Wednesday, February 25, 2009

So, how's it going?

Ok, first things first - fundamentally, nothing has changed. And frankly, I don't expect it to. The big picture (whatever the heck that is!) is going to remain the same, and there is a reason for that.

Oh, by the way - sidenote - any one who knows me even remotely well knows that I am for the most part an unemotional twat. But they would also know (and now, so do you!! ... oh joy) that I have a hard time letting things go. I always obsess about the small stuff in life, and hence it is obviously going to be the little things that I am going to continue to miss for a bit. Yes, not only do I have commitment issues, I also have separation anxiety. My God ... I almost sound like a psycho Urmila from that movie she was in with that Tipu Sultan's son (whose name I cannot recall and who, incidentally, is quite Fugly, don't you think? ... the son, not Tipu). But, I digress.

So, coming back to le grande image ... the flatmate (who, on this blog, shall forever be known as the flatmate) moved out not because he got sick of me (though that is a highly probable reason ... HAHAHA ... as if!!) - even though that was postulated by dear KK - but because he is taking the next big step in his life. No no no, he isn't getting a sex change operation or anything - he is ... *drumroll* ... getting married!!

For those of you who thought he was married to me and I have either taken to the bottle and/or gone to a mandir and bajao-ed the ghantis in front of the bhagwaan ki murti, saying "Mere saath aisa anyaya kyuuuu?", I would like to clarify that while you are completely incorrect, you are not entirely alone, as evident from N's and Chet's (catty) remarks.

N: You realize he's been your longest relationship till date, don't you?

Chet: I hope you are not sending a dead rabbit to the newly weds!!! Like fatal attraction...Lol...I so think you should ask for alimony??? :) hehe .. Btw, in addition to the alimony, I also think you are entitled to 10 - 15 % of the bride's dowry !!! How else are we going to cover your rehab costs?? :)

Yenyways, as I was saying - the major things won't change ...

Another sidenote - I had a long argument with my officemate (the slurpy Chinese) today about how relationships between friends do not have to take a turn for the worse once they get married. His contention was that there is no other way for them to go. I countered by telling him that he didn't know what the hell he was talking about, and then proceeded to tell him about T and S and the fun I always have with both of them, at which point he shut up - which could have been because he realized I was right, but was most likely because my stories went on for about 20 minutes, by which time he must have forgotten the point he was trying to make. In either case, that showed him! Hmph. - end sidenote.

... And the reason I am quite certain of this is because while I was never looking for a BFF (I'm using these cool acronyms now - N tells me it's what all the hipsters are into!! ... yes, surprise surprise that he should know!!) in my roomie, by some twist of fate I managed to find one. I've always been closest to my friends from school, and they're kind of the yardstick against whom I compare all my other friendships (I told you I'm weird with my commitment issues!). And the flatmate is most certainly up there with my nearest and dearest school pals.

Now I'm not going to get into how we got to where we are and all that nostalgia (remember the part about me being unemotional?), but suffice to say that he has been the one person here who knows more about me than any one else (even after I found and removed the hidden cameras he had put in my room!! ... ok he didn't - this was a cheap attempt at sabotaging the marriage, since I recently found out that Mrs. Flatmate - I need to come up with a better name for her! - reads my blog as well. Ughh ... that frikkin separation anxiety once more .. sheesh.), and still continues to be my friend. And that is all that needs to be said on the subject. For now.

But since I have gone on for quite a few paragraphs without getting to the point of the post (perhaps I should look into a career as a politician?), here it is:

While I don't feel alone even after him having moved out ... which is mainly because I have gotten myself a new flatmate - let's call him NF for now - and who, thank the Lord, is highly normal and fun ... things feel different in the sense of them being missing. Here's what I've noticed thus far. (Yayyy ... list time)

- The kitchen light is not on in the morning, and the coffee stain from the spoon is not on the counter.
- The smell of agarbatti is missing as I head out to work.
- There isn't a guitar strumming somewhere far-away (I had learnt to block out the sound such that it didn't seem to be coming from the next room :D)
- I can no longer spot the blue Altima when I look for it in the usual places.
- Star Trek isn't playing when I enter the house in the evening.
- He's still available to hear me rant about the crap I have had to put up with during the day, but not in person. (My God ... I do sound married!!)
- I haven't snapped my fingers and said ... What To Dyuuuu or Whuuts The Plan ... in some days.
- The dishwasher hasn't been loaded as if it's been done by someone with no sense of symmetry (he's going to kill me when he reads this!!)
- The ridiculous imitations and random quotes he's used to doing and saying, but which always crack me up.

Well, so that's how it's going for now. Not too bad for three days, right?

Sunday, February 22, 2009

This isn't goodbye, right?

I read someplace that if we continue an activity for 21 consecutive days, we become accustomed to it.

The flatmate moved out today.

I had stayed with him for 1512 days.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Oye ... what a memory!

For some reason, I suddenly remembered this one song we used to sing in school. Come to think of it, it's rather apt for my life at the moment. Then again, it probably would be the same for any time in anyones' life, wouldn't it?

Yes, I have typed the whole thing in Hindi font, hence proving once again (not that universal truths need proof) that I am highly super cool.

I totally remember the tune as well. In fact, I can almost see Mrs. Garg's hand go in that chop-chop-chop motion as she directed all the kids to keep pace with the harmonium.

Sing along!!!

ये वक्त ना ठहेरा हॅ

ये वक्त ना ठहेरा हॅ
ये वक्त ना ठहेरेगा
यू हीं ये गुजर जाऐगा
घबराना कॅसा?
हिम्मत से काम लेंगे
घबराना कॅसा?


सागर के सीने से
पाऐ हैं जब मोती
कभी लहरैं आ जाऐं
घबराना कॅसा?
हिम्मत से काम लेंगे
घबराना कॅसा?

ये महक गुलाबौं की
महकाती है गुलशन
कांटा कभी लग जाए
घबराना कॅसा?
हिम्मत से काम लेंगे
घबराना कॅसा?

ये सुख दुख जीवन में
आते और जाते हैं
दुख पहले आ जाए
घबराना कॅसा?
हिम्मत से काम लेंगे
घबराना कॅसा?

Sighh ... nostalgia!

Nine things I haven't done in a long time ...

... where long time implies a period of roughly three years.

1. Written an actual letter - using pen and paper.

2. Cry.

3. Gone on a proper roadtrip.

4. Thrown a surprise party for a friend.

5. Had a major fight.

6. Jumped about in heavy rain.

7. Had a staring contest.

8. Made someone cry - at least I hope not!

9. Been in a relationship.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Speaking of cobwebs ...

Did Chimpoo return this morning? I thought so. I happened to look up (why the hell am I always looking around while taking a shower?? ... I think I should never have watched Psycho!!), and there was a little black blob on the side wall. Now I obviously could not make out whether the spider had girly or boy bits, so it could just as easily have been Charulata. But it was most certainly staring down at me. Such fun ... a new friend ... perhaps this one would turn out to be a tarantula, I hoped once more.

And then s/he started to walk up the wall. Trot trot trot, it went. Even though I had overslept and was already running late for work, I continued to observe the spider even as that nursery rhyme sprang to my mind (I do hope you will sing along!) ...

Itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout ...
Down came the rain ...

And I splashed a ton of water on the little thing and watched it slip down the drain.

The end.