T-shirt

So, I am at Palladium and see a pretty girl checking out clothes at Vera Moda. She’s wearing a white t-shirt which had this written across the front:

ALL THIS AND BRAINS TOO!

Lol, interesting isn’t it!

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The very mention of it makes you roll your tongue. Thirst suddenly hits you.

Tequila was the first alcoholic drink that I ever had. The thrill of breaking the good-girl's-code who doesn't drink was first broken when I had a swig from a 60ml shot glass. It burnt my insides.

We were in college then, and in our innocence, even a single shot of tequila was equivalent to more than just a drink... it was an expression of freedom; of breaking the rules... (something we'd seen our dads do) and that was... to have a drink. That's how you know you're now a grown up... you can drink.

Ever since then, you've had the most amazing of memories associated with that magical drink. Of course, some other friends have joined mid-way; there’s the sophisticated looking wine, there's the rum & coke, there’s the beer, there's the ill-fated too-many-vodkas-in-one-night, there's the whisky which you hated the taste of initially...

Of our most special memories (since we turned 21, that is), quite a few are those when you raised a shiny little glass over the top of your head with some salt on the back of your palm and a lime slice between the fingers.

There was that late friday evening when you wished to greet the beginning of a weekend with a couple of tequila shots at the local adda with your closest friends.

There was that hot thursady afty when you wanted to relax with a chilled pint of beer.

There was that lady’s special wednesday night when you could spill it all out with vodka and the girl gang.

There was that fine silent night when you wished to drown someone else’s existence with a glass of rum and coke.

And then there was that night when you celebrated with ordering for a Antiquity for each of your friends.

We all might have the idea of good or bad, right or wrong, happiness or sadness, celebration or grief, relaxation or anxiety, freedom or constraints. Irrespective of that,what matters to me is the feel, it’s the light-head-feeling that keeps pulling me back to it. I drink to get drunk..

PS: Mummy ko nahi hai pata :D

Snow

I am in London. I have been here for the last 8 days. I had awesome fun with Anish.

Anish lied to his parents and came to London with me so that we could see the place together. He had to lie. These days its jhoothe ka bol bala, sachhe ka muh kala :D

London is a nice place or it was nice ‘cause Anish was there. One fine day when he was walking me to work he asked me “Would you like to stay in London?” I said, “I would, if you’re with me.” Now that he’s gone back and I have one more day here I realized I don’t want to live here. London is lonely and cold, weather-wise and otherwise.

I have never seen snowfall, I was hoping to see some when we went to Edinburgh, which is beautiful, but it was plain cold, chilly, dry but no snow. I was packed- two layers on legs, 3 layers on top, cap, gloves and overcoat, how the women out there roam around in shorts is beyond my understanding :-/

This reminds me of a sweetest little conversation I had with sweetest little girl, Sanjana, about a year ago. So, I used to ask Raju Bhaiya if she remembers me after I came back from Reston. I wanted to speak to Sanjana but she wouldn’t talk on phone. She would put the phone on her ear and listen quietly but wouldn’t utter a word.

That had become the routine. On one such one sided conversations, Sanjana took the phone from Bhaiya and ran away. I could hear her little footsteps on wooden floor. Bhaiya picked up other line and said that she’s taken the phone away and she’s staring out of the window. He said he’ll call me in sometime if it gets disconnected and went after Sanjana. I heard Bhaiya screaming, “Sanju beta bua se baat nahi karni?”

There was complete silence from her side and here I was repeating one line endlessly: “Sanjana baby what happened?”

Then the best thing happened. I heard Sanjana whisper into the phone-loud and clear

“Look Son-bua….it’s snowing….”