10 Reasons why i should forget about D (an addendum to my list from 2 years ago.. if i remember correctly the number of reasons was somewhere in the 70's..)

1. He is a mallu (still a valid reason! :))
2. By some chance he should know that i am in the area, but he has made no attempt to be in touch
3. He backed out the cowardly way – via an sms
4. There is a possibility that both of us would have changed since then and we no longer find the same qualities appealing
5. He is the married-with-two-kids-and-a-white-picket-fenced-house type of guy.. i prefer the ‘hot guy + beach house/mansion + doggy = great relationship’ equation
6. Do i trust him the way i used to?
7. *shit this is difficult*
8. Towards the end, it was difficult to chat the way we used to chat – maybe that feeling still prevails
9. *getting there*
10. Too much history?

There.. thats 10-something reasons to let go..

One bitch.. i have to make one bitch about my bday.. out of all the bitches i want to make i decided to focus on just one bitch (a small attempt to be naice.. which has been a struggle these last few weeks)

Claws out, narrowed eyes, raised voice.. here goes..

There are people whom i have know since i was born and there are people whom i have know since i developed my personality and there are people whom i have know since i started working.

In the natural scheme of things, one would assume that people who know me for longer will respond more personally and meaningfully to my birthday. But in my screwed up version of life.. it was my work colleagues who made my birthday special, my friends from varsity who made me smile and my family who made the obligatory wishes.

Isnt it sad that my boss knows me well enough to give me a voucher to Exclusive Books and a handbag (something i wanted to buy since last year but either didn’t have the time or i was too busy procrastinating..) anyways, it was sweet and the effort was meaningful.

On the other hand, Pramod give me a voucher to Woolies! Here are the sub-bitch points on this issue:
1. Woolies clothes dont fit me
2. I dont like the Woolies style
3. Its a fucking impersonal voucher that he bought the afternoon of my bday! Does he not know ANYTHING about me, that all he can get is a voucher??!

On the same vein, but with a twist.. enter Nischy and Anuscha into the picture. Instead of a voucher, they asked me what i would like. This is very sweet of them – i can get something i like, not something like the Woolies voucher (which is the equivalent of giving me pots and pans). Yes, its good to get something i like and no, its terrible that u have to ask me what i like – its just as bad as the pots and pans. Even if u cant think of anything i would like, could u not have made the effort to at least get me something generic? Oh.. and cherry on the top was Nisch asking if she can put the money in my account and i can just get the pressie myself.. because she doesn’t have time. Great cousin eh?

Some highlights was Kuni’s msg, the msgs on orkut, Ajay’s msg and Steve’s phone call.. btw he still wuvs me! :) i hope to God that i will trust the guy i marry half as much as i trust Steve. And it was also great to see the ppl who came to visit that evening.

My first bday with the family wasnt as special as Appy thinks it is. In fact its a bummer. Not that i was expecting that much.. but cos i was let down with the little that i wanted. Its not the pressies are bummed me out.. its the THOUGHT and EFFORT that was lacking from people who are supposed to know me well enough.

Onam. Whether it is pronounced oh-nam or aw-nam, Sunday was fun.

What started about 3 weeks ago rolled into a blur of a weekend to end sort-of abruptly on Sunday

Yeah, we had the practices and the frustration, but in the end it was an awesome day.

Friday started off with practice until 3 in the morning. Thats where Jay with the gigantic arms did his gay policeman act, I decided that a certain kid was cute, played pool against Manish and hugged a very sweaty Big George (or was that on Saturday? Anyways, it was physically evident that he put a lot of effort into the dancing).

On Saturday, the beans and onions were chopped up, a to-do list for the next day was drawn up and the kid was still cute. Iby took me for a spin in his car.. bludeh maniac driver. He can control the speedmobile, but I still prefer Pramod or Anuscha’s driving at 180kms.

The blokes were drunk during Saturday’s practice – which left me craving for a shot of vodka.

I turned 2 kgs of raw chopped up beans into delicious coconutty-fied beans thoran in about 2 ½ hours, and took another hour to make the rice.

Gkept me company so it didnt seem that bad to be cooking by my lonesome. We had a fat chat (again) and he let me know his ideal chick is someone who seems strong but is in fact very vulnerable :) awww.. if he wasnt kinda obvious I would have awwwed him in his face. No, it is not my intention to be mean (sarcasm is my best defence) but there is something not quite black and white in our interactions. Don’t want to put my finger in it just yet.

Went to sleep at 2 in the morning.. but was excited and a bit apprehensive for Sunday. But it alllll went wellll.

There are some moments that stuck out in my mind; some highlights of the day that make me smile.. :)

Firstly, the play – I loved being the only chick in the play. And my role as Pollikutty was just so totally me! I loved pretending to be so shy, sometimes with attitude (dont know if I managed to pull of the attitude though), loved the karele dance where I was in front and the first chick to be noticed. And the photograph with the guys was pwetty kewl too. The only downside was during the credits – they could only come up with Anpu Sunninghill!

Pollikutty took her role right through to musical chairs! I didnt think people would make such a big fuss cos I didnt want to play musical chairs.. when Vinodcha came towards me I really thought he was going to pick me up and carry me to the circle of chairs! It was cute and kinda getting out of hand when Moosa and Pollikutty had that ‘endearing’ screaming match.. Anyways, I didn’t win musical chairs.. my behind got booted out by Sara’s hip! :)

Lol.. towards the end of the karele dance, Aju joined Moosa and Pollikutty in their lowwe moments around the tree. Poor guy looked so clueless when everyone else disappeared and it was just the three of us and the tree!

Another interruption came from Big George.. he was in consorts with Jay and the other blokes.. they decided that they would add some authenticity to the club scene by doing their own dance number across the stage. Imagine George’s surprised face when he boogies onto the stage and half way across, he realizes his mates are still in the wings laughing at him!

Then there was Jay with the big arms who kept calling me van der Merwe.. I cant remember what he said to me.. just remember the van der Merwe bits..

Food was dee-lis-cious.. never thought Indian food could taste that good.. but anyways.. I pilled my banana leaf high with rice and curries.. but didnt get to finish it.. I blame a lot of people.. everyone except myself :) First there was Brite and Matt sitting across the room staring at us while we ate. Which might not be bad.. if Priyanka and I were not the only chicks (and people) still sitting, and I wasn’t the only one with a banana leaf heaped with food. I offered Matt the banana as an appetiser if he really was that hungry.. but he preferred to sit and drool from the other side of the room.

Something I enjoyed was serving the guys their food.. methinks some of the dodgy blokes were checking out my feet.. but it was naice to offer pickle and potatoes…

I also enjoyed being the DJ while the guys played musical chairs.. loved the complements on my dance, Pollikutty and the forced praise on my beans thoran. Oh yeah.. and I didnt ask Nischy to taste the beans thoran cos I didnt think she would be interested.. I really did think that she was too busy trying to organize everything to bother tasting my beans.

Anyways.. the day was really really kewl.. esp since I was expecting it to be a bummer.. methinks it was cos I was busy the whole time and didnt have time to sit around and wait for a friend. But having the spotlight was right up my street.. and next onam should have just as much attention and busyness as this one.


PS Pollikutty has entered the house ;)
PPS End of Sunday the kid was still cute :)