| Wednesday, July 28, 2004
| What did I do...?
Deal...I'll go as plain as it can get today.
First off, my fingers and toes are inefficient tools to count my blessings and/or wishes from yesterday. I mean WHOA! I can't even claim to be jilted out of a dream. I saw, felt, shook hands, hugs (umm...got that from Chotu). You gotta be somebody to get all that attention. Now, that's not the 'bigshot' somebody who gets mobbed by freakin fans, but s-o-m-e-b-o-d-y.
26th July 2004
11:29 P.M.- JayC sends me his wishes over sms.
11:58 P.M.- Chotu calls and doesn't wanna hang up before it strikes 00hrs. "Happy Birthday!, she squeals with joy. [:)] I love her innocence.
27th July 2004
12:09 - Rishabh's sms
12:30 - Bizzy putting up with lions chasing in my dreams.
Day-break and Pa continues to be in his 'don't dare breath' moods. Didn't think that verbal duel from day-before would linger on his mind. Got out with Tough-my doggie and got him to do his morning chores. Went for a long walk and I insist that it is impossible to explain what the dawn's initial gust of wind does to you. But the litmus paper in me is as predictable as any student demands to know. Came home to see Pa in the same rotten mood.
A groggy looking Ma wished me...Gawd! you made my day. Thank you for not putting me through the :To continue, please set off reminders in people's thought devices:. Bhai followed in a short while. Says, "where's the party yaar?" I say, "where are you yaar?". He will be he and I will be I, and the twain shall never meet. :-)
Scrubbed clean and felt like a happy dog, waiting to lap up the fresh milk poured into the tray. Slipped into fresh linen and the usual kohl and bindi art followed. One long self-adoring look in the mirror and a relaxed muttering under the breath, "Happy Birthday to me."
Pritpaw calls to say, "Happy Birthday old gurl. I want to really meet you today, but i don't know." Me says, "Chillax. We'll meet @ leisure".
Quickly gobbled food and promptly hopped into the first connector bus to the HCLT bus stop.
Puneet sings me the birthday song and i put up the obvious embarrassed face. Says, "Be happy!"
Enter office, and one day full of replying to some gazillion mails from people I know, some faceless and some least expected. Found some e-roses too. Yea! I know what you think of, but I didnt expect them either. *tongue in cheek*
JayC gave me 'Many Lives, Many Masters by Dr Brain Weiss' n that freak guy, Somak gave me 'Mario Puzo's Fools Die'.
Post generous bestowal of Kaju Barfi, stood through 120 pair of hands breaking into an applause. The team @ office gave a couple of cassettes (one assorted - Heavy Fuel and the other Pink Floyd) that I'd personally bought and wrapped. Not many people getta do it, or do they?
During the day, my college pals - Shaweta, Rojee and Cham-cham called. Great conspirators! All of 'em knew what awaited me @ DC.
While on the bus out of office, landed an unintended punch on Puneet's lower jaw. A couple of teeth bit into his lower lip and he was bleeding. Shute! I was aghast. I hurriedly offered, "I will not punch people." He improved it to read, "I will not punch Puneet." *crouching tiger hidden dragon*
Venue: District Center (Janakpuri) - Initial hiccups past, entered Muffins (the gang's favorite haunt after Barista Cafe'). Rishabh painfully waiting for something to happen. He was more mobile than on other days. While fiddling with his phone, I saw chotu's # in the recent call list. Fishy! I denied intuition. Minutes later, I was standing @ the cash counter and a grinning Chotu with her treasured basketball cap (why do i feel she shot it from her bro?), walks in with a bunch of flowers.
I am glad, I didnt say BS or something. Gaping again. Managed to squeak, "What are you doing here?" She unfazed and brimming with the winner's glee, "Happy Birthday!" This is crazy people...I tell you so. Surprises are very injurious to the normal functioning of this discomfited zone of my mind. Simbly put, 'I hate surprises.'
AND, somebody demands ransom to keep shut about the itinerary. I say, surprises will drive the Iblis out of my mind someday. You toads don't want that, do you?? Remember! no Iblis, no fuel. No fuel, no mutant. No mutant, no muse.
And before i end, here *hug*
PS: Viks, are you hearing?!? Bad Bro! *frown*
|posted by Shivranjini Krishnamurthy @ 7/28/2004 11:55:00 PM