Yes people. Its your favourite 24 year old on the prowl again..meeeeoowww...or wait...is it supposed to be gggrrrhhhhh.... well, whichever!
The Girl Who Sold the World tagged me and I'm it. My task: to create a lucid work of fiction or fact (well, knowing my love for it) of 100-200 (yea right!) words using these words: I, me, blowjob, grapes, random, power, loneliness, water, robot, and blue. They've to be used just once. Now I just need to think of creative ways to use these words ;-D Ha with "blowjob" in there I just wonder how creative I can get! So here goes...
She sat on the rock by the stream. The water was gently passing over the rocks. Smoothening them as it had been for years. The sky was mid night blue. She couldn't help feeling a wave of loneliness sweep over her. She wondered if she could ever find a mate who was as much a constant as the stream was to the rocks on its bed. Ofcourse the stream did run dry every couple of years when the rain fell short! But then, there is only so much one could hope for. That's when she noticed a dark figure walking towards her from the neighbouring camp. "Probably some random corporate romeo type", she thought. He was holding something in his hands. He came, sat next to her and offered her what was in his hands, "Grapes?" "No thanks, I don't take vitamin C after 9 PM." she answered curtly. "People these days are on the strangest diets", he started off..."Me, well, yours truly believes in having whatever is available." She couldn't even see him in the darkness, and he was already pissing her off. "Probably hoping for a good lay or a blowjob" is all she could think.
She wished to be left with her melancholic thoughts, stemming from a childhood of Barbie and Ken, and teen years of Mills and Boons. She did not respond and sat there like a robot, hoping the stanger would get the message. However he seemed almost as unperceptive as HR. Suddenly there was lighting. The sheer power of the single bolt lit the sky. Scared witless for a minute, she leaned towards the stranger, chanced a look upon his face...and froze..."Oh my God...it can't be...it's not possible!"
OK, I'm out of words...paisa hazam, kahani khatam as my grand mom would often say.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Losing It
Its happened. I was afraid about it from the very beginning. I had heard it was painful. I was worried what scars it may leave behind after it was all over. I had been told it got better over time.
But I must say...it was't as bad as I thought it would be. I was so scared and I realized that feeling scared may stop me from enjoying it. So I let go of my inhibitions. Stopped worrying about everything. I relaxed myself...and believe me...while there was a bit of pain initially... once I got into the groove, it was mostly pleasure.
No I didn't get a tattoo (isn't that what you were wondering *fluttering eylashes*). It was my birthday. 24th to be exact. And guess what. It was a lot of fun. No. My bones haven't suddenly crumbled. I don't have wrinkles. No grey hair. As a wise friend at work was trying to tell me, I suddenly realize, I'm in the prime of my youth, I earn well (if HR reads this, I earn pittance!!), I work well, I'm single, attractive, reasonably funny, and I can be with any one I want.
Thanks P and D for the great fun last night. You're good friends.
And to everyone who has read this blog over the past half a year, posted comments, mailed me, and generally made my day, you're all fantastic people and wonderful writers.
Happy Birthday To Me.
But I must say...it was't as bad as I thought it would be. I was so scared and I realized that feeling scared may stop me from enjoying it. So I let go of my inhibitions. Stopped worrying about everything. I relaxed myself...and believe me...while there was a bit of pain initially... once I got into the groove, it was mostly pleasure.
No I didn't get a tattoo (isn't that what you were wondering *fluttering eylashes*). It was my birthday. 24th to be exact. And guess what. It was a lot of fun. No. My bones haven't suddenly crumbled. I don't have wrinkles. No grey hair. As a wise friend at work was trying to tell me, I suddenly realize, I'm in the prime of my youth, I earn well (if HR reads this, I earn pittance!!), I work well, I'm single, attractive, reasonably funny, and I can be with any one I want.
Thanks P and D for the great fun last night. You're good friends.
And to everyone who has read this blog over the past half a year, posted comments, mailed me, and generally made my day, you're all fantastic people and wonderful writers.
Happy Birthday To Me.
Friday, January 13, 2006
Friday the 13th
When I titled this post, I was not thinking of the strange, somewhat scary connotations associated with the date thanks to Jason and gang. The title actually had no point.
Now that we've moved beyond that, let me share with you the highlights of my week.
Monday:
Ran from home to bus stop. Nearly missed office bus. Sat with a new hot guy. Witnessed two accidents on the way to Gurgaon. Started talking with hot guy about the rise in accidents during winters (its amazing how something as morbid as accidents can help you strike a conversation with someone!). In the evening, ran from office to bus stop. Nearly missed office bus. Sat by myself. Noticed new guy sitting at the back. Smiled politely. New guy came to my seat, asked if someone was sittng with me, and then sat with me. Discussed state of Delhi, favorite hangouts, professional aspirations. Yours truly was quite happy at having her faith re-affirmed in the possibility of divine intervention and availability of hot eligible young men in the capital. Nearly missed getting off at the right bus stop for home.
Tuesday:
Ran from home to bus stop. Nearly missed office bus. New guy was sitting by himself. When guy ahead of me tried to sit next to new guy, new guy told him seat was saved. Then smiled at me, said had saved seat for yours truly. Hallelujah!! For once was not tempted to sleep on the way to office and catch an extra hour of shut eye. In the evening, ran from office to bus stop. Nearly missed office bus. Sat by myself. Noticed new guy sitting at the back. Smiled politely. New guy came to my seat, asked if someone was sittng with me, and then sat with me. Dejavu anyone? Discussed new guy's work with ye corporate Gods. Hmm...strange. New guy seems so enthusiastic. Not what I'd expect from someone who has been a slave as long as I think he's been one. Still shared an amazing conversation. Discovered common love of cars (SUVs in particular) and bikes. We even watch the same TV shows!! New dangly earrings fell in bus. Gawd knows how. New guy helped me search them all over bus. People stared, but did he stop? Nay siree. Nearly missed getting off at the right bus stop for home again. Found the earring stuck somewhere in my sweater. Found new guy. Found lost earrings. This is definitely my week !
Wednesday:
Whole day spent in training. Did not see new guy morning or evening. What else can I say?
Thursday:
Ran from home to bus stop. Nearly missed office bus. New guy was sitting by himself. Smiled and said, I've saved a seat for you. Whew !! I suddenly realized I knew nothing of what new guy did professionally. So I asked. Was expecting a response like - manager, asst manager, CA, well, something like that. New guy told me this was his first job. He passed out of college last year. WAT THE FUK !! I passed out like 3 years ago... So that would make me...OHMIGOD....OLDER THAN HIM !! Pardon me if that took the wind out of my sails. In the evening, ran from office to bus stop. Nearly missed office bus. Sat by myself. New guy came to my seat, asked if someone was sittng with me, and then sat with me. Started asking my advice about the company, MBA options - OH GOD...he thinks of me as his MENTOR!! arrrggghhh. Deep breaths...deep breaths...counted to 10, then counted to 20. Meanwhile new guy was telling me about some club a buddy of his has opened in Delhi. Said he could tell me about some live rock performances over the weekend...you know, by calling on the mobile nmber he doesn't yet have. Yours truly smiled sadly...Let new guy know that 24th bday is just around the corner. Another week to be exact. Figured he'll realize I'm a hag and leave me alone. New guy just smiles and wants to know my birthday plans. Whoa! Missed getting off at correct bus stop for home. C'mon, can you blame me??
Friday:
Ran from home to bus stop. Missed office bus. Got a second office bus. Had to stand for half and hour. Slept for another half and hour when a seat finally became available. Reached office refreshed. Entered work bay. New guy strolls over to say hi. Wait a minute...I didn't tell him where I sit. Talks about the band performance. Takes my number to inform me about it over the weekend. When he leaves, I dance over to eccentric brit neighbour and tell him how I enjoy the sheer innocence and exuberance of younger guys. How sweet they are. And how new hot guy is totally innocent and harmless (well, I thought he was!). Eccentric brit (also wily old man) points out how my "innocent" young friend had managed to get a mobile number and permission to call on the weekend. I am amazed at the smoothness of it all. I feel old and dumb. Speak to work girlfriend later. She tells me I should feel flattered and happy. After all, I am now the old wine. Old wine at 24. Sigh. I tell her, old wine is ok. What if I'm rancid wine! She bursts out laughing. So do I. Suddenly we realize this would be a great line in the blog and I quickly write it down lest I forget it due to my advancing years. Yes, I know. I need to get a life. In the evening, ran from office to bus stop. Couldn't find office bus. New guy calls me and says bus is about to leave, and he is holding it up for me. I run to bus. Sit with new guy and try very hard not to let him see how out of breath I am. I remember the bus stop this time. I guess the facination is over.
Saturday:
Sleep. Get hair cut. Shop. Have girlie night out. At night mum tells me she went to buy Harpic. The shopkeeper showed her 4 bottles and said it now comes in 4 "flavours"! Get a giggle attack.
Sunday:
Write about my week. Start giggling again. Cannot stop. Hope I don't miss the bus tomorrow morning :-D
Now that we've moved beyond that, let me share with you the highlights of my week.
Monday:
Ran from home to bus stop. Nearly missed office bus. Sat with a new hot guy. Witnessed two accidents on the way to Gurgaon. Started talking with hot guy about the rise in accidents during winters (its amazing how something as morbid as accidents can help you strike a conversation with someone!). In the evening, ran from office to bus stop. Nearly missed office bus. Sat by myself. Noticed new guy sitting at the back. Smiled politely. New guy came to my seat, asked if someone was sittng with me, and then sat with me. Discussed state of Delhi, favorite hangouts, professional aspirations. Yours truly was quite happy at having her faith re-affirmed in the possibility of divine intervention and availability of hot eligible young men in the capital. Nearly missed getting off at the right bus stop for home.
Tuesday:
Ran from home to bus stop. Nearly missed office bus. New guy was sitting by himself. When guy ahead of me tried to sit next to new guy, new guy told him seat was saved. Then smiled at me, said had saved seat for yours truly. Hallelujah!! For once was not tempted to sleep on the way to office and catch an extra hour of shut eye. In the evening, ran from office to bus stop. Nearly missed office bus. Sat by myself. Noticed new guy sitting at the back. Smiled politely. New guy came to my seat, asked if someone was sittng with me, and then sat with me. Dejavu anyone? Discussed new guy's work with ye corporate Gods. Hmm...strange. New guy seems so enthusiastic. Not what I'd expect from someone who has been a slave as long as I think he's been one. Still shared an amazing conversation. Discovered common love of cars (SUVs in particular) and bikes. We even watch the same TV shows!! New dangly earrings fell in bus. Gawd knows how. New guy helped me search them all over bus. People stared, but did he stop? Nay siree. Nearly missed getting off at the right bus stop for home again. Found the earring stuck somewhere in my sweater. Found new guy. Found lost earrings. This is definitely my week !
Wednesday:
Whole day spent in training. Did not see new guy morning or evening. What else can I say?
Thursday:
Ran from home to bus stop. Nearly missed office bus. New guy was sitting by himself. Smiled and said, I've saved a seat for you. Whew !! I suddenly realized I knew nothing of what new guy did professionally. So I asked. Was expecting a response like - manager, asst manager, CA, well, something like that. New guy told me this was his first job. He passed out of college last year. WAT THE FUK !! I passed out like 3 years ago... So that would make me...OHMIGOD....OLDER THAN HIM !! Pardon me if that took the wind out of my sails. In the evening, ran from office to bus stop. Nearly missed office bus. Sat by myself. New guy came to my seat, asked if someone was sittng with me, and then sat with me. Started asking my advice about the company, MBA options - OH GOD...he thinks of me as his MENTOR!! arrrggghhh. Deep breaths...deep breaths...counted to 10, then counted to 20. Meanwhile new guy was telling me about some club a buddy of his has opened in Delhi. Said he could tell me about some live rock performances over the weekend...you know, by calling on the mobile nmber he doesn't yet have. Yours truly smiled sadly...Let new guy know that 24th bday is just around the corner. Another week to be exact. Figured he'll realize I'm a hag and leave me alone. New guy just smiles and wants to know my birthday plans. Whoa! Missed getting off at correct bus stop for home. C'mon, can you blame me??
Friday:
Ran from home to bus stop. Missed office bus. Got a second office bus. Had to stand for half and hour. Slept for another half and hour when a seat finally became available. Reached office refreshed. Entered work bay. New guy strolls over to say hi. Wait a minute...I didn't tell him where I sit. Talks about the band performance. Takes my number to inform me about it over the weekend. When he leaves, I dance over to eccentric brit neighbour and tell him how I enjoy the sheer innocence and exuberance of younger guys. How sweet they are. And how new hot guy is totally innocent and harmless (well, I thought he was!). Eccentric brit (also wily old man) points out how my "innocent" young friend had managed to get a mobile number and permission to call on the weekend. I am amazed at the smoothness of it all. I feel old and dumb. Speak to work girlfriend later. She tells me I should feel flattered and happy. After all, I am now the old wine. Old wine at 24. Sigh. I tell her, old wine is ok. What if I'm rancid wine! She bursts out laughing. So do I. Suddenly we realize this would be a great line in the blog and I quickly write it down lest I forget it due to my advancing years. Yes, I know. I need to get a life. In the evening, ran from office to bus stop. Couldn't find office bus. New guy calls me and says bus is about to leave, and he is holding it up for me. I run to bus. Sit with new guy and try very hard not to let him see how out of breath I am. I remember the bus stop this time. I guess the facination is over.
Saturday:
Sleep. Get hair cut. Shop. Have girlie night out. At night mum tells me she went to buy Harpic. The shopkeeper showed her 4 bottles and said it now comes in 4 "flavours"! Get a giggle attack.
Sunday:
Write about my week. Start giggling again. Cannot stop. Hope I don't miss the bus tomorrow morning :-D
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