Abeer Appropriates!

. i left home, for home. i dont quite like the feeling of being back home for the first time in my life. something about falling back into the same grind of things and dealing with demons of a domestic fashion.

. i would like to invent a quote. that quote would be something to this effect- 'for everything good that happens, something equally bad takes place'.

. i have learnt that from experience. so i had a really horrible time with the graduation dress episode, which i havent been able to talk to anyone about, but this really awesome thing happened because of which it was all okay in the end. however, in place of that, ive forgotten my entire pink folder which contains ALL my certificates and allocades. ugh!

. we came by Air Asia. obviously there was no inflight entertainment. i was trying very hard while at home to finish that awesome book, The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society book, but it wasnt working out because of the insane load of work we had. i think its quite sad that it took me a plane ride depleted of in-flight entertainment to read a book. but it was such good fun, that when i read a particular line, i started laughing my head off, and this firaang sitting perpendicularly opposite in front of me, kept staring back.

. everytime i laugh while reading a book, i feel like this man.

. and everytime i see that man, i wonder what book he was reading.

. i will dance to these songs to my wedding- the dhinchak one, and the lyrical one.

. back to the original topic. i was halfway through the book when i began reading it in the plane, and the uncle sitting next to me was reading a Grisham, entitled The Confession i think. i talked to him a little, just little tittle-tattle Abeer-style, offered him candy that Mama passed to me, and he asked me what book i was reading. i passed it onto him to read, and he fell in love with it too. he now has the book, is in KL for 7 days and will return the book when he's done with it.

. because only a book-devourer knows the value of a good book.

. i love uttering the phrase 'in my unesteemed and uneducated opinion'. i try and include it everywhere i need to project my opinion. its such a pseudo-humble phrase, its gives you the passport to be completely irrational and bigoted. in my unesteemed and uneducated opinion at least.

. i was kind of offered 2 jobs by 2 media channels. blessed, i am. AH.

. india is awesome because indians make Parle-G biscuits.

. i love Kit Kats.

Abeer Might Temporarily Be Unavailable...

Because I am busy catching up with Life. Dyou know that Ive had like about 20-30 dates with Life already?

Apart from that, I'm busy being romanced by the sun and wind of Bombay, who wish not that i leave. they're like two jealous lovers fighting over me, can you believe it?* me! the sun caresses my skin and the wind wipes his mark away, bringing forth instead his gentle gestures. sometimes if ive been with the sun for too long, he gets angry, then smushes my hair as an act of revenge. it leaves me all huffy puffy, having to de-stress my overly-stressed hair.

* i bet you think the overexposure to the sun and an overdose of vitamin D have rendered me senseless, but trust me, it's all in the flow.

Mama O Mama!

. so today morning mama came up to me to wake me up, but i was already up and out of my bed. seeing her i slipped back in bed to cuddle with her. she obliged and we snuggled for a good 5 minutes. i was about to go back to sleep because im a sucker for snuggles like that, until my mama cracked this hilarious joke.

so basically, the Yusufs know of a couple who recently got married in an arranged fashion. the boy was sourced for the girl by her mother from an area in bombay, called Chinchpokli. now the boy is alright, quite handsome and a gentleman-ly fellow. the girl, who we have known personally for many years, isnt quite the same. lets just say that when we got the news of her engagement to a boy (we hadnt known at that point that it was an arranged affair or that he was as dapper as we found him to be) i exclaimed to mama that if she can get engaged, there IS hope for me in life after all. anyway.

back to the future. while cuddling i told mama i dont want to leave india. and mama's like, me too. and then she goes, koi mil gaya? (did you find someone?) and im like whaaa. i proceeded to tell her, no, koi nahin mila ( i didnt find anyone ), the person i was looking for never seems to come by. all the people i DONT want to find turn up though. and mama goes, 'dont worry, we'll look for the perfect person together. we'll look in Chinchpolki'. the basic meaning was that we'll look for a guy who's even better than you.

. i wonder if ive blogged about the 'thukriyaa' incident. i dont think i have, so i shall tell you now. so one day i was on the phone with someone, and while talking to them, i mistakenly said thukriyaa, instead of shukriyaa. unfortunately for me, mama heard it. and since then, there's been no end to my humiliation. i told a. kapadia about this and embarrassing it is and how mama wont let go, and how mama and i point out each other's mistakes and make a hue and cry about it. now a. kapadia and i went colaba shopping and she obviously knows about this. so we were at this restaurant eating the best cheese with fries EVER and i made a pronunciation mistake- i called first class, flirst class, to which ayesha responded, 'that was a flirst class joke abeer, im going to tell your mama that'. the two of us dissolved into a fit of giggles and couldnt stop for quite some time, which made us look extremely weird with our other present company im sure. anyway, when we finally stopped, i told ayesha that THAT was a good joke, to which she responded, 'thukriyaa thukriyaa'. her cheeks started hurting as a result and i teared in laughter.

. i havent teared with laughter in 3 months!i did so on my last day at work, all thanks to Lakhutia, who was cracking the most bizzare and unfunny jokes. its just that sometimes you just feel insane and decide you want to also join along in the fun. and tear yourself to laughter.