All night long

June 26, 2009

I left home last night at 1:15 AM or so to go out clubbing. That was all after the big adventure I had at home. I felt like having a drink last night. So I asked my aunt if it was okay with her. My family’s cool about these things. BIG MISTAKE!!! She said okay, do what you want. So I cracked open a bottle of Smirnoff – With a twist of Lime. I was showing off the bottle to my aunt, very excited.

I then mixed it with orange juice and sat down in front of my laptop to enjoy it. My mom came online and I told her that I opened the bottle and she was cool with until it dawned on both of them (mom & aunt) that I was going to drive out. But I had one drink. ONE Drink!!! I mean that’s stupid. Who gets high after one drink?? But they were on my case and eventually my aunt hid the car keys. I felt like I was 5 again. I mean how difficult is it to understand that I had one drink and I’m not drunk and I’m not going to drink anymore? I spent 45 mins trying to explain this to both of them.

I finally had to threaten my mother that I would run away from home if I didn’t get the keys. How mature :). My aunt said till my mom didn’t agree, she wouldn’t give the keys back to me. It was so ridiculous. However, I managed to convince my mother, who then said if anything happens to the car, she would never look at my face again. You can see where I get my level of maturity from.

I finally got the key and my friends called. So I left at 1:15 AM. Of all the days, I picked this day to get drunk. After the big argument at home, I picked this day to drink. So I drank. And I went really really far to where all my friends live and left from there at 5 in the morning. I was making fun of them while they were drinking in the parking lot.

Nothing happened to the car and I was very happy. I was sober by the time I reached home and thought to myself, my mom’s going to have to see my face. Poor her. And then I scraped the right side of the car while I turned into the parking lot. I couldn’t believe it. My mom was going to kill me. She had warned me on this very day and on this very day, I screwed it up.

I got out of the car and checked the side. Thank God!! Not much damage.

Nothing she would notice immediately at least. And the we’ll decide, to see or not to see 🙂


Getting around

June 23, 2009

I’ve mentioned in other posts that I’d been getting lost and so the story continues. I tried going to City Centre the other with my brother. One wrong turn and voila!!….I was in Sharjah. 🙂 I managed to find my way back though. Thankfully. And spent a satisfying 2 hours shopping.

Other than that I caught up with an old friend from school. I hadn’t seen her in 9 years. She’s here too. She asked me to go for dinner with her and some of her friends. I did. I didn’t get lost but managed to find parking a little far from the restaurant. And I was terribly late. So I almost ran all the way there. I climbed a long flight of stairs and then couldn’t talk for 15 minutes for want of breath. The dinner went quite. We had chicken. It was at Nando’s by the way. Her friends were really nice. I had fun.

I spent most of yesterday driving around. I’ve been doing that ever since I got my license. I either get lost or pick up and drop people. I love driving but this is just ridiculous. So that’s how I spend most of my day and I’m so thankful to God for giving Dubai the gift of petrol. Thankfully, it’s really cheap.

Tonight, I went to watch ‘The Proposal’ starring Ryan Reynolds (YUMMMMYY!!!) and Sandra Bullock. It’s a must watch for all. Especially people who love romcoms. It was quite a satisfying evening.I’m home now and don’t know what to do. I’m nto sleepy and completely bored of facebook. Hmmm….maybe I’ll dowmload some porn. 😉

Oh…I got lost again on the way to theatre. Thankfully, I found a u-turn. 🙂

Some more adventures:


What a Day!! What a Night!!

I’m back!!


June 14, 2009

So I wrote yesterday or something that I was thrown out of the club for wearing slippers. Last night, I went out again, to this place called ‘WAREHOUSE’. There were 6 guys and only me. We reached the place at 2:00 AM. All the clubs in Dubai shut at 3:00 AM. We wanted to get in but they wouldn’t allow us because the club was too full. That’s the first time this has happened. I was not allowed to get into a club two times in a row. I was so pissed off. Anyway, the guy at the entrance finally let 2 of us in. Couples enter free most places. So we went in and tried to persuade the guy to let our other friends in but he was adamant. Eventually at about 2:30 he let them and 2 minutes later, the DJ’s console stopped working. This resulted in a lot of booing from the crowd.

We decided to leave and as soon as we reached the bottom of the stairs, the music started again. So we went back up for like 5 minutes and then left again. It was so stupid.

Today, I went to this mall called Oasis Center and just like yesterday I got lost. Again!! I don’t how many times it’s going to happen before I finally memorise all the roads. The problem with Dubai is, if you miss one turn, you are screwed. You have travel great and confusing distances to get back on trac. Which I did. Anyway, I reached and went shopping. Bought myself some nice stuff from ‘MAX’. It’s a budget shopping shop. My little sister wanted to eat some strangepop corn. It was available in flavors you can’t even imagine. It was gross.

After that we went to the French Bakery and got ourselves some yummy pastries and cookies which we couldn’t finish because they were too heavy. I finally reached home a lot happier than I was.

Just remember, if you’re driving in Dubai, make sure you keep your eyes open or have someone who knows the place well with you. Other you’re going to get lost very single time just like I do.

Life in Dubai:

What a Day! What a Night!

Getting Around

I’m back!!

What a day! What a night!

June 12, 2009

When I was in Dubai before, I was, what you would call a ‘wild child’. Party every night, drink every night, come home at 5 and 6 in the morning. That was my lifestyle. I had my own car and when I wasn’t clubbing, I would be driving around with a drink in my hand and at least 3 bottles of vodka in my boot. Then everything changed because my mom threw me out of Dubai. She got fed up of me and cancelled my visa. I was back to Bombay.

Now that I’m back, I had to get my license made (I lost the previous one, just like I’ve lost all my other things) because I got strict warnings from my mom not to drive without a license. The road rules are far stricter now than they used to be 2 years ago. So yesterday, mom left for India and I left for the police station to lodge a complaint. The police here are quite co-operative unlike the Indian ‘havaldars’. If they can do something for you, they won’t ask you to come the next day and the next day and the next day and the next day. Of course, I had to flutter my eyes lashes and have a blonde moment here and there. That helped alot. But I was still there for an hour at least which considering the Indian standard time of getting anything done was not so bad.

After much smiling at policeman ‘Sultan’ I finally got the loss report which I then had to submit to the RTA (Road and Transport Authority). I was close to the bus depot and decided to take a bus. I called the call center and spoke to a poor guy wo couldn’t understand what I was saying. By the way, if you’re asking for bus routes from a bus depot, call it a bus station. Otherwise, no one will understand. At least the call center guy didn’t. Anyway, I had to go the Deira City Center and get my license made. It’s one of the biggest malls in the city. I stepped in and all I could see around me were ‘SALE’ signs. But I ignored them all. ME!! I IGNORED A SALE!!! I was so desperate to get my license, I didn’t stop at a single shop. Not even to check out some of the interesting stuff on sale.

I finally got my license and made it back home. I went out in the night with my friends. I’ve come back to Dubai after 2 years and I’ve forgotten all the roads which led me get lost twice. But at least now I know where not to go. 🙂 Anyway, I’m used to it. If I lose things I own, it’s only fair that I get lost sometimes too. Literally! I found my way back eventually and went to this club called ‘KEVA’. It’s new. It was okay. My friend suggested we go to ‘KANDY CLUB’ where Juggy D had come to perform. So we did. I left my car behind because he said he would drop me back.

When we went to the club, for the first time in my life, I wasn’t allowed to enter. Can you believe that?? Just because I was wearing slippers. I know they have a problem with men wearing slippers but I’ve never heard a woman being turned down because of that. I had to come back home and change my shoes and then go back all the way.

By the end of it everyone was high but me. I didn’t drink. I had to drive. My mom’s voice was pounding inside my head. My friends were high and happy. Everyone was in a good mood. But then, Sami’s (my ex) current girlfriend called and spoiled everything. He got pissed and disappeared. Nothing new about that. The night pretty much ended there. I reached home at 5 in the morning because I got lost again on the way back home :D. But it was a nice drive. Woke up early.

I’m really sleepy now.

Life in Dubai:


I’m back!!

Getting around

I’m back!!

June 7, 2009

I haven’t posted in a while because I haven’t had any access to the internet. You see, I quit my job, so I lost all my access to free internet. So I didn’t log onto Facebook and managed to save a lot of time. But didn’t have much to do with that timw because I didn’t have a job. So I decided to pray. We’re quite selfish. The human species. Only remember God in times of need.

I used to live in Dubai for many years and then I had to go back to India, but even though all my friends are in Mumbai, I hated it there. I couldn’t deal with the potholes. I think that was my biggest problem. Then were also the other things. Too many people (I’m not much of a people’s person), pollution, noise etc. So I’d been dying to come back from Mumbai. I struggled for 2 whole years.

Sometimes I didn’t have my passport. At others, I didn’t have my visa. I think I’ve mentioned somewhere else, I’m jinxed when it comes to travel. And so, when I wanted to travel last year, it didn’t work out and it caused a huge fight between my best friend and me. That sucked!!

But now after I resorted to praying religiously, everyday, God finally heard my prayers. And here I am. Back in Dubai. Back to where the world is pothole free. 🙂

The long weekend

May 5, 2009

Us lucky mortals were graced with a long weekend last week. Four days off. A golden opportunity to leave the city. I was very excited. My friends and I, after much discussion and contemplation decided to go to Goa. Again. Everything had been decided and some them said they couldn’t make it to Goa. So we decided to go to a small place about 35 kms from Alibag called ‘Kashid’. It’s a beach too. So we decided if we had to be in the heat, we may as well do it closer home.

We were to leave early Friday morning, which we did. Took a train from Andheri to Churchgate. We were to take a ferry from the dock at Gateway of India. First we had to stand in an extremely long line to buy tickets for the ferry. The counter shut as soon as we reached it. So we had to stand in another line. Then we stood in line to get onto the ferry. We missed the 8 o’clock ferry and got onto another one. But not before we stood in line for almost 1 hr in the hot sun. We stood in line and made fun of almost everyone around. That’s how we pass our time. By revelling in the drawbacks of others.

We got onto the ferry and five minutes into the sea, we were hit hard by another boat. That was scary. I could almost hear everyone’s knocking knees. We weren’t too far from the shore but it was scary nonetheless. After some fighting and grumbling from some other people, we progressed. The ferry was so damn slow! If I could walk on water, I’d have walked faster.

After we reached the other side, we took a rickshaw to  ‘Kashid’. What a long ride. It seemed like it would never end.  But it did end. We finally reached tired, parched and sun burnt and my friend found that moment to tell us our hotel was at an uphill climb. My eyes almost fell out of their sockets. Climb!! Me!! In the Sun!!! No Way!!!

We got really high after that. Had lunch. Went to sleep and then went to the beach. What a beautiful beach. We played in the water. Mind you the water is really salty. I was full of it. In the night we told horror stories (as is the case with most groups that go out of town) and scared ourselves silly.

The beautiful beach

The beautiful beach

Heaven in the evening

Heaven in the evening

The next day at the beach, we saw giant jellyfish. they were all over. All washed ashore. This meant the water was dangerous, but we still took a dip.

I wanted to touch the jellyfish but was too chicken. What if had poison? Or worse, what if lashed its tentacle at me?

It was dead.

The dead jellyfish

The dead jellyfish

Some more adventures:

Little Trips
Little Trips Contd
A day in Paradise
Back to school and much more
Bloody Goa

Tooth and Drill

April 23, 2009

I have no idea what I’m doing in office today. I have no idea how I’m typing this. I feel like my hands are going to fall off and my head is going to snap and roll into some corner infested with cockroaches that will feast on my brain. Sorry about that. I’m so frustrated. I’ll tell you why.

Recently, an unignorable ache became a part of my existence. In my mouth to be precise. I thought my lip was swelling up but didn’t pay any attention. When I woke up the next morning, my lip could’ve put tribal Africans to shame. It was that huge! I refused to go to work. I couldn’t go looking like that. So I sat at home. Went to the dentist in the evening.

Turns out the filling I had in my incisor had shifted position and now I had a pus filled mouth. The pus was leaking out. Have you ever tasted pus? It’s rather unpleasant (this is an understatement). So the dentist got his instruments ready and drilled a hole in my tooth. He then thought it would be really cool to shove pins into the hole. He was trying to remove the filling. The filling was made of rubber and so he was trying to screw it out.

I was literally being screwed. 😀 The experience was quite strange because I didn’t feel anything. That’s because my tooth is fake. He managed to pull out the filling finally after one grueling hour and some pus fumes. I now have a hole in my tooth with a piece of cotton, soaked in some camphor something, stuffed in it. It tastes funny. Everything I eat tastes funny. But that’s okay.

The worst part is the medicines. I’m on heavy antibiotics and painkillers so I’m unconscious most of the time and when I’m not I wish I was. Like right now. But this is just the beginning. The worst is yet to come. I’ll keep you posted.

Back to school and much more

April 13, 2009

I’ve just come back from a long weekend. It didn’t seem so long though. It got over too soon in fact. I went to Panchgani. The place where I went to school and spent the formative years of my life. The place that has made me the bitch, the brat and the person I am today.

I think…no, I’m actually sure, I’m jinxed when it comes to travel. Every time I have to travel, something always goes wrong. And so it did, this time also. Four of us were going. Two couples. We all work in the same office and in the advertising world, you have no timings. So we girls were done with our work and the boys were still busy and it seemed like they would be stuck in the office till late. I tried to convince my friend that we could leave by this bus and they could catch up with us the next morning. Nevertheless, I still tried getting something done.

There were no tickets available for the next morning, so I just told them that were guys and they should be able to manage something. They agreed. After this, did the mad whirlwind begin. My friend got upset and said she didn’t want to go. I asked her and the guys to get lost and said I was going to go even if meant being alone. We had an argument. My friend then agreed to go. I had to go home to take my clothes (which had not dried in the morning and hence I had not packed my bags). I got stuck in traffic for an hour. Reached under my building and realised I didn’t have my wallet.

I called office to find out if I had left it there and thankfully, I had. I reached ‘Bandra’ and the bus stop only to find out that the damn bus was late. But my friend and I were grateful because this meant the guys would be able to join us. I felt like I was on a mission and I had to make this happen. So we prayed while we waited at the bust stop for the bus to arrive even later.

The guys got onto the bus and we all reached safe and sound. The morning was beautiful. Panchgani is a hill station. It was cool and we began looking for a hotel. We saw one and rejected it and then walked around the whole of Panchgani looking for another one only to come back to the first one. We got two rooms and got some rest.

In the evening, I went back to school but none of the nuns were around. They had all gone to church for the Good Friday mass. Panchgani consists of 5 plateaus. My school is on the way to one of them. So B (my boyfriend) and I decided to walk to the summit. I then thought it would be cooler to go off the road and climb the actual hill. B is into trekking and I’m just lazy. Yet I was better than him. Ha!! He slipped so many times, but no…not I. 🙂

Anyway, it was a stupid thing to do because a little ahead there was no way we could climb the hill unless we actually rock climbed. And that we couldn’t do. Didn’t have the right gear.

The rest of the trip consisted of stuffing our faces with the most amazing ‘aloo ka parathas’ and sleeping. That’s all we did. But if you ever go to Panchgani, you must eat at Akbarali’s. It’s in the main market. At Rs 50 you can eat the best parathas in the world.

I loved my weekend there. Got to see school. Got to stuff my face. Got clean, fresh air. Got to sleep. Got to relax.

I’m glad I went. It’s like I’m always fighting against my fate to go on these trips. But I get the better of it every time.

Some more adventures:
Little trips
Little trips contd.
Bloody Goa
A day in Paradise

A day in Paradise

April 7, 2009

Advertising agencies in India attend something called ‘Goafest’. It is referred to by this name for the simple reason that it is held in Goa. This gives advertising junkies an excuse to get junkier. I am fairly new to the ad world. Therefore, my bosses didn’t think it was necessary for me to go to Goa. This fest, by the way, hosts the Abby awards and some seminars by some prominent advertising persons.

I didn’t really care too much about the awards or the seminars. I just wanted to be in Goa. And mind you, the only reason I didn’t care for the awards was that I was not invited. That really pissed me off!. To top it off, my boss, who hates me decided to take every measure to see to it that I wouldn’t be able to go. But he doesn’t know me. 🙂

I decided that I was going to be in Goa and that’s exactly what I did. The funny thing is, I was there for less than 24 hours. But what the heck? It’s Goa!! I packed my stuff and a friend came to work on Friday and were to leave by a 7:45 pm bus. I called the travel agency and they said our seats were on a later bus. So we had to wait longer. the excitement was building up and I was going crazy because we got delayed. After a while I rang up the bus driver and asked him if the bus had left from its starting point. He said the bus hadn’t even arrived yet. So we got delayed further. Major nerves.

We finally left and got the bus at about 10:30 pm. The journey was okay except for a strange couple who thought it was absolutely necessary to push the backs of their seats so far behind that they were almost sitting on us. Major joint aches coupled with major arguments. This resulted in the couple resorting to changing their seats.

We reached Goa happily, found our friends and hurried to the beach. the sun, the sand and the waves were calling out to me. I forgot to mention, as soon as I entered Goa, I had a 500 ml can of Kingfisher beer that cost me only 40 Rs. That’s why I love Goa. Anyway, my friends were at the beach, stuffing our faces at a shack. Two of us were downing beers and feeling extremely happy.

We ran into the water. Ah! The awesome water. It was a little warm though. But that was okay. While returning from the beach we thought it would be fun to wear flowers in our hair and so we did. We even made the guys do it. One of the guys is bald, so he didn’t wear any flowers. He thought they wouldn’t suit him.

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.

It was a great experience. I ended up spending 2000 Rs in a day. I have no idea how. But it was totally worth it. Everyone must try it sometime.

And to all those people who don’t know how to ride bikes, please learn. Otherwise you are so going to get ripped off by the cabbies of Goa.

Some more travel adventures:
Bloody Goa
Little trips
Little trips contd

Heya Broomie

April 1, 2009

So, I mentioned in a previous post, I’d been thrown out of my grandparents’ house and so now I’m living with a friend. Actually, I’m living with two girls who’re all of 22 or 23. People have a common misconception that women are cleaner than men. This may be true most of the time but not when you’re living with 2 spinsters. WARNING: SPINSTERS ARE NOT CLEAN!!!

I’ve been living in my new home for a week now and all Ive done, when I’m at home, is clean. There are clothes strewn everywhere. Anything anyone may have brought, picked up, eaten etc. continues to lie in the place it was last seen. The concept of a dustbin is completely lost to these girls.

Now, I used to be a not so clean person myself but all that has changed. I cannot sleep if the house is not tidy. I get nightmares and the fact that I suffer from a major Obsessive Compulsive Disorder doesn’t help at all. I cleaned the girls’ room and the kitchen and the living room and went out for a bit. When I got back, the house was back in a mess. Which would have been okay, except one of them had brought home a friend and they were eating on my bed. That pissed the daylights out of me. But I didn’t say anything. I just went about cleaning up as if I’d been born to do it.

That’s all I’ve been doing ever since. I think I have a chance at it as an alternative profession. What with the recession and all.