can transmorgify into this primeval beast and inflict the sharpest of verbal missiles on anybody. Yes, I mean anybody. Thanks to my friend V for pointing this out - I am trying to change.

Thirdly, I have no interest in studies/work but only think of food and cricket. Funny for a person who has completed his Masters and has started working.

The fourth 'weird' thing about me is that I can insist to talk in Hindi with my countrywomen ( not countrymen - see. I am not a MVP.) though I suck at it. Absolutely. And then make excuses that I get only the gender forms of the verb wrong. What else is there in Hindi !!?!? But, that provides good entertainment to people who have not known me for a long time. For the people who have, its another of the reasons for their liking/hating me. (I did not want to write hating. So, I put in the liking part too.)

Contrary, to popular opinion about guys, I like shopping. Or, rather accompaning women on their shopping trips. And, no I'm not gay ! Niet ! Niet !

Number six. When I meet somebody for the first time, I think he/she is good. But, thats wrong sometimes, well, most of the time actually. But, the bull in me refuses to change !

The seventh one is the most deadly. I can write shit. A lot of shit. See, you know - you have been through my writings. Haha ! Lol !

I'll keep it at seven. Like the seven deadly sins. See - another line of pointless shit !

Ohh ! I almost forgot. I gladly tag Brotix !

And thus...

The world would come to an end. With him. Though a bit obtuse, it was the truth. No amount of haggling could change the course of events that were to follow.



For the umpteenth time, she tried to bargain with the shopkeeper to sell the three thousand rupees worth saree for two thousand; she had to be careful - these days you could not quite trust anybody. Finally, the wiry-framed middle-aged seller caved in. The deal had been struck for two thousand two hundred and seventy-five only.



He remembered his childhood. The school, the friends, the neighbourhood, the smell of the football field after the first showers of the monsoons, the pujas, the visits to Flurys, the visits to Shiraz, the cricket matches - he remembered them all. But, most of all, he remembered his mother. He remembered her for all the fun they had together, for the support they were for each other, for the friend she had been to her.



One day, while at work, he received a call from his uncle. His mother had had a heart attack and had been hospitalized. Those last few moments brought back tears to his eyes. It was not suppposed to end like this, he thought. It was supposed to be different.



She was a bit nervous as the day of the marriage drove nearer and nearer. Being the practical person she was, she realized that no matter how much she loved him and vice-versa, it would indeed take a fair bit of adjusting to lead a life of sheer bliss.


Now, the time was ripe. He could finally do it. Nobody would stop him. Everybody would be busy with his sister's marriage. No one would notice anything different with him. For years, he had withdrawn into a shell and despised communicating with people, save his sister. Only she understood him and stood by him. The only glitter of hope for him in this dark and desolate world was her. How could he do this to her ? After all she had done for him ? Leave her alone ?

He decided he would give her the best wedding gift ever. And, thus the vial of poison was despatched into the wash basin.