My aravali express ticket was waitlisted at WL1 even at 6 pm yesterday. So, I decided to do the fun thing and cancelled the railway ticket instead of the airline ticket :P (i had already made up my mind to fly to Bombay anyway. This just made it a guilt-free trip.) But I really like flying to Bombay when I don't have a connecting flight to mangalore. I get down at 8 and I take a cab to lower parel. I am as clean in Bombay as I am at home. And, I get to load up on a morning homey breakfast too. It is like I am going to work from Baroda. Imagine if I had a 1.5 lakhs per month salary. I will definitely fly home every weekend. On second thoughts, may be not. I love trains too. Anyway. I think my hormonal cycle is at its happy-high point. Because I am not all teary eyed despite spending so many hours per day at offside. Who knows, I might even get used to champa miss precious some day because I get to be with him, see him, talk to him, brainstorm with him, be friends with him. Okie, flight take off. More later.

I am in Baroda. And, boy, is it fun! :)

I have a whale of my time with my mommy and daddy! I just wish my dad were a little more sensible when it came to his career! Otherwise,  they're fun to spend time with, hang out with, share my L'Oreal fun with, share everything with! Obviously, they are  my parents and I HAVE to like them! But, I genuinely like them! They're cute, they're ALWAYS there, they are proud of me, they love me, they are one of my TOP people! I REEEEALLLLY wish my dad and his job issues didn't exist, because then, life will be less weighty, less scary, less on the tenterhooks wondering about all the calamities that can befall us at any given point in time! He is very good at regretting things but not as willing to or clear about changing things. Sigh.

Moving on. I met my darling babies. Dear god, I love them. I love them with my  whole heart. They are as good as my family. And, we laugh so very much. We get stomach cramps too! Let's all talk about stomach cramps today! :P Did I mention that I love them? :D Shru brought us gifts from Goa. Cute little ceramic bangdis that became props for pics as Facebook will surely display :P I love our conversations and how we debate things we don't even remember past a few minutes. I love our MEN! Our awesome new MEN! Bataka, Rajooo and Mitesh were always around - but then men who we have fallen / will fall in love with and who we have married / will  marry - I think they are COOL. Here's why! When we posed with the bangles for pics, they were complete sports and posed with the bangles too! And some people will call me shallow because this is a very small thing, but to me it meant a great deal. It showed me how they are simple, how they are non-pretentious, how they genuinely like us, how they want to get to know us, how they want to spend time with us and participate in our craziness! I also love how our two newly married girls bring them along any time that we meet, because they are part of us, too! And I love how they come - because they have all the freedom in the world to refuse - but still, they come! I love all of this - the new dyamics, the obvious and very real closeness, and the incredible warmth of laughter and shared friendship that only these special people can infuse into my world. Thank god for BBA and Convent. Thank god for LOVE.

And, Discount District. I have remodeled it. My current company helped me do it. It is a virtuous circle. And HE likes it. He is as much on fire with the new ideas as I am. We make such a good team. Damn him! Ha ha. This is how I shall always speak about him. As of now, I have made peace with the fact that he shall always be around, no matter how much I try to run away from all that is him, because he is DD and I am DD and DD is something we both won't give up because we want to do it for each other for various reasons.At least until the little snitch Miss Precious comes back from her UK soiree.

:) Baroda rocks.

Dear Colossally Confused Idiot

Why do you look at me when I turn around to look at some thing else? Why are you so darned curious about everything when you always realise I want to reveal nothing? Why do you want to explain when I don't want to hear what you have to say? Why do you always forget what you have told me and then pretend to have never said it? Why do you want to KNOW? Why did you follow me outside?!! Why can't I concentrate on what you are saying because I am too busy trying to quell my "thoughts"? Why are you such an asshole? Why do I still like you? Why do I always end up seeing beyond your asshole-panti to all that is SO GOOD about you!  Why do I not look beyond you to people who are ready to shower all the things I want from you on me? Why do I LOVE brainstorming with you! Why do I feel totally alive when I am with you!!! And WHY do I want to HELP you??!!! Arrrghhhh!!!

Love
My Silly Loser Brain.

P.S. I love everything about you more than your dumb Miss Precious with her wannabe pics can EVER like you! And I GET you more than she ever will!

P.S.2. One game of tennis and you have stomach cramps??!! Ha! Old man you have become! I'd have kept you young! :P Pooah Miss Precious and her tennis-playing stomach-cramping boyfriend! May they talk about her PMS and his tennis-induced cramps together! FUCK YOU BOTH.