then maybe you should stop eating !!!!

No more alcohol. No more ciggerates and no more fucking chocolates/desserts for me. PUHLEASE !!!!

I saw I saw I saw, Kareena Kapoor, Karishma Kapoor and Yana Gupta. Kareena Kapoor looks pretty but dresses ugly. Karishma kapoor looked liked a skeleton and Yana Gupta wore a pair of joggin tracks, a tube top fand a bandana for christmas brunch.

And I !? what did I wear !? Blush. My fake energy denims with a black striped gap shirt and my red underwear, 'twas the christmas brunch afterall.

We went to the Taj Lands End for the christmas brunch. Got there at half past 12 and left sometime awfully close to 5.00 !!! Which means, I ate until I wanted to puke. I drank until I wanted to puke and I smoked in the non-smoking section the of The Vista [Vista's!?] until I wanted to puke. I ate everything from the Lamb chops to the turkey. The tuna salad to the gobi. The mashed potatoes to the rissoto. Veggies tossed in olive oil to drumsticks in something oil. I ate the pork and I ate the chicken. I ate the gobi and I also ate the broccoli. I even ate the zuccini. You get the picture, right !?

No you dont. Because after I ate all of that, I ate the desserts and I even ate the fruits and then I ate some more dessert. Please blame the Chocolate Fondue Fountain and the sticky gooey brownies. The chocolate creame cake and the plum cake. The chocolate mousse in small small glasses and all of those tarts.

No, the 5 glasses of champagne ddnt help either.

In my defense this is all spaced out over 5.5 hours. So it isnt all that bad, right !!? Ofcourse not, only if the previous night I wasnt drinking 0 .5% grape juice and 99.5% vodka, a drink made by the closetlalk idiot at the guppies place. Only to be followed up with several rounds of drinks at the Zenzi bar with cee and s, topped by Pav Bhaji, Idli and Chickoo Milk Shake at 4.00 am at Amar Juice Centre in Juhu !!

Somewhere along yesterday's brunch

me:- Seem's wanna go get dessert !?
S:- ummm, lets wait for a while

5 mins later

me:- Seem's wanna go get dessert !?
S:- look of disdain, okay - lets go.

me:- *burrp* Seem's, I think I might wanna puke. *chomp chomp*
S:- [looks at my plate which is stuffed with desserts] Well maybe you should stop eating then
me:- okay
Steward:- Sir, would you like another glass of champagne!?
me:- Errr, sure. Could you also get me some more of those brownies !? Please

and then I met "R" for a bit where I once again ofcourse had to servings of Coconut water.

Burp !!! Wish y'all a Merry Christmas and Happy Holiday's !!!

an update ...

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh.

I quit my job. I am no more a slave to the family business. For now I am a full time interior designer who has no work. and to know that I am not going to get a paycheque on the seventh of every month is a fuckin unnerving.

I hate being poor and that is exactly what I will be, for the next few months.

A dumb ass sindhi boi who quit the family business in pursuit of happiness. As you can see, I am still living in la la land.

the words of the father:- you do what you want, its your call. dont expect me to support you financially. if this is what you really want, do it.

-gulp-

for now, I begin freelance feature writing for a design magazine and the fuck face that I am, I havnt even discussed the remuneration with em !!! Oh, when will I learn.

for this "R" will go, its not about the money, its not about the money. Believe in yourself, you have the passion, you will do good. So if I dont, he for sure is buying me that civic I have been wanting cuz the father certainly is not.

The trials and tribulations of this life. This vexatatious life.

oh be damned u staright moron !!!

She called me this morning.

She got engaged a few months ago and is supposed to be getting married somewhere in 2008. Ofcourse, "is supposed" conviniently became "was supposed" and 2008 became 2007. The end of 2007, she said or maybe midyear 2007.

She held my hand tight.

" I know, I cant imagine you gone. Can you not move to Australia !? " .. I asked

She held my hand tight.

She called me this morning. It's April, 2007. The month is fixed.

Doesnt the fucking world realize !? Its FUCKING APRIL 2007 and its fucking three months away.

I am not sure, I am ready yet. I am happy. But not happy. not just yet.

Stupidufckingmoron. she.

April 2007. Its fuckin 3 months away.

Bannnchooood and Ialso stand corrected

wokay then .... anyone wants to get their house designed !? banchooooood !!!

and

My dearest friend and dramaqueen in tow, brings to my notice, a person cannot "adorn" an object. It's incorrect english :)

Thus, I stand corrected. Banchooddddddd !!!!

ugh !!!!

will someone pleaseeeeeee, pleassee for the sake of humanity tellme, why .. just why would someone who has designers and stylists at such luxuriance for her disposal adorn such an ugly/fugly/loathsome pair of booots.

puke.

oh dear, why dear. no dear. yes dear

belave me dear
plis dear
come no dear
fun will come
come, let us rock
o baby, c'mon let us have pleasure
do you have place
I have vehicle dear
me top
u bottom
no dear
oh hello dear
so dear?
i am lookin for long term dear
one nite stand only
belaave me dear I'd only like some beer

p.s:- my lassi smells like egg.

of randomness and other such things.

Theres a bottle of mazaa thats there in a rack besides my desk. God alone knows why !? It keeps looking at me.

I bought two more books. What is with fucking books and me. I have bought books over 15k in the past month. All interior design related ofcourse. I havnt yet broswed through a single one in peace yet. Worst of all, I ddnt need them and *gulp* I dont really have the money.

That bottle of mazaa keeps looking at me.

I went to cheero's. Whats with the hype !? The place is really so-so.

I finally met a certain someone I had been speaking to for the longest time. Things werent as rosey as predicted.

Cee, is the new merry poppins and his prop being a bottle of water. Saturday night saw me go ummmmm a lil crazy at the geebee party. Since over 30 faggots went, O M G you have lost soo much weight, I allowed myself some alcohol in copious amounts Towards the end of the night, I was ofcourse drunk. If rumors are to be believed, I squeezed myself in between some two counters and sat there. I do know, I broke two glasses. And at some point, I fell down as I was dancing and laughing and laughing and dancing. Nishant my friend called that my snake dance.

So, cee-the-bottle-holding-nanny, kept following me around the geebee do. I would slyly escape and run into some unseen corner lookin out for known faces who'd let me sip some alcohol from their glasses and just as I would find a candidate kind enough to give me somemore alcohol, cee would appear out of nowhere thrusting the bottle of water in my mouth. He did that all night. Cho chweeeeet no !?

I am bored of my hair. Oh so bored that I think I am gonna do something nasty to entertain myself.

I cut short my four day weekend. My parents are on a sulk-a-thon. My mother she walked into my room, again in my absecnce as she took some frnd of hers on a guide-a-tour of our house. She found cigerrates in the balcony. Found clothes scattered over the room and a packet of condoms. Unused, prolly way past the expiry date condoms. That sorta explains the sulking, doesnt it !?

And the motherfucking mazaa bottle is still staring at me.

"come to meeeeeeeeeeeee babieeeeeee"