nahiiiiiinnnnnnn !

I am doing a check, for how many of you actually went "nahiiiiiin" each time you realised, I hadn't updated. Extra points to those who jumped off balconies. Consumed rat poison [with that skeleton sign and poison scribbled in devnagari script-fontsize-42-for added effect]

Rumor goes, gutterspace - when she reloaded the page for 113th time and realised I hadn't blogged, she ran, ran like her life depended on it from her-sea-facing-13th- floor- swanky office [sans her chappals et all] to marine drive and screamt nahiiiiiiiiiinnnnnn. All this, in her white mango linen [yes, they ARE linen] shorts which she bought right after she went - "oh, I am broke, I have no money, just 200 rs". Sweet girl, she. Too much drama though, no?

I am told, casablanca, yes she who scribbles on the wall, she tore her passport in frustration. Flung her employment pass in anger. And went she "nahhiiiiinnnn". Embrassed yet frustrated, she ended up going for a haircut to feel better, so she got a hair wash, shopped, put on a classy[read:slutty] dress and got drunk. For what happened after, I take full responsibility.

Because sweet girl, this casa. She's even buying me a ticket to singapore.

And then she, the scouty pouty scout. She went - chamak chamak chamak. Her version of nahiiiiinnnn, if one must accept it. She screamt aloud. She wept. She wept some more. Then she lost it. Shrieked the shriek of horror. So bad, that her cabbie banged the car. Freaky, yes. She got em stiches, reconstructive surgery even and then got a new fringie haircut.

Only, if she'd have gone nahiiiiiin. But hell, we like her. We'll accept chammak instead.

and then the pri

she's busy saving turtles this girl. writing, forwarding emails to ratan tata. apparently for a whole 4 seconds she ddn't switch on direct tv. with a blank look on her face, she just stared into oblivion and then muttered a meak nahhiiiin. O' wait, thats they stray cat that went meoowww !

this pri, apparently she's still staring at a blank teevee and every now and then she goes - gheuntak, benchod. Sweetie - it's NAHHHIIIIINNNN ! yana rascala this pri !

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No, I am not dead. Yes, I know you don't care. But I am now resourcefully employed. - shriek -
I wake up at 6.00 am, hit the gym. Ok fine, I only did that today. Hit the road by 8.55 am, get into work by 10.00 am and then to make my life feel better I shop like an addict everyday. I am like every other indiviual on the road now. An ordinary citizen. No more special. Just like you, you and you, I have driver issues. 7 drivers this month, so much so I am convinced, I AM THE FUCKING ISSUE NOW. I have a shopping addiction, but I still need shoes, running shoes, shorts and a few gazallion clothes.

I lost 8 kilo's, now fit into waist size 4" smaller than before and wear small sized tee shirts. As of today, my body fat % seemed higher than i like to think it is, but that probably is thanks to the mangomilkshakes I have been consuming as if they were running out of fashion.

And no, losing weight has not led the world to percieve me as sexy. I am still SINGLE and very much asexual. Ok fine, I got laid four days in a row. But I am not the kinds to kiss and tell. BUT FUCK THE ISRAELI was hott.

So if you havn't gone nahiiinnnn, shame on you. Go buy me a ticket to bangkok. I think instead of spending the money I do not have on clothes in Mumbai, I should just fly to bangkok, shop like my life depends on it. Like 20 pairs of shoes, a few 1000 tee shirts and other such things, so then atleast I wont feel the need to shop for two weeks after that.

Anybody know a shrink !?