You know, when you’re in your late twenties or early thirties….you’ll often find “those days” being remembered…the times when you drank yourself silly, did crazy stuff, you know before you became this responsible adult who nurses one drink all evening and “enjoys” it, rather than like before, when you drank, well, to get drunk.

Time to bust those myths. Here are just a few things yours truly has done in the recent past…

- Decided at 2 AM that she is Harbhajan Singh and insisted that the Boy make a rasgulli on top of her head to represent his hair. No really, I have pictures.

- Ordered six feet two foreigners to move and make space on their table because she needed to sit. And when they obliged, told them to move further because she has a big, “you know what”.

- Decided that she needs to sit on a lamp post and feels smug that she managed, only realizing the next morning that it was so because a dear friend was holding her by the jeans…

- Told the sweetest friend in the car “I feel dizzy. can I put my head on your lap? Well, you’re gay anyway so it doesn’t matter!” And proceeded to do just that!

- Told a couple who paid the bill and refused to leave while others were waiting for a table, as they were busy making out “get a room, you guys!”

- Told the cops who came in when the club needed to shut “Can I pleaseeeeeee finish my drink? Pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee?”‘

Really, “those” days are right here, it seems!

What is it about the flu eh? Apart from the fact that one has an itchy throat and a scratchy forehead and watery eyes and a running nose…there are prerequisites to the flu.

Take this for instance. The flu arrived, and so did the craving. Of everything suicidal and forbidden.

Here’s my list -

Ice cream

Cold coffee (when I should be having chai)

Aloo chaat ( *drools*)

Bhel puri

Aloo tikki ( complete with the tamarind chutney)

Chilled BEER

Did I mention Ice cream?

Gah! And I don’t mean passing casual thoughts but a gripping NEED to have it all, have it NOW.

I have decided that the only way out is to give in, so we are going to guzzle beer tonight, loha lohe ko maarta hai!

Beat the cold with, well, the cold!

So the 60th Carnival of Feminists is around the corner. I love following the carnival, though haven’t ever sent an entry. Don’t even know why. Guess there are so many beautiful and fantastic posts up already, that I just busy myself reading and never manage to pen down something particularly for submission!

Its being hosted by Unmana this time who’s inviting submissions and requested to pass on the word through the blog. The carnival is on the 9th of July at her blog and submissions should be sent to unmana AT gmail DOT com.

Go on, participate!

I think I haven’t done justice to my undying love for the movie “Jab we Met”.

No really, it isn’t just “oh, its decent enough”, or “harmless”, or “time pass - One time watch” flick as far as I go, I am totally, madly, deeply in love with it!

The music rocks of course, and I can be found belting out “Mauja hi Mauja” at the strangest of times, all the while struggling to get the lyrics right. “Tum se hi” is my total mushy, OTT romantic number. Its just so sweeeeeeeeeeeet!

Ok, ok, you get the point. But one more, how can anyone not love “Aaoge jab tum saajna”…lovely!

And I just adored that movie, the story, the funnies (moments), and can you believe, I actually liked Kareena Kapoor in the film! That’s a first. I guess this is what they mean about the movie being bigger than the stars sometimes.

Not only have I got the DVD, but tune it at least once a fortnight, to either watch a song or some scenes.

I don’t know why I love the movie so much. I mean, its likeable enough, but I can continue to watch it numerous times, endlessly. That’s a bit too much, even by my standards! Don’t know, may be its the package, may be the feel good formula, don’t really know and don’t care enough to analyze. I just like that film a lot!

And one last confession: While I know a lot of people got irritated by Kareena’s OTT character, in some strange way, she reminded me of myself from college. Not the looks, and not the chatter, but the innocent youthful optimism, yes. The need to follow one’s heart and be completely existential, YES!

 

 

So there we were, Dusty and I, having a drink at 13th floor minutes after I reached Bangalore.

I had a great time, enjoying the company and the view from, well…the 13th Floor. Dusty excuses himself and goes away for a bit, and I find the girl on the next table talking to me suddenly.

She: I love your perfume. Can you tell me which one it is?

Me: Ummm.. let me remember ( 2 beers down)… Its XXX…

She: Sure? Smells like YYY…

Me: No, I am sure

She: oh ok! How do you guys know each other?

Me: We’re blog friends…we blog and have been interacting online…and now we’ve finally met!

She: (wide eyes) Blogging? Meeting for the first time!!! Ok… No romance and all no??

Me: (hurriedly) No No, I am married!

And then it struck me. Why the hell do I need to justify to this stranger that I am “married” and hence my “virtue” is not in question? I said we are blog friends, didn’t that suffice?? Do I need some other approval on my married tag?

Was it “wrong” or “unusual” that I was out with a male friend, just having a drink and talking? Do all people who go out with the opposite sex, need some sort of sanction which makes clear what their boundaries are?

As far as I was concerned, I was out with a great friend ( male/female not really the point), who took me out and made me have a great time…why would anyone (least of all a stranger) worry about what relationship we had?

And me?? I always keep the gender flag flying high….why did I need to suddenly defend my intentions and make it clear that we were just sharing a harmless drink? As if saying “I am married” equals “I am innocent”?

Socialization, I guess. That affects the best of us. Yes, the ones who’re apparently big on gender too ( Read: me)! That which made me react in this way without thinking. Feeling the need to suddenly make it clear what relationship I had with this man.

I am blessed, for I don’t need to tell my Boy what I am up to at every given point in time. He doesn’t raise an eyebrow at the fact that I am out drinking with a person of the opposite sex, when he’s not around. He and I have numerous friends and we love hanging out with them…no insecurities and no suspicions. The fact that this stranger was out of line in asking such a question is material for another discussion…

And so, realizing my folly, I immediately turned to her again, and said brightly,

“About the romance?? well, could be. Don’t quite know yet”

Take that, bitch.