To a very special someone. not.

They say you don’t miss your water till it’s gone. Reckon truer words were never spoken. Over the last 1 week in office, I have noticed very peculiar behaviour from a man who sits across my cubicle. If I may be immodest enough to say, I think I have just managed to acquire for myself, a creep! This man I talk about has a routine that I am fast becoming aware of. Every time I read the newspaper, he comes and asks me what’s “new”. Well, it is the newspaper, and it is supposed to report new stuff everyday but I render it prudent to reply with a constant smile and head shake “same old, same old”. He has also been exceptionally quick at adding me on IM and talking to me about his personal life. In 2 days that he has spoke to me about his sad pathetic life, he must’ve told me how “lonely” he is at least once every hour and that he has “no company” to explore Bombay at least every two hours. Smooth. Not.

This man, as he has been kind enough to tell me, has a wife and 2 kids. Now because I am such an amazing person and like to see the positive in everyone, I would like to believe he just wants to make frandship with me. However, the nagging bitch in my mind still asks why he isn’t out there making frandships with mards his age as opposed to ladki log! Anyway, sitting through his life and family history, I came into office today prepared to nip the conversation in its bud. No bhaiyya, I don’t want to know about your life, your food choices or how lonely you are. No. But dash it!! He wasn’t there today! Now initially, my heart soared at the possibility of not having to sit through his “BOARing” sermons (yes, that’s how he spells bore) about himself but as the hours passed I realized I was feeling boared! Very very boared! I think I didn’t even realize but he became an important part of my daily routine and now he was gone and I had no one to creep me out. You know how heart wrenching it is when you are sitting and reading the paper and someone doesn’t crawl up to you to ask you what’s new?? Sigh. Every time I saw his empty chair from across the cubicle my heart was saddened by how lonely I felt!

So this goes out to the creep in office, come back. Who knew, life without having you to give me fodder to bitch about would be so boring.

What should have been my Season's Greetings

There are a very few things am proud of, one of them being the fact that I have owned up to probably everything I have done in my life. Somehow, in my second year in Manchester, I realized nothing good could possibly come of pretending to be someone I was not. It was simple, I wasn’t a wild child but I loved my vices and I loved the scandals these vices brought with them.

I think one of the reasons why accepting these events was easy was that I had the most amazingly understanding friends. They all realized this was who I was and accepted and (some even) adored me for the way I lived life. It stopped being about my mere existence from one day to the other but about what more had life to offer (In no way should this statement be taken to imply encouragement of risqué lifestyle. That call is yours and yours alone). I had decided when I left Manchester I should be able to say ‘been there, done that’ without regrets.

Sadly, some regrets I cannot control. Apparently living your life the way you want brings with it difficult choices to be made. Have I been selfish? I would say yes! But then if I had to live my life the way someone else saw it, I wouldn’t be living my life now, would I? However, after living it up for two years I have come to the conclusion that at 23, my life as I know it had to undergo some changes.

The good thing about UK was that no one cared. Somehow, my business was just that, my business. In India however, that is never the case. Never before have I seen so much interest sparked in others by what I was doing. Being under scrutiny the whole day would send anyone into overdrive and I’m no different. It made me look at my life with a fresh perspective and I realized that I had now amassed more scandals in my life than “Rakhi ka Insaaf”. Probably now is a good time to start getting rid of the skeletons in my closet and to accept that my life in UK is a life I left behind a long time ago.

So this 31st when I begin my new year, my new year’s resolution is to remain scandal free in 2011. Anyone who witnessed my nye last time knows that when I say “begin my new year scandal free”, I mean the end of any and every complications. To all those who have been a part of my life and its exciting times, I guess this is the end of the road for us. It’s a new year, a new me and a spanking new clutter free life for me. Your stay in my life (in most cases) was appreciated but as of now I want you to leave,kthxbai! And to all my friends I love nonetheless, wish you a Merry X’mas and a Scandal – Free New Year, much love xx