On a Rainy Day

My kid brother narrated to me, what he called, a non-veg joke for the very first time a few days ago. Now you may have read about my brother in a previous post of mine. If you haven't, go take a look here. And even if you have, you might as well take a look still, just for basic background info.

Here's how the conversation went, more or less.

Deep (that's my brother, for the uninitiated) - Didi, wanna hear a joke?

Me - Sure, go ahead.

Deep - Well, i gotta warn you, it's got explikit language.

Me (a little worried, but trying not to show it) - Deep it's not explikit, it's explicit. You pronounce it like an 'S'.

Deep - Aah okay. Well anyway, you wanna hear it?

Me (a little reluctantly) - Yeah okay. Go on.

And then, as you will have it, he proceeds to tell me an extremely silly joke with, yes, a lot of profanities, thankfully in English (i have no idea what i would've done if he'd told me one with Hindi swear words). I will spare you the joke.

I force out a weak giggle, which unfortunately encourages him, coz then he asks me if i'd like to hear another one.

I decline the offer, using the dire need to make a call right then as an excuse (rather weak i know, but i was clutching at straws).

Whew, i find it slightly hard to hold a conversation with Deep these days without discovering something new about him (as well as myself for that matter. for instance, the fact that swear words could make me cringe. that was new)

Anyway, i saw Ocean's Thirteen today. Pretty nice movie, much better than Twelve. Brad Pitt looks a little jaded (but then i never liked him much anyway. always preferred Tom Cruise). George Clooney is hot as ever. And Al Pacino is fabulous. Worth a watch.

Am reading A Hundred Years of Solitude at present (along with H2G2 of course). Heavy, but very entertaining reading. My first book by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. Now i realize what the hype about him is all about.

Wonderful weather today. After catching the movie we drove around for a while. It was really nice. Delhi looks so pretty when it rains.

I'm all talked (or shall we say typed) out now so i'm gonna stop.

Until next time, goodbye and yes they do get the diamonds (hah ruined Ocean's Thirteen for you. :-p).


[ Added Later - Forgive me for the lame title. I'm not at my wittiest best right now. :-D ]

Of Procrastination, Blasphemy, Dares and Shopping

I've been feeling real lazy lately, so much so that blogging actually seems like a chore (okay sacrilege, blasphemy n all that but i don't really care). Anyway, i've been feeling a little guilty about that, so i'm gonna write a reeeaaaaal long entry today (or i'll try real hard at least). And since i don't really have anything to write about in particular, it's gonna be long-winded, boring, disjoint ramblings. So you've been warned.

My uncle's wedding is coming up in july. So people at home have been shopping like there's no tomorrow. I never thought i'd say this, but i'm a little sick of shopping now. I flatly refused to accompany mum today for what must be the millionth shopping trip in the last couple of weeks.

I really enjoyed the first 3-4 days of shopping, mainly because all my stuff was bought then. :-p
I bought 3 saris, beeaaaauuuutiful all of them. And yes i'll spare you, i'm not gonna describe them in minute detail, though i'm extremely tempted to do so. Tell you what, i'll describe them in a footnote, so you have the option of not having to read it. I also bought a lovely pair of very delicate sandals, and gave a salwar kurta for stitching. So basically i have lots of very pretty new clothes AND a new pair of shoes. :-D

What actually made me nearly lose my mind was the marathon jewellery shopping that happened yesterday. We left home at 12 noon and came back at 8 in the night! 8 frikkin hours! Dad was sick by the end of it, i started cribbing at about 3 o' clock (which resulted in mum asking dad to buy me something. Now i'm the proud owner of a very pretty pair of star shaped gold earrings. They're tiny and extremely classy), and mum had a lovely time all through.

Another thing which i thought i'd never say (what do you know, it's been a week of revelations), but i'm quite sick of going out everyday. I haven't been home a single day (well except for today) ever since i got back from Ooty. If it's not shopping, it's meeting up with friends, watching movies, eating out and well just hanging out in general. And now i'm heartily sick of the whole thing. I'm gonna stick around at home for a few days. Sleep, read, listen to music. Cut down my talking-on-the-phone too. I have to admit, i've been yakking on the phone waaaaaaaaaay too much lately. One of the very few times i agree with mum.

Oh incidentally, The Kiterunner in a brillaint book, and right up there with my other favorites. I'm gonna buy Khaled Hussaini's new book now. The man writes wonderfully.

These days i have nothing new to read, except some old Archies that i dug up, so i'm rereading the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy again. And rediscovering Douglas Adams' sheer comic genius. Though i still like P.G. Wodehouse better anyday, but Adams comes a close second.

While we're on the topic of books, i wanted to ask, how's Kafka? I've never read anything by him, but i've heard he's supposed to be pretty good.

Anyway, right now (and for the next 48 hours) my profile name on orkut is "Why do girls suck?". Wondering why? Well it's a dare. Wondering why that particular name? That's too long a story, and i'll tell you guys about it in some other post.

Wondering why i'm so stupid to have actually accepted an inane dare like that? Well the person who dared me agreed to keep a name which i'd come up with if only i kept this one as mine. And it was a little bit of a win-win situation for me, coz he'd already kept two (quite unflattering)names which i'd come up with without making me do anything. Presently he's known as "Deep down, sex scares the shit out of me!". :-p

I can go on longer, but i feel like reading H2G2, so i'm gonna stop (heaving a sigh of relief aren't you?) and I'm gonna let you continue doing whatever you were doing prior to coming to my blog.

Until next time, goodbye, and remember, the solution to all your problems is 42.

Footnote : You really thought i'd forget about the footnote? Hah, wishful thinking. Alright, so the sari i'm going to wear on the wedding is a kora silk. It's deep pink in colour, and it's sort of got two pink shades. The border and the 'aanchal' have delicate gold work on them.
The reception sari is a black kanjeevaram. It's a very light kanjeevaram, almost sheer. And it's got maroon and gold work on the border and the "aanchal', and very light maroon designing on the whole body, few and far apart. Let's just say it's one of the most beautiful saris i've ever seen. It's absolutely gorgeous.
Okay, coming to the third one, it's meant for a function which bengalis have in the afternoon, a couple of days after the wedding, called 'boubhaat'. It's a purple cotton sari, very simple, and very pretty. :-)

All in all, i'm very happy with all the saris. :-D

(I'm not gonna describe the salwar kurta (not yet at least), coz i don't feel like right now.)

Unintended Sabbatical

O-kayyyyyyyyyy, so the reason i haven't blogged in a ve-ery long time is because

1. I wasn't in town for about eight days. Had gone to ooty. Absolutely lovely place, had a nice lazy family vacation. Nearly wept when the pilot told us it's 47 degrees in Delhi.
2. My net was on the blink till today. Almost went nuts, honestly.

Well that's that, and well, i'm back. About a month of hols left. Looking forward to college, but sure as hell not looking forward to the results. Unfortuntely the two seem to go hand in hand. Stupid technicalities.

Started reading this brilliant book yesterday, Kiterunner, and haven't been able to put it down. It's absolutely amazing. And now that i mention it, it's lying in front of me and practically calling out to me.

So what i'm gonna do is, i'm gonna cut this post short, and i'm gonna go read Kiterunner, and i'm gonna write a proper post next time round. What you can do is, you can take a look here. SO WHAT if you couldn't go to Bangalore???? All hail youtube! Who needs a live concert when you've got Aerosmith singing for you right on your computer screens.

*tries to believe what she's just written is in fact completely true but fails miserably. regrets being a delhiite for the very first time in her life (no wait, what about the roger waters gig? and the rolling stones? and iron maide......oh what the helllllllllll) and bangs her head against the screen*

Goodbye all, i have a rendezvous with the Kiterunner.