On the road

No, I haven’t been thrown out, as the title seems to indicate. My predeliction for misleading and vague titles is already known, so I won’t bother explaining.

For the few of you out there who might be wondering where I am, here’s a status update. I have come back from the most awesome weekend spent travelling over a few states. You can have total non-stop fun with your college mates, no matter how long after college you are meeting up. And wherever you go , realisations plague you. So here they are in sequence –

# I was never one for flashy cars. And then I saw, and rode in, the Mitsubishi Spyder, with the car-top down. Since then I have fallen head-over-heels for convertibles. I so, so want to own one all my logic for stable, sedate, efficient cars has flown out of the window.

# I really, really regret not being able to dance. Really dance, that is, not wave an arm or two in the air. ‘Coz that I do, and call it dancing. A 25 yr old gal and a 4 yr old angel have put me to shame with their exuberant dances over the weekend. The sadness of it I’ll never recover from.

# And yeah, I attended a wedding and had total fun. Pigged out on good Indian food, had Mehendi on my hand, dressed up, visited temples, took loads of snaps and so on. So all you folks out there, please get married fatafat and do not forget to invite me.

# Also, I have developed a fascination for Atif Aslam’s “Kuch Is Tarah”, and have heard it 5 times already in the day. Ah, road trips have a way of doing that to you.

This week in news

An update of the last two weeks (yeah, beacuse i have nothing better to write about) :

1. The new iRiver Clix which i had ordered arrived. It’s one pretty baby, though i havent synced it up completely yet.

2. Have been playing games now that summer’s here. Throwball, and once, basketball. I am proud of meself (And whatever misconceptions i had about the correlation between height and basketball were just blown away. This ’shortie’ shot 3 baskets that day.)

3. My room-mate lost her handbag and her house-keys with it late one night. So we reinforced our door from inside with a couch (you know, thinking up all conspiracy theories at night like “someone stole the bag. They now have the keys and the address. Whoa!!” ) all other furniture having fallen woefully short of our expectations. Yeah, dragged it against the door, tested the combination from the outside, dragged it back again to let the ‘break-in simulator’ ( i am a s/w engineer, am bound by complex rules demanding i use such words ) come in and finally laid it to rest for the night against the door. The couch, i mean. The next day when the lock couldn’t be replaced (due to a combination of weird reasons which if i started explaining now, would cause you all to yawn and close the browser and snooze gently) we just went ‘whatever’ and propped up two bean-bag chairs against it. Never was any fortress more assiduously defended!