Win With Weesa.
A few days ago.
Music was my boyfriend and my best friend, until I killed them both last night. Well, I killed my obsession for starters. I have these obsessive tendencies with most things I tend to like, (clarification: not people, only things - not a stalker), and being highly aware of this compulsive behavior, I never try/ied addictive substances. If I had ever smoked, I’d be a chain smoker for sure. And to think, in my freshman year people said to my sister (then sophomore) ‘yaar M, tumhari behen to stoner lagti hai’, to which I’d roll my heavy lidded eyes and walk away, giving them even more reason to believe so. I am only allowed to be addicted to orange chocolate and ginger snaps.
So, coming back to the previous issue, Shah will be glad to know I have killed the song, after playing it nonstop on Sanchez for 60 hours and singing parts of it out loud, whenever someone visited (and yes, we get a lot of visitors yesterday).
(40 minutes later)
The sun has set since that last sentence, so I’m going to go switch the lights back on.
A few days later.
So its Valentine’s Day, and the only three reasons why it hasn’t really hit me is because (a) I’ve lost contact with Khan whose birthday was on the 11th (and insisted on being given flowers, preferably roses), (b)Sanaa is in Canada, and (c) well, there is no third reason but two didn’t make my argument sound believable enough, so there. Today Squin was telling me how her mother in law admitted to spending most of her time doing two things: worrying and watching tv; I couldn’t help but relate! My parents are out for a ‘couples’ dinner’ at the Punjab Club, and I sat at home, eating chicken karahi and moongray ki sabzi for dinner. In my defence, I was supposed to be somewhere else, even had a nice outfit planned, but that's another long story. I also watched the beginning, end, and middle of Notting Hill on three separate channels, and chose to see the latter half of The Nanny Diaries for the 4th time ever (first 3 times on the plane last summer), only because the nanny becomes an anthropologist in the end. I also realized that Scarlet Johansson has a HUGE butt.
But coming back to V-day, I thought because I don’t have anything particularly significant to contribute in terms of love advice, except for ‘please refrain from buying frames, candles (scented) and anything heart shaped/red glittery for your lowers’ I will share my wish-list of fun presents:
1. A shower cap
2. Socks (printed, striped, polka dotted, the crazier the better)
3. Terry’s chocolate orange
4. Chocolate chip cookies
5. A companion for Radioactive Puppy
7. Anything turtle.
These would make me wery happy to be your walentine.
Moving on, because this post is not connected to anything, nor follows a general sequence of related events, the great news of the week is that my baby brother got into every single place he applied to, for grad school! I have agreed to go drop him off end of summer, and promised him an Arsenal match as his graduation present. I feel I went a bit overboard in my generosity, but ‘tis cool. I am secretly looking forward to painting my face red with war paint. I have tendencies to do groupie things like that. Sometimes.