A new day just flies away, across the universe

Monday morning. The day which most people dread, be it office goers, school children, home makers, everyone! But here I was, trying to reach work as early as possible. I couldn't wait to get to office. I couldn't sleep. I had to be at my desk as early as possible. I've been thinking of a few pending issues since saturday evening, which spoilt my entire weekend, and left me helpless. i couldn't do much about it, but still I was thinking of it. I am never this way. I always forget about work while am getting outta the office. I don't think about work while I am with family. Suddenly I did not know what went through my head. I was thinking of one such pending task, and damn it stayed on in my mind the whole bloody weekend. I was dying to get to my desk and make a few calls and get this damn thing outta my life. And thats what I did.

I reached work at 7AM this morning. And well, understood that I cannot disturb anyone at that unruly hour. So finished all my work by 9AM and bingo...call time! I called a few people in Chennai, and got my work sorted out. And this is the only day of the week I have in Delhi. I am traveling to Chennai tomorrow to coordinate an Indo-Jazz fusion show this Friday. Since I would be the main sponsor for the event, and since I am bringing in the artists to the store, I need to get everything organised. Be it free passes, banners, hoardings, coordinating with the organisers, the works! And to top it all...coordinate media meetings! Which I so totally hate. Thankfully I have a PR agency that will help me out in Chennai. But you know how it is.

Anyway...now that sorted out. However, I am waiting and I am trying to get myself prepared for all last minute crises. Am sure something will erupt. Which technically means freakin out more and spending less time with mom n dad. And I hope the rains in Chennai don't play havoc. Please be nice to me. I have spent an enormous amount of money for this show. Please be nice. Please please please...

Gastronomically satisfying Diwali it was...

It always meant waking up at 4am, applying oil on the head, taking a quick bath at 4.30am, wearing absolutely new clothes (meaning removing the price tag at that point), and doinga tiny li'l puja, and then off to bursting crackers. And of course, not the forget the sumptuous 4 course meal, accompanied by various sweets and savories, all home-made. Then going to all neighbours and relatives homes to distribute sweets, hog hog and hog a li'l more. Watch television all day! And voila, diwali was over. Well, this was how my diwali was spent till the time I was in Chennai, with my folks.

Now, I've moved on. Or thats what I thought. However, this diwali, I couldn't sleep. Or watch television. I woke up at 4am, and too bad I woke B & T as well. And how much T growled after that! Oooh my god! Anyway, I did the same things my mom used to do. I, for the first time ever, made a full course South Indian meal. I, for the first time, did not crib about anything. Food was made before 7AM, (Oh, and also the gulab jamuns!!!!!!!!) then a quick puja, and then off to a close by temple, and then a fab breakfast (again South Indian), made by ME! B thoroughly was shocked. He also remarked, hey you are turning to be like your mom! And I go...what? don't be silly! Anyway, all that done, we start our "visit friends and relatives" spree. Oh my god! when technically means..a sort of delhi darshan again and more eating and hogging. ANd the worst part was I forgot to pack my dabba of hajmola! And I couldn't smoke...which made matters worse. But hey, its kinda bad to say no to sweets on diwali day, right? So I decided to binge. Which I did till late last night.

So boyfriend, and friends, and everyone...do not make fun. I have gained a few kilos. Which makes me extremely chubby and cuddly. Hmmm....

When a friend turns into a relative...

Oh no! I tell my mother. How could someone manage quadruplets??? I mean no offense, but handling one child is a herculean task in itself. I am talking from experience. I know how difficult it is to manage a two year old, who as of now takes pride in excellent vocabulary that stuns me most of the time, and an energy that could give steffi a run for her money.

It was a bright wednesday morning. I was sitting in the living room of my tiny apartment, looking outside at the trees and the people getting into their cars and rushing to work. I am having my second cup of black coffee, reading the morning papers. My parents were visiting me, and I had nothing to take care of. I knew that the breakfast would be ready by the time I woke up, I knew that the chores had been completed, or lets say the instructions have been given to the maids to take care of the chores, and the plants watered. I was in no hurry. Mom gets her cuppa coffee too, and sits next to me. I was pleasantly thrilled to talk to her in the morning, since I had an easy day, and I wasn't breathing down my neck. Dad was busy with his own thing on his computer. There we start off. And all conversations with mom, usually end up with mom complaining about how inorganised I was when it came to home affairs. But this morning was surprisingly different. She almost was raising a toast to the impeccable child upbringing skills. I was happy to hear that. Yes, my naughty two year old is a delight to be with. She would take one by surprise all the time. And you wouldn't even know.

Anyway, our talk starts. She tells me about this relative of mine who has given birth to monozymous quadruplets! And i go...WHHHHAAAAAAATTTTTTTT??? Are you freakin kiddin me? What? How? Where? When? I skipped the Why bit. Which technically means I am related to my best friend?? Which technically means that my best friend is no longer only my best friend, but also a relative?

I couldn't wait to tell her. But still I took my time. I knew she was busy. Anbd I wanted sometime to digest this fact. But couldn't keep it to myself any longer. And so I sent her a very casual message saying...BTW, we are related. Bang in a minute I get a call from her. It was such a funny feeling. And we just couldn't stop laughing about it.

As a friend says..."Can't you tambrams keep your hands off each other???" Well..what can I say?