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March 15, 2009
Sex, Drugs and Rock'n'Roll
Work
She was sitting in the car discussing work with her new-found friend when her phone rang. It was her manager again.
"Hello, where are you right now?"
"I am in a car going towards the office from a training in Antwerp."
"Uhm, weren't you planning to work from Antwerp?"
"No."
"Listen, are you driving?"
"No, but..."
"Okay, great, could you work from the car then? We need to get the excel ready for a call in 20 minutes."
"Okay...But..."
"Great. Talk to you later."
She listened to silence on the other end and kicked herself for her inability to say no.
The others in the car looked at her and mouthed. "Wo-rk?"
She nodded her head and pulled her laptop out to make suitable adjustments to the model.
Sex
The phone ran for K, another girl in the car.
"Hey, darling. Yes, I am going to London. I will meet you there."
K listened to the other end.
"Yes, babe. I am going out with Richard today. He is a geek, but he's blonde and tall and hey, maybe he is improved!"
It was an interesting one-side of a conversation alright.
M, the driver and She exchanged a look. "Wow, a paragon of male-hood."
M made a few catcalls in appreciation of the pure awesomeness.
K was still continuing, "But she's such a bitch! She doesn't like me. Okay fine, darling. Kisses."
She was curious now.
"So, tell me, K, you're going to see your boyfriend. AND you have a date?"
M made some more catcalls.
K was giggling now, "Nah, he is just a guy I slept with. It didn't work out"
M and She got a little uncomfortable at the turn of the discussion.
K continued blithely, "So are you girls single?"
"Well, we're both not in a possession of a life. But, uhm.." said M.
K was excited, "You know! You should got for training sessions. I met so many guys there who just wanted a one night stand. You can get these vibes they are throwing out."
She gaily chattered about the men with M and K, silently wondering about what these vibes were and why She never understood the first thing about it.
Drugs
She walked down the footpath, carefully avoiding the cracks in the cobblestone. She'd finally gotten used to wearing her 3-inch heels after a few days of tottering gracelessly.
Two men walked towards her. One of them lit a joint. Her habits kicked in and she took a deep gulp of air. She really hated cigarette smoke.
They walked around her and She exhaled. On the next inhalation, She could catch the whiffs of marijuana in the air. It smelt just like Amsterdam.
She didn't condone pot either, actually.
Rock'n'Roll
Saturday evening. Absolut vodka, Fanta and some chocolate chip cookies.
She gulped down the alcohol. She really didn't like it enough to sip it. Her habits were dying slowly but surely.
The music was loud, and the landlord was annoyed.
But She didn't care. Alcohol usually caused her to expound on philosophy. Today it was Sufism and the monotheistic religions.
One day, She will write a book.
She was sitting in the car discussing work with her new-found friend when her phone rang. It was her manager again.
"Hello, where are you right now?"
"I am in a car going towards the office from a training in Antwerp."
"Uhm, weren't you planning to work from Antwerp?"
"No."
"Listen, are you driving?"
"No, but..."
"Okay, great, could you work from the car then? We need to get the excel ready for a call in 20 minutes."
"Okay...But..."
"Great. Talk to you later."
She listened to silence on the other end and kicked herself for her inability to say no.
The others in the car looked at her and mouthed. "Wo-rk?"
She nodded her head and pulled her laptop out to make suitable adjustments to the model.
Sex
The phone ran for K, another girl in the car.
"Hey, darling. Yes, I am going to London. I will meet you there."
K listened to the other end.
"Yes, babe. I am going out with Richard today. He is a geek, but he's blonde and tall and hey, maybe he is improved!"
It was an interesting one-side of a conversation alright.
M, the driver and She exchanged a look. "Wow, a paragon of male-hood."
M made a few catcalls in appreciation of the pure awesomeness.
K was still continuing, "But she's such a bitch! She doesn't like me. Okay fine, darling. Kisses."
She was curious now.
"So, tell me, K, you're going to see your boyfriend. AND you have a date?"
M made some more catcalls.
K was giggling now, "Nah, he is just a guy I slept with. It didn't work out"
M and She got a little uncomfortable at the turn of the discussion.
K continued blithely, "So are you girls single?"
"Well, we're both not in a possession of a life. But, uhm.." said M.
K was excited, "You know! You should got for training sessions. I met so many guys there who just wanted a one night stand. You can get these vibes they are throwing out."
She gaily chattered about the men with M and K, silently wondering about what these vibes were and why She never understood the first thing about it.
Drugs
She walked down the footpath, carefully avoiding the cracks in the cobblestone. She'd finally gotten used to wearing her 3-inch heels after a few days of tottering gracelessly.
Two men walked towards her. One of them lit a joint. Her habits kicked in and she took a deep gulp of air. She really hated cigarette smoke.
They walked around her and She exhaled. On the next inhalation, She could catch the whiffs of marijuana in the air. It smelt just like Amsterdam.
She didn't condone pot either, actually.
Rock'n'Roll
Saturday evening. Absolut vodka, Fanta and some chocolate chip cookies.
She gulped down the alcohol. She really didn't like it enough to sip it. Her habits were dying slowly but surely.
The music was loud, and the landlord was annoyed.
But She didn't care. Alcohol usually caused her to expound on philosophy. Today it was Sufism and the monotheistic religions.
One day, She will write a book.
March 06, 2009
Verb-ose
Reading: Mindless, trashy, chicklit. Just because I can.
Singing: A variety of tuneless renditions of The Bee Gees.
Smiling: About absolutely nothing.
Smelling: The gorgeous spring.
Loving: This city I live in.
Sleeping: Like a log. But to the time zone in Singapore.
Working: On absolutely nothing.
Wanting: To go across the road for a nice walk.
And yet...
Feeling: Like just walking away from it all.
Singing: A variety of tuneless renditions of The Bee Gees.
Smiling: About absolutely nothing.
Smelling: The gorgeous spring.
Loving: This city I live in.
Sleeping: Like a log. But to the time zone in Singapore.
Working: On absolutely nothing.
Wanting: To go across the road for a nice walk.
And yet...
Feeling: Like just walking away from it all.
March 01, 2009
Served hot: Severe case of writer's block
Aka, no words worth penning down!
But, I'll call you. Someday.
But, I'll call you. Someday.
December 24, 2008
Analysis & Overanalysis
Of late, I have been getting two charges levelled at me.
1) "You overanalyse every detail!"
2) "Stop feeling like you are responsible for everything."
Just too hard to let go, isn't it?
What do you think? :)
1) "You overanalyse every detail!"
2) "Stop feeling like you are responsible for everything."
Just too hard to let go, isn't it?
What do you think? :)
December 14, 2008
Red Tape is Winding Round Me
Or How can a small country bug the hell out of me?
Scene 1
Unto them was born a daughter in the autumn of 1984. Big Brother was temporarily not watching as the gunshots rang out in Delhi and the Iron Lady fell. But, Maj. and Mrs. George's attention was held instead by the little fist that clenched their fingers.
Her mother stroked her little curls and said contemplatively, "What should we name her?"
The Major was in deep thought. "Well, it is but tradition that we call her Susan after your mother and George would be her surname. Of course, we wouldn't be real Mallus if we didn't have a name that rhymes with her sister. It wouldn't be satisfying."
It was thus decided in a hospital in the city of Patiala, Punjab that I would be named Shruti Susan George.
A mouthful.
Scene 2
I grew up and by 5 years of age had acquired my first passport. It was the cause of many weird glances when at the age of 12 I went to Singapore, looking nothing like the cherub on the first page.
The passport expired in 1999 and it was time for a new one. I finally got it- pristine and the blue covers gleaming- not knowing the mauling it would be getting in the next 10 years of its existence.
Scene 3
While the passport saw a few South Asian and Middle Eastern countries during the first 6 years, life had taken its owner from school to engineering to the Well Known Institute of Management between Jayanagar and Arekere. Life saw a few more turns and I found myself destined for a consultancy and working in, of all places, Europe.
The Firm took care of the work permit and in June I was in Brussels, the capital of Europe... searching for a home.
Ixelles, it was then, 1.5 km from office, nearly 100 m2 of house- fully furnished and ready to empty my bank account every month.
Oh god. I hadn't learnt yet!
Contd
Scene 1
Unto them was born a daughter in the autumn of 1984. Big Brother was temporarily not watching as the gunshots rang out in Delhi and the Iron Lady fell. But, Maj. and Mrs. George's attention was held instead by the little fist that clenched their fingers.
Her mother stroked her little curls and said contemplatively, "What should we name her?"
The Major was in deep thought. "Well, it is but tradition that we call her Susan after your mother and George would be her surname. Of course, we wouldn't be real Mallus if we didn't have a name that rhymes with her sister. It wouldn't be satisfying."
It was thus decided in a hospital in the city of Patiala, Punjab that I would be named Shruti Susan George.
A mouthful.
Scene 2
I grew up and by 5 years of age had acquired my first passport. It was the cause of many weird glances when at the age of 12 I went to Singapore, looking nothing like the cherub on the first page.
The passport expired in 1999 and it was time for a new one. I finally got it- pristine and the blue covers gleaming- not knowing the mauling it would be getting in the next 10 years of its existence.
Scene 3
While the passport saw a few South Asian and Middle Eastern countries during the first 6 years, life had taken its owner from school to engineering to the Well Known Institute of Management between Jayanagar and Arekere. Life saw a few more turns and I found myself destined for a consultancy and working in, of all places, Europe.
The Firm took care of the work permit and in June I was in Brussels, the capital of Europe... searching for a home.
Ixelles, it was then, 1.5 km from office, nearly 100 m2 of house- fully furnished and ready to empty my bank account every month.
Oh god. I hadn't learnt yet!
Contd
November 17, 2008
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