A day in Paradise

Post all this, we fought with a cabbie, walked a lot in the humidity (after a shower), ate horrible food, fell really sick, made out and went to sleep. Our train was to leave at 9:30 the next morning. We, very comfortably sat in the AC compartment without tickets. But thankfully, we were a rather large group and so the ticket checker got confused.

The day the boss went berserk

Even his favorites weren’t spared. They had it too. He yelled at people for coming late to work, he yelled at me for, well, just being me. I had to run from lunch because I thought if I didn’t he’d have my head for lunch. I didn’t even know what I was doing. Some presentation I had to submit. I didn’t even know how to make it.

The big splash

I’ve been going home late for the past month or so and so now my designated sleeping area has shifted to the floor. I used to share space with my sister on the sofa cum bed but my aunt now thinks, I’m better off on the floor. It’s a punishment because I come home late everyday.

Of Bitches and more

The best part is when you don’t like someone and create a situation where you put that person in a soup. I feel a swell of pride and if you looked really hard, you would see horns growing on my head and hints of a devilish grin caressing my face.

My first time

After much waiting and plan cancelling (thanks to my friends who think it’s their birth right to come late) I finally went to The Kala Ghoda Arts Festival on Sunday. I’d never been there before and it was really exciting for me. I had been waiting to visit the festival but for like a week I kept getting delayed, either because of work or simply from lack of company.

Morning full of screams

It took some pushing, jabbing and murderous stares to finally get out of the crowd. I was walking down the bridge and the train arrived. The placement for the compartment meant for women is a short distance from the bridge and I had to reach it before the train started moving again. I walked as fast I could and it reminded me of my gym days when I used to walk on the treadmill and reach nowhere. Now I had to reach the compartment.

Think Pink

This obviously prompted me to laugh my ass off. Now, I’m kind of getting used to it. It doesn’t seem so strange anymore. The uncle and the rag picker woman are like friends now. If I don’t see them I feel incomplete.

This thing called alcohol

There air was full of excitement and nobody wanted to work and so they didn’t. But I had to. I have a lot of work. I still do but I just can’t get myself to get to doing it. Anyway, I was waiting for 4:30 while doing my work and my boss came up to me and said, “ah….you, I was looking for you”. I almost peed in my skirt. Why was he looking for me? I looked blankly into his face trying to comprehend what he was saying. It seemed like he was asking me for some music but I didn’t believe my ears. I was pretty sure he wasn’t saying that.

The train of events

I finally managed to leave early today and hence I reached on time. Thankfully, because I’m loaded with work and I desperately want to take a trip next weekend. It’s a long weekend considering Monday is “Republic Day’ so I don’t want my work to filter into the weekend. So I decided that I will come to work early everyday and complete whatever work I have.

Chicken curry for the twisted soul

One of my colleagues suggested we lunch outside, which was fine by me. He said we would have to walk. I didn’t think so. I was not going to walk. No way, in the heat. I suggested placing an order. Now the problem with ordering food is, no one know where to order from and by the time someone decides that, I lose my appetite. What’s the point?