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Playing footsie with strangers is fun!

Perfect physical specimen sits opposite me. Tall, sculpted face, neat hair, clean and pressed clothes, toned arms and the clincher...he smelled just like a guy I went out with for a while in college. I still don't know the name of that cologne, but I always perk up when I smell it. It's lemony.

The problem with really, really good-looking guys in India (or I guess anywhere, really) is that they know it and they know you will notice it. (not a big problem. I can deal with overconfidence) The other problem is that the moment they start talking, they've lost my attention.

But today was perfect. He didn't talk.

I like working it too every now and then. (okay, almost every day. Why not? When you've got it, flaunt it. Ulla said I should.)

Anyway, he came and sat opposite me and there was two feet of flooring between us. Full-fledged non-verbal flirting proceeded for about twenty minutes. Pheromones work pretty quick, apparently. I scuffed his shiny shoes (sorry, dude)

I've never got someone's number without a word being spoken before. I don't even know his name.

I won't be calling him, though. I did tease, but I don't do the casual thing very well. Also, I think he might be a college student. Is 26 old enough to turn cougar?

......Maybe just one call. Just to hear how he talks.

...at least in my opinion.

This ad was created by JWT, Bangalore, for the 2006 Cricket World cup. I don't think anyone's ever captured the Indian spirit on camera like this before. Was watching some kids playing gully cricket and was reminded of it. This is what I see everyday. Well, almost ;)

Bharat voxers, remember this? Enjoy maadi! (that translates to "enjoy do" in Kanglish)

Connie made me do it!

If you could choose one ability, what would it be out of the options here?

• Combust or explode things with your own will.
• Command the wind.
• Move the earth beneath your feet.
• Phase through Walls.
• Flashstep or some would call it shadow step.
• Use forces of telekinesis.
• Manipulate water and ice.
• Shoot Lightning at your fingertips.
• Create and control fire.
• Engage in telepathy.
  

And there is a kick to this: You have to type out one short scenario of how you used it. It can be a short paragraph of a story, or a full story, whichever (of course you are the character in it) or a day to day thing with you having this special ability.And if you wish, find one picture, any picture (doesn't have to be you) of how you might be using this chosen power of yours. You don't have to find it if you don't wish to :) This part is optional.

Like I told Connie, I would have chosen telepathy, but then I'd be telepathetic.

Commanding the wind doesn't sound very ladylike.

Shooting lightning "at" my fingertips reminds me of the day I got hold of a massive stun gun. Ah...good times. No, I didn't use it on anyone. Though I was sorely tempted. Great power came with a grudging sense of responsibility. So I'm choosing this. Though I will be shooting lightning "out of" my fingertips. Electrocuted Woman doesn't quite have that special ring to it.

How will I use it? When someone really, really pisses me off, I zap them silly. Simple. (This is for my wellbeing.) And maybe I can offer myself as an alternative power source when Bangalore has one of her frequent blackouts. (This is for the good of humanity.) And I can make a wee bit o'money on the side by getting a little artsy fartsy and putting the laser light show people out of work. (This is for the good of entrepreneurship and for creating healthy competition in the business environment.)

If you want to ponder on how to inflict yourself on the world, consider yourself tagged.
 

It's the weekend and I don't feel social. Friends have gone out for a Hindi movie, Kismat Connection. I don't really watch mainstream "Bollywood" (urgh, I hate that word. Did you know we have "sandalwood," "tollywood," and "mollywood" too?) movies a lot anyway. I like the independents and the big budget ones that stray from the "Bollywood" formula. (Speaking of which...I've been in lust with Farhan Akhtar for a very long time now...) So it was easy to say no. So I'm here typing. Think I'm going into hermit mode again. Therefore the Chris Cornell/Audioslave flashback.

Tried weaseling my way out of a formal lunch tomorrow, but they threatened me with bodily harm if I didn't show up. People know me way to well for my own good.

I joined this awesome new library run by a husband and wife duo. Plugging them here 'cause I love what they're doing. The website isn't fully functional as yet since they've just started. Just Books. (Bangalore people who read this, go join now! Even if you don't read books!) Found the whole Wilbur Smith collection there and brought the first three books of the Courtney saga home with me: Birds of Prey, Monsoon and Blue Horizon. Was looking for The Talisman by Stephen King and Peter Straub and saw Sophie Kinsella's collection next to that. Never really read chicklit before, so picked up Shopaholic Sister. Think I'll end up returning it before I start reading it, but will give it a fighting chance.

Wilbur Smith just might be my favourite author by virtue of my having read most of his books at least twice. (This does not discount Tolkein.) By that logic, Van Helsing is my favourite movie. Guess I've watched it 9 or 10 times. I don't know why. Think it's the gypsy music.  

This girl sitting next to me in the bus was having a conversation with her boyfriend/guyshereally,reallylikes. She was talking loudly, and the volume on her phone was up, so I could hear him too. It's not nice to eavesdrop, yes. But I couldn't help it, okay! I tried putting my music volume up...but lowered it when I couldn't hear her anymore. (snigger) (yes. you and I, together we will dine in hell!) (Prepare for glory!) (Spaartaans! ... ok, never mind).

Here's where one hour of my day went.

8:03AM
   She: Did I wake you?
   He: mumblemumble

8:05AM
  She: It's okay. I'll call later.
  He: mumble. No, what happened? mumble

8:10AM
  She: Are you angry with me?
  He: I told you yesterday that I wasn't. *yawn*

*ipod volume goes up at this point*

8:12AM
  She: (raised voice) Why are you still sleeping?
  He: Huh?

*ipod volume comes down at this point*

8:15AM
  She: If I'm disturbing your beauty sleep, I'll disconnect right now!
  He: No. mumblemumble. Not disturbing.

8:20AM
  She: If you find this annoying, I'll disconnect right now!
  He: No, no. placateplacate.

8:28AM
  She: You don't want to talk to me?
  He: I want to. Can I pee?

8:35AM
  She: Did I hear you say "shut up"?
  He: What? Who?

8:36AM
  She: You just told me to shut my mouth! Ok, I will!
  He: Who? What?

8:40AM
  She: If you don't want to talk to me, just say so!
  He: Where? Why?

8:45AM
  She: Wait. I'm getting a call...No, they disconnected.
  He: Ok.

8:51AM
  She: Why aren't you saying anything?
  He: yawn. mumblemumble.

8:55AM
  She: Ok, fine! *disconnects and throws phone into purse*
  He: Huh?

Got me thinking. If I was her boyfriend, this wouldn't have gone beyond five minutes. Maybe that's my problem. Should learn from the poor sod.

This is the only way I'm posting pics of myself on this. Till I get brave. Or drunk. Whichever comes first.

So here's presenting the face you just have to trust.

Smarmy me

If you're brave. Or drunk. Whichever.

Note the old, old phone and not-updated-to-the-eighties decor.

So this is what hell feels like. I don't mean to sound flippant, but I really need to vent (a little bit more than I already have).

Two deaths in a row. wtf?

Grandmother on Friday.
Susie (one of my dogs) on Sunday.

This is for Susie. And again I don't have a decent pic.

I brought Susie home in a shopping basket on my bike when she was a puppy. It was a 22 kilometer ride and she sat quietly the whole way (though she did puke when we reached home). She (and all my other dogs) are what people would call feral, but that's the "breed" I like the most. They're hardy and healthy and inherently street smart.

Of all of them, she was the one who got along with everything that crossed her path. Before we got her neutered, she adopted a little green stuffed kangaroo as her baby and even started lactating for it. We had to keep her away from people who were scared of dogs because she would inevitably try to climb onto their laps at some point during their visit. She "thought she was a people," as my mother said. And every morning I'd wake up with a black hairy face next to mine.

The vet suspects it was lymphoma.

Again... WTF?

Susie Peck (May 1998 - July 2008)

[space for a good pic when I find it]

What I am, what I do, I've inherited from you.

You grew deep roots. As do I.

You listened to only your own reason. As do I.

You followed your heart and not your head. As do I.

You were a force to be reckoned with, and there is no better legacy than this to carry forward into an unsuspecting world. ;)

Rest in peace, Marie Caroline Peck (October 1922 to July 2008).

Have you ever broken a bone? If not, what's the worst injury you've sustained?

Many, many. I've mentioned this somewhere before.

1. My elbow from when I decided I could jump down a flight of stairs. Age 11.

2. My toe from playing ze futballs in ze rain. Age 19.

3. Four ribs from crashing my bike two years ago. Age 24. I guess this would be the worst cause I haven't bought a replacement yet and don't know if I will. Kinda traumatized 'cause the accident happened due to my accelerator cable and brake cables snapping.

And many more breaks to come for I will keep doing stupid things whenever I feel the inclination.

What question do you hate being asked?

Two actually.

"So how much do you earn?" (This is not considered a rude question by most people I meet)

"When are you settling down?" (Settling down onto what?)