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How real it could be?

October 14, 2009 Alice 6 comments

We managed to get on the flat top of the strange looking place. Although the climb was a little more than a 5 storied building, it did not leave us panting. Climbing it was rather fun with the nice even slope, but I am sure Elf wouldn’t agree.

It was beautiful, the sun was high up in the sky, yet one didn’t feel the heat. There was steady breeze, neither hot nor cold just perfect.

Just then I saw these HORSES galloping, oh where they beautiful!!! Three of them, white, and two browns. As they got a little closer I realized that they were much larger than the regular horses, much, much larger. Oh! How I wanna ride them. Although I am shit scared of horses because it’s really difficult to keep the balance, one just keeps tumbling on either side of the narrow seating saddle. BUT THESE, Oh these horses had nice WIDE backs. I am sure the balance would be much better; also their bones might hurt less with such nice thick coating of muscle over them.

I started running, following them as they had passed me and went some 100 odd meters ahead while I was musing about riding them. I was running, pulled in by their magnetism, forgetting the rest of the gang or rather not knowing if they were following me or yelling for me to stop.

I reached a strange looking ruin of some man created fort of sorts. It was falling apart and was clearly not in the books of ancient art history or precious monuments because there were creepers all over it and was black with years of battle with the hard hitting weather. It was still very beautiful, in a very crude sense of the jungle, it was beautiful.

The horses disappeared, Oh Shit!! Now What Do I Do?!?! I have no idea where to go from here or how to go back. CRAP! I looked around and saw a narrow path, very faint, but it was there. Went ahead and saw a sharp turn, I believe it’s a narrow entrance in the structure, caused by some fallen loose stones of the wall. So reluctant but strangely determined I peeped inside, saw wild flowers and trees all over. It was jus the same inside as it was outside. So I walked in, went about aimlessly, being in awe of the beauty of the untouched jungle.

I heard rustling of dried leaves or maybe (just maybe) it was a cheerful sound, I couldn’t be too sure, for it died out as fast as it came. I thought it came somewhere from the right, yea I guess I should check what it was. I started walking from in between the jungle. There were beautiful flowers with colours as vibrant as I’ve never seen before. I saw this bright magenta one. Oh was it Gg-oO-r-G-e-o-U-sS o what?! I had a violent urge to touch and eat it. I wondered if it was normal, aah what the heck! I grabbed one, plucked it and put it in my mouth. Oh the taste was incredible, like nothing I’ve tasted before, yummm. No wonder the bees freak out on brightly coloured flowers, they just taste So Good.

I heard the sound again, this time it was closer and it jerked me out of the magnetism of the hypnotic taste. I moved forward and could sense a lot of people, may be it’s a tribal community loving here. Oh wow, that would be fun! I moved forward, there was an opening of sorts in a wall, some 10 feet away, this one was bigger and there was a lot of light on the other side. This must be it, this is where they live. I must go and check it out. I reached and pushed myself on the other side. The sight, unbelievable as it may seem, was truly extraordinary and wonderful.

There not very far from me were the three magnificent horses and when I shifted my focus to the wide expanse of the truly dream like jungle I saw the most wondrous creatures.

There were huge brightly coloured birds, llama, giraffes, deer, and squirrels – mighty big ones too. Oh and a little further away, lazing in the shade was a Panther! A PANTHER! ohmigod was it awesome or what?!

I tried to move about soundlessly as to not disturb them and startle them with a human presence. But I had a feeling that although they didn’t take notice of me, they seemed to know I was there and didn’t mind it. I moved a little further and just then I saw the strangest of all sites. They looked like monkeys but were nothing like the 3 of them, 2 big ones and a kid. The elders were holding two trees on either side and had entangled their tails with each other and the baby was sitting on it and together all three of them were swinging oh! So much fun!

They had such peculiar eyes, perfectly round and really big – reminded me of the powder-puff girl’s eyes. There was about half an inch of bright magenta border around them. Without realizing I had moved closer to them and now I could really see the eyes clearly while they kept on swinging while looking at me. The eyes seemed to be smiling with their crystal clear shine and the magenta border. Even when the mouth was still the eyes were smiling. I could see myself only a dark silhouette in their eyes. All that running around and moving about in the jungle had surely messed up my hair.

I couldn’t stop myself from saying, although I knew that there was no way the monkeys would understand what I’d be saying, but before I could stop myself I uttered “My turn next”. I knew I said it because I could feel my mouth move but only a very strange sound came out, and something stranger happened next. The kid jumped out, looked at me with those smiley eyes and turned to look at the live monkey swing. It really WAS my turn.

iAgree

September 18, 2009 Alice 9 comments

 

“Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”

The Embrace

August 8, 2009 Alice 6 comments

Another day, another week, another month is here. Bob Dylan is still crooning somewhere. He is telling me that I believe in you. I have now gone back to the old days of thinking about people who are not really there. Sometimes I feel so disenchanted with life, what is the meaning of all this? I live, and then I die, and everything in between, does it really matter. So much pain, so much suffering, so much sadness, reaching out for a truth that must not exist. Everything is reeking of rot, it seems sometimes like everything is dead and we are only believing it all to be real. I close my eyes and rise above my little space, above, and suddenly I can see the land getting farther away from me, my little space getting enmeshed with more and more of sameness. There is no novelty left in anything, nothing seems to be fresh- we are all the same, mirror reflections of each other, only believing to be different. And yet knowing we aren’t. After all this I allow myself to be carried away by everything that is putrid and decaying. Why can I not spread more love? More laughter? More happiness? I too have become a cog in the wheel churning out more and more nonsense feeling satisfied with the selfishness of the self, of all that I think is mine. But nothing here is really mine. I own nothing, I only have something for rent, for sometime and one day everything is washed away back to shores from where they come. I feel torn apart, torn apart from the two visions I see ahead of me, the one that I see all around, of money of the riches that even I aspire to achieve someday maybe, and then there is the one that sacrifices all that for something much greater, more divine. I don’t believe in God, I don’t know if there is God. if it matters or not whether i do or not, but what about the now, the now that is screaming out for help, that is standing ahead of me with its arms outstretched begging for help, I want to reach out, spread some love, some happiness. All changes begin from the self I think, maybe if I change myself bit by bit, the world around me will also begin to change, and I shall see it again in all its beauty and splendor. Embrace life, embrace love.

Men and Dogs…! :D

May 14, 2009 Alice 21 comments

HOW DOGS AND MEN ARE THE SAME:
1. Both take up too much space on the bed.
2. Both have irrational fears about vacuum cleaning.
3. Both mark their territory.
4. Neither tells you what’s bothering them.
5. The smaller ones tend to be more nervous.
6. Both have an inordinate fascination with women’s crotches.
7. Neither does any dishes.
8. Both fart shamelessly.
9. Neither of them notice when you get your hair cut.
10. Both like dominance games.
11. Both are suspicious of the postman.
12. Neither understands what you see in cats.

HOW DOGS ARE BETTER THAN MEN:
1. Dogs do not have problems expressing affection in public.
2. Dogs miss you when you’re gone.
3. Dogs feel guilty when they’ve done something wrong.
4. Dogs admit when they’re jealous.
5. Dogs are very direct about wanting to go out.
6. Dogs do not play games with you-except fetch (and they never laugh at how you throw.)
7. You can train a dog.
8. Dogs are easy to buy for.
9. The worst social disease you can get from dogs is fleas.
10. Dogs understand what “no” means.
11. Dogs mean it when they kiss you.

Courtesy: www.lifeisajoke.com

:D

Elf, are you reading this?

May 6, 2009 Alice 2 comments

Dear Elf,

I did watch the movie today, it is called 21 grams of course, I smiled… I also read and reread the poem that is recited in it, the one by Eugenio Montejo… It goes like this-

The earth turned to bring us closer,
it spun on itself and within us,
and finally joined us together in this dream
as written in the Symposium.
Nights passed by, snowfalls and solstices;
time passed in minutes and millennia.
An ox cart that was on its way to Nineveh arrived in Nebraska
A rooster was singing some distance from the world,
in one of the thousand pre-lives of our fathers.
The earth was spinning with its music
carrying us on board;
it didn’t stop turning a single moment
as if so much love, so much that’s miraculous
was only an adagio written long ago
in the Symposium’s score.

Translated by Peter Boyle

how strange it is? Isn’t it? It took so many co-incidences for us to meet, and so many more for us not to, before. Before, when there was still time. What is co-incidence after all? It is a chance meeting of two events, people; they happen at the same moment and everything changes. So many might have occurred for us to meet, don’t your think so? They say, everyone deserves a second chance… Why can’t I have one more? Sometimes, I think I had mine, and I let it go, I gave it up, long back, when nothing was as it is now.

I want to see you happy; maybe you won’t be happy with me… But, are you happy now? Are you?

Love,
A

The Nose…

May 4, 2009 Alice 16 comments

I thought of writing this poem for a man I met sometime back who has a terrific nose. I sat and stared at his nose so hard that the rest of him sort of faded away and all that I could recall was that wondrous Greek God like nose.

Met him at a party last week,
A man of manners and sapience deep.
But what struck me most,
About our very cordial host.
Was not his person, rather his nose,
Thus, to ogle at, it was his snout I chose!

What beauty, what an artifact,
Losing all sense of propriety and tact.
I rushed to my Adonis ‘Ian bebe,
Besotted by his wondrous neb.
For this nose boy that I dote,
Are the following lines I wrote-
Thy nose is flawless, like it’s chiseled in teak.
It magnanimity nothing less, than the lofty Himalayan peak!
So sharp and so straight, so very confident of its fate.
Thy nose will make Narcissus weep, for Echo, thine can no longer keep.
Together we shall honour thy nose & make jealous all unfortunate those
Who like me in bitter woes, have been born with a flat platypus nose
But you, my love, my darling rose, shall always be known for thy nose.

Po…po…Potato…!

April 24, 2009 Alice 12 comments

Fritter, fry or boil, you may,
There’s nothing like a potato today.
Cheapest veggie you can buy,
Purchase big bags without a sigh!
With inflation and soaring tax,
Meat prices reaching their max.

Potatoes peeled washed and dried,
Fry them deep in porky hide.
Or bake it well, make a potato pie,
And take it down with bread of rye.
When short of time, rush hour it is,
Mash and mix with creamy cheese.

Summer, winter and monsoon too,
A potato can be found all year through.
Potatoes today, potatoes tomorrow,
Best thing to eat to purge your sorrow.
Hear me out, for I speak well,
All hail potatoes, they shall always sell!

Lenny and Mike…

April 22, 2009 Alice 2 comments

Lenny rode a motor bike
thinking he was zany smart
but when he was hit by Mike
he knew he was just a tart.

When you have your silk
In green and pink
Any colour will do
Except green and pink

daydream through a day
and sleep too is a reverie
because there is no other way
to see dreams through reality.

When people think you are a fool
and know not what gems you hide
should you then as a rule
protest that you are not a fool?

When there is someone to love
one who cares to hold your hand
and guide you through this life
is it only then that life finds its meaning?

Goblins at my door…

April 16, 2009 Alice 16 comments

Knocking at the door,
in the middle of the night,
at half past four
when i switched off the light
came five little goblins
with red satin caps
a basket full of clanging tins
and strange coloured maps.

I blinked hard twice
and pinched
yet could not believe my eyes
I flinched!
Goblins at my door?!?
It shook me to my core!

And then, the eldest spoke!
With his wiry finger did he poke-
“howdy miss, how do you do?
We’re the goblins of the far north
we’ve come to visit you!”

And so they marched in
right upto the den
all five little goblins
with such confidence!
When I rushed back
they told me to calm
handed me some chocolate
and an ache curing balm!

“We read in the papers
you’ve been a little low
this is not caper
to you, this we shall show
we’re your angels in disguise
here to love, not despise
lovelorn maidens we cure
of this you can be sure”

so they wished me night
off they were out of sight
again I blinked hard twice,
and pinched
I could not believe my eyes,
I flinched!

I sat upon the bed
and did all that they said
I chomped on the chocolate
and rubbed on some balm
have I lost my mind
or is this a joke of some kind??

Suddenly heavy lids overcame me
I flopped on the bed
could not think or see
off to sleep I fell dead!

25 on 25

April 10, 2009 Alice 22 comments

Vimal tagged on this one ages ago and I had conveniently forgotten about it… and today I am so bored that I have to do this to entertain myself…I have to jot down 25 random things about myself…sigh! I guess none of them would come as a surprise to you though…read on!

1. I am obsessed with my tattoo and I am thinking of getting another one soon
2. I loooveeeee to eat pani puri anywhere and anytime
3. I am an ‘adrak chai’ freak
4. I hate coffee and anything to do with coffee…ugh!
5. I love chicken biryani, king prawns and white wine
6. Sometimes I tend to forget what I was saying and have a tendency to stop right in the middle of the sentence…and then embarrass myself
7. There are times when I am laughing all alone at  work and people think that I am a freak
8 …which I accept I am
9. I prefer cars and bikes to men and I have a tendency to hoot whenever a sexy car/bike passes by
10. I am addicted  to music and I think DJ Tiesto is God
11. I revel in chaos and disorder… and cleanliness scares me
12. I am a die-hard fan of Che Guevara and Barack Obama
13. I prefer Italian cuisine to Indian cuisine and I can cook very good pasta in white sauce
14. Sometimes I have a nasty habit of screaming at my brother whenever he irritates me at work
15. I am a rebel at heart
16. Randomness amuses me
17. I love whiskey and I hate vodka and gin (they are too girlie for me…!)
18. I wish I could swim the English Channel one day
19. One day I am going to meet Paris Hilton, slap her and teach her how to spend money
20. I love to write…and I mean totally totally love to write… as long as I have a pen and paper in my hand, I think I will survive
21. I think I took up melodrama as a subject in my college as I love to do nautanki all the time and put myself in unimaginable situations
22.Sometimes I wish I was not as wise as I am
23. I love the colour black…and anything black intrigues me including shadows, b/w photography, night, etc.
24. I want to go to Cannes one day and visit the shrine of David Ogilvy
25. I have an excellent road sense and I can take you for A———–to————–B in exactly 30 minutes
26. I hate math and anything to do algebra, geometry, blah, blah…

I pass this tag to Manushi, Nikhil (I am sure he will not do it!), Withering Willow, Sakhi, Nautankey, Reema, Chiranjib, Antara, Akeshwor, Viplove, Varghese

there…! Now go entertain yourself…!

Trumpeting the Trump life…

April 8, 2009 Alice 15 comments

I’m not trying to make anyone jealous here but I have some very exciting news to share…I’m sure it’s only because of all the charitable work I’ve been doing. Well, that and let’s face it, I am kind of a big deal.

See, I’ve been sent a very special personal invitation to join Donald Trump himself at a very exciting seminar held right here in my town. Not only was I personally invited but I received 2 complimentary VIP tickets. That’s right bitches; Don and I are tight like that.

Apparently I’m going to learn about property investment and how to be a Real Estate mogul. It’ll even teach me how to be my own boss..er.. Forever.

Now, the card only had a small sample of all the great things I’ll be learning but it does put emphasis on the fact that (and I quote): “This is what I have learned the hard way, in the streets, fighting to grow my empire and fighting to stay on top”

I’m not really sure what kinds of things you learn on the streets of Park Avenue but I’m sure it’ll be very eye-opening.

I’m pretty sure the signature is authentic and the card is hand-signed, after all what better things could he possibly be keeping busy with?

Don’t worry, I won’t forget about you while I’m off living my lavish lifestyle and making millions simply by looking at buildings.

*ROTFLMAO :D :mrgreen: :lol:

Well…Well…

April 6, 2009 Alice 17 comments

Something that I had read sometime back…

It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn’t know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren’t exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don’t recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren’t really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job… and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn’t. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.

You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can’t meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you’re doing this because you know that you aren’t a bad person. One night stands and random hook ups start to look cheap. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself… and while winning the race would be great, right now you’d just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it. We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. Send this to your twenty-something friends… maybe it will help someone feel like they aren’t alone in their state of confusion…

We call it the “Quarter-life Crisis.”

Optimism has a power cut… !

March 25, 2009 Alice 11 comments

be-positive

Raging Retrospection

March 23, 2009 Alice 19 comments

Pungent madness…

Sudden theories of anger…

Recluse of pain…

Inertia in thoughts…

Abrupt pockets of sunshine…

Dark shadows of soul…

Bigotry thoughts…

Screaming lies…

Sardonic laughter…

Derisive tears…

Glimmering smiles…

Soulful afterglow…

Lonely walks…

Sorry cries…

Willful psychosis…

Sparks of fire…

Raging retrospection…

Inherent truth…

Bruised blues…

Sweaty palms…

Anorexic feet…

Panging pain…

Crushed emotions…

Bittersweet moonlight…

Howling hormones…

Haunting melodies…

Crucifying past…

Surreal light…

The forbidden fruit…

February 24, 2009 Alice 5 comments

I tried a new fruit this weekend, since I’m always on the lookout for fruits that aren’t a huge pain in my ass to prepare*. As I sprint out the door at 9.15 to reach work by 9.30, I need something efficient and easy – an orange just won’t cut it.

This fruit I tried hails from the Himalayan region of Tibet, apparently (although that part of Tibet is dry, cold at night and has basically all the ingredients you don’t want when growing fruit – but hey, I believe anything the nice Health Food Store Crazy Gawar Hippy tells me).

 

Behold the Tibetan Goji-berry!

 

Ok, now I just Wiki-pedia’d that to give you all a nice little link and got something about a Wolfberry…what the hell is going on here? Time to get Google involved.

 

I just uncovered a scandal in the fruit patch! Turns out those Wolfberry guys are selling their product as Goji berries – and Wikipedia is endorsing this! These poor Tibetan monks spend days blessing the little berries, rumored to make people happy for days (natural Viagra anyone?), and those Wolfberry growers just swarm into the US markets, labeling everything they can get their grubby little hands on as Goji berries.

 

I am shocked and appalled** but mostly disappointed.

 

Wasn’t that the worst when your parents said that to you? “I’m not mad, just disappointed”.

“Sooo…am I allowed to continue smoking pot and drinking your rye on our garage roof, or not?”

 

Where was I? Oh yes, Goji Berry “Scandal of the Century”. That’s it I’m starting a not-for-profit group benefiting the Rights of the Goji-Berry. That’s right, this is a war on Berry-imitation and I won’t stop until all perpetrators are dealt with accordingly, by being forced to eat Wolfberries by the handful. Anti-oxidant? I think not! How do like those Berries?

 

And to think, this was going to be a post about the nutritional benefits of a fruit. I’ve found my meaning in life.

 

*If it involves a knife – it’s too much work.

** mainly because I have nothing better to do with my time than look into a scandal involving mostly unheard of berries and some greedy fruit dudes.

 

 

:D

Things to do in an elevator

February 18, 2009 Alice 23 comments
  • Make race car noises when anyone gets on or off.
  • Blow your nose and offer to show the contents of your kleenex to other passengers.
  • Grimace painfully while smacking your forehead and muttering: Shut up, dammit, all of you just shut UP!
  • Whistle the first seven notes of It’s a Small World incessantly.
  • Sell Girl Scout cookies.
  • On a long ride, sway side to side at the natural frequency of the elevator.
  • Shave.
  • Crack open your briefcase or purse, and while peering inside ask: Got enough air in there?
  • Offer name tags to everyone getting on the elevator. Wear yours upside-down.
  • Stand silent and motionless in the corner, facing the wall, without getting off.
  • When arriving at your floor, grunt and strain to yank the doors open, then act embarrassed when they open by themselves.
  • Lean over to another passenger and whisper: Noogie patrol coming!
  • Greet everyone getting on the elevator with a warm handshake and ask them to call you Admiral.
  • On the highest floor, hold the door open and demand that it stay open until you hear the penny you dropped down the shaft go plink at the bottom.
  • Do Tai Chi exercises.
  • Stare, grinning, at another passenger for a while, and then announce: I’ve got new socks on!
  • When at least 8 people have boarded, moan from the back: Oh, not now, damn motion sickness!
  • Give religious tracts to each passenger.
  • Meow occasionally. Bet the other passengers you can fit a quarter in your nose.
  • Frown and mutter gotta go, gotta go then sigh and say oops!
  • Show other passengers a wound and ask if it looks infected.
  • Sing Mary had a little lamb while continually pushing buttons.
  • Stare at another passenger for a while, then announce You’re one of THEM! and move to the far corner of the elevator.
  • Burp, and then say mmmm…tasty!
  • Leave a box between the doors.
  • Ask each passenger getting on if you can push the button for them.
  • Wear a puppet on your hand and talk to other passengers through it.
  • Start a sing-along.
  • When the elevator is silent, look around and ask is that your beeper?
  • Play the harmonica.
  • Say Ding! at each floor.
  • Lean against the button panel.
  • Say I wonder what all these do and push the red buttons.
  • Listen to the elevator walls with a stethoscope.
  • Draw a little square on the floor with chalk and announce to the other passengers that this is your personal space.
  • Bring a chair along.
  • Take a bite of a sandwich and ask another passenger: Wanna see wha in muh mouf?
  • Blow spit bubbles.
  • Pull your gum out of your mouth in long strings.
  • Announce in a demonic voice: I must find a more suitable host body.
  • Carry a blanket and clutch it protectively.
  • Make explosion noises when anyone presses a button.
  • Wear X-Ray Specs and leer suggestively at other passengers.
  • Stare at your thumb and say I think it’s getting larger.
  • If anyone brushes against you, recoil and holler Bad touch!

Courtesy: www.lifeisajoke.com

Kindle This Hearts Dying Flame…

February 16, 2009 Alice 19 comments

Wandering through the darkness
searching for a source of light
walking alone through this desolate land
a land that some call life
I need to find a fire
to kindle this hearts dying flame
someone to Search inside
someone who can stand to see the pain

Chorus: So save me from myself…
And I will give you all of me
Give me a little of yourself
And I will love you endlessly

Don’t be afraid of the shadows
I have been lost in it for so long
After awhile they’re comforting
After all the feeling is gone
Give to me your hand and lead me to the light
Take me from the darkness
Help me regain my sight

I know it’s a lot to ask
and I have not much to give
All I have is love
and the rest of this life to live

Chorus: So save me from myself…
And I will give you all of me
Give me a little of yourself
and I will love you endlessly

The Amateur God’s Dilemma…

February 12, 2009 Alice 17 comments

Pausing at the garden’s edge,
my shoulders bare and shining
I look upon my handiwork:

Evenly trimmed and primped rows
of soft, cultivated summer grass,
marred by sullen and yellowish
Clumps of abandoned and disowned turf.

I pause and gaze at the heaps,
wondering whether I should continue
my labor and rid the gardens of such refuse.

I think that these untidy piles of dead vegetation
will, in their jealousy, block their more fortunate brethren
from growth and slowly
both will degenerate into
sickly beige pools of rot.
But I am no gardener and, for my ignorance,
perhaps these unlucky corpses of grass blades,
who grew too far above the others,
will nourish their cannibal brothers
into smug verdancy.

I don’t know which and, besides,
I am very lazy.
So, I pause at the garden’s edge
and merely watch to see if the dead
want anything to do with the living.

Case of my missing jacket(s)!

February 10, 2009 Alice 17 comments

I have really bad luck with jackets. Not as in I can never find one I like, or that they don’t fit or anything but in that I lose them. All the freaking time!!! Sigh!

I can think of several stories off the top of my head.

A few years ago I had this wicked mid-length jean jacket (you know the ones with the faux-fur trim – so in at the time). I loved that jacket. It was dressy enough to go with, well, dresses and casual enough to go with jeans. Anyway, New Years Eve we’re all on a pub crawl in Mumbai, boozing it up, flirting with random strangers and dancing on the tables (literally!). The party-bus driver told me my jacket would be safe resting on the bus and I drunkenly believed him. As I stumbled my way into bar three of the evening, I carelessly tossed that jacket on a seat. It would be the last time I saw it.

For a long time I refused to buy a winter coat. Maybe this is because I don’t believe in winter and if you don’t believe in something it probably doesn’t exist. Am I right? Apparently not!

Winter still comes, that bastard. So I bought a dark brown, down filled winter coat. It had a hood and was like being wrapped in a fire. Only without the unpleasant burning sensation and 2nd degree burns.

One Sunday I was pretending to play football with a huge group of people before going to a pub to watch the game. Naturally after exercising like that you’re hot and have no need for down-filled jackets so I left it in my friend’s car. Well, I ended up leaving before him – without my jacket. He soon moved to Delhi and the brown coat has never been heard from or seen since.

I have a laundry-list of poor innocent coats left behind at bars: cute little black blazer (RIP), short gray 3-buttoned wool pea-coat, brown plaid jacket, long black wool coat, jean jackets (times two), and beige corduroy blazer (I miss you).

I thought everything had gotten better. I bought a few new trench coats (including an adorable red one), a couple of blazers, 2 leather jackets, a few fleeces, a nice snowboarder coat from my parents – things were looking up.

I had gone months without losing anything. I was being responsible!

Then my home flooded with unnecessary Mumbai rains. I packed away most of the jackets (as it was not the middle of winter, I had no need for a short sleeved cape-style jacket). The rest I took with me to my parent’s house where I ended up staying for 4 months while they gutted my home and help me rebuilt it. As I unpacked my boxes after moving back into my place I realized that a few important things were missing.

All of my jackets that I had stashed away for spring/summer/fall

Every Single One :mrgreen:

I think maybe the movers stole them for their wives. Then again, maybe jackets just don’t like me.

That’s all for now, folks!

February 6, 2009 Alice 14 comments

Folks, i wont be here for the weekend for the following reasons:

  • Like Nikhil, I am making a trip as well to Chennai… and guess what? Today I am gonna be meeting Nikhil and Manushi and we might have this super cool blogger meet… :D
  • I am gonna have loads of beer, sleep like a baby and ya… also attend Ratz engagement (which is the reason why I am going to Chennai…!)
  • And I am gonna miss you guys truly… will be back in action on Monday…! Till then keep is nice and creative, dude…!