What to do, what not to do

Before people start worrying that I probably died of depression, or boredom (which I swear I will, if I do one more of these reports today), I thought I will prakatofy and give darshan.

So right now, it is 4:19 PM and I have another hour to go before I head to the gym. I miss the gym, considering I missed gym quite a bit during last week. To add to the blasphemy, I also injected preposterous amounts of high-in-taste-and-calorific value items into my system. What to do? Mom was here, and I was depressed, and I am sure you all know what Moms do to cure their daughters of depression. Feed them. And then feed them some more. Result; a very unfit feeling me.

But I am going to the gym today. And I hope to duck from the glares the instructor is sure to pass towards me, and rush into the changing room, get out and quickly get on to the elliptical trainer or the treadmill or whichever is available, and huff and puff away for the the next 20 minutes. It will do me good, hopefully. And burn away at least one of the tiniest squares of the 3  Bournville bars I consumed in the past one week. Let’s see.

In other news, I have found extremely useful ventures to keep myself busy during weekends. Like I am a lot into social work these days. And I have started entrepreneurial ventures too. To give a little more insight, I have now taken upon myself to provide the 320 souls on my Facebook account, their daily dose of laughter, by sharing all and sundry videos, which I suddenly have all the time in the world to watch. Either that, or at least I give their eyes good exercise. You know, rolling your eyes keeps them healthy? Yes, that way.

On the entrepreneurial front, I have started another game on Facebook, very similar to Farmville. Now before you go ‘ Oh God! Not again!’ or ‘like’ the ‘If you send me another Farmville request I will set fire to your farms and kill your cattle’ group, let me clarify, I do not add neighbours, or send gifts, or request gifts, or publish my achievements. I only play. Yes, so this game is called Retail Therapy. Ah, now you know. So here I have this boutique sorta thing and I basically order and sell clothes and shoes and bags. Yes. And of course, I decorate my store, and hire people and do all kinds of fancy business stuff  which is definitely not what I am doing at my real job. It helps me while away time.

Only, I have this one issue with it.  See, in Farmville, if you don’t harvest your crops on time, they wither away. In Cafe World, if you don’t serve your food on time, it gets spoilt. So guess what happens when you don’t unpack clothes you ordered on time in this game? Well. I would have guessed, nothing. But here, they catch flies. Seriously. If I go an hour later than the stipulated time to see if my order has arrived, I see dirty boxes, and flies swarming all over them. What nonsense. Seriously. Now I am without money, without clothes to sell, and a half done wall, the other half of which I can’t afford. Bugging.

I also am watching a lot of random movies on TV, which would not have seen the light (darkness?) of my room, if The Dude hadn’t been away. I was last watching Pardes, followed by Kuch Kuch Hota hai. And I have some new realizations. There is a reason Mahima Chaudhary did not make it in Bollywood. She has the most irritating voice ever. She can compete with Aishwarya Rai, when it comes to shrieking shrill voices. The only scene where her voice made sense is when she is talking on the phone from US with her Dad in India, because there, you are allowed to shriek, ISD calls were quite unclear back then.

Kuch Kuch Hota hai. Oh My God. I have kinda gone through phases regarding this movie. See, when I saw it first, I was in Class 11, and I was super-bugged that Kajol leaves Salman for SRK, who along with his daughter ( excruciatingly painful to watch that kid, expecially in the scene where she prays for Kajol’s wedding to be cancelled, Ugh!) should be given Selfish characters of the century award. I hated it. And then, all my friend convinced me that it was the right thing, because he was her true love, blah blah. A few years later, I was kinda ok with the concept. And now, I am again back to hating the whole story with all vengeance because, accept it, it sucks. Totally. One tight slap.

Anyway, I have no clue why I gave you a synopsis of age old Bollywood movies. Explains my state of mind. But like I said, I am well. And I’m alive. For all the concern and love and affection you guys gave through the sad phase, there is some bit of good news at the end of this very very disconnected post. So The Dude returns in a week. Wait. WAIT. He returns, but only for a week. Then he travels to London for a month. So that is not that great, but I get to see him, no?

Ok. Part two of good news. Hold your breath. No, I am not pregnant. So yes.  A week after he goes to London, guess what? I join him for a week! Yes! Yay! I have been dying to tell this, but I am a very superstitious person, so I was waiting to get the visa, tickets et al. So Touch wood, Touch wood, Touch more wood. And that’s the week of his birthday too, so yay me! I have something to look forward to in life after all! Ok, now I am grinning at my screen and that is not good for my professional reputation.

That’s that. It is now 4:51 PM, and I am all set to work that flab off! Be back soon! Happy week y’all, Monday’s almost over, so smile already!

P.S. Please excuse the title of the post. I have just been humming the song from Rangeela all this while, and for the lack of anything better, translated it for my very original title. Thanks for understanding.