Sweet Home Alabama, oops, Ahmedabad

So when this lady at the-counter-where-I-get-my boarding-pass asked me if I have any seat preferences, I wanted to say 'Next to Mr.Cute Guy pliss?', but ended up going 'window, if its possible', which it wasn't, for that matter. I am always very unlucky when it comes to my seating in journeys. There was this time I had actually managed a window one, but then Auntyji decided to encroach upon mine, and I was too sweet to say anything. I normally remain very psyched through air journeys and so it doesn't really matter. Plus I can just catch glimpses of the outside anyway, unless of course, Uncleji decides to hog it all to himself. The weird part is every time I have an aisle seat, Unclejies and Auntyjies next to me have to use the lavatory multiple times during those 85 minutes. And then the Hedonistaah has to wake up from her psyche-induced slumber, and shift and blah and bleh. You know about all those movies and novels where they have the female lead sit next to a cute guy, and then they get talking, and so on and so forth. Never happens to me. Only Us and As.

Mom was faint with super high BP yesterday. 100/150. And to think she normally has low BP. And do you know why? Because moi was to travel alone. Sheesh. We are a family of highly emotional fools.

My Math tutor at the JEE coaching place was all "OMG, you have become even thinner! On a diet or something?". And I weighed myself at the Doc's today. 52!! EEEEEEE. So I am back to 52. And so I binge. For a month. Yay.

Breaking News:

My. mom. is. teasing. me.

With. a. guy.

Never. before.

Help.

PS - I love waking up to texts. *hint hint nudge nudge*

Just another face in the crowd

Sometimes the seemingly most innocent and innocuous statements stimulate the extremest of reactions. I remember a friend writing to me, in a particularly sentimental letter about how once my saying "Khush raha kar" had touched her deeply. I remember thinking this wasn't what you would call the quintessential tear-jerker super-awesomely mushy statement which would get you all emotional, and definitely not one which you would expect people to remember you by. But as I now stood, clutching desperately onto the phone, with the familiar warm voice cooing 'Try and be happy, beta', I realised how much something like this affects you when you know how you are fighting your way through the day, the hour, the moment. How difficult it is to maintain a bright and cheery exterior when your insides are tearing away at every smile you fake. How it feels to fall down and have nobody's hand to pull you up, but your own. And how you try to survive solely on the distant hope that you'll be visiting home soon. Sheesh. 'Visiting home'. Going back home. Where I belong. And will always.

Bulletin-II

I got my saree!! Its an orange-and-pale ochre chiffon one, and I think it looks beeyootiful(Of course, that's why I bought it in the first place). But it was fun, the whole shoppin' spree, they always are, but today's was better, with everybody fawning over me as if I was the bride. There's this one guy who drapes anything you even remotely like around you, while the other guy goes 'Didi, ye bahut unique piece hai, aappe khilega'. He even said 'Aapka to safed rang hai, sab jaega'. SAFED?? I am wheatish in kind words, but white?? Hello, even my mother wouldn't say that! And, oh yes, my mum was all 'thoda english colours dikhana, you know, pastels'. Lol, he knows pastels, alright. And as I write this, another War of the Words with the TBF. What is this salty thing on my right cheek? Oops, a tear.