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My Buggy is doing very well,  2800 down and young as ever! I only just realised that I have a chip. The one you use to get past DND without stopping. But I like waiting in the line. Its nice to meet someone new. Most people who go past the Toll do it so mechanically. I would hate to be the man behind the counter.

I just watched you’ve got mail yet again. Some movies just have a way of making you feel good. The list never included Rocky or Heros or PS: I love you. But you’ve got mail. There is so much hope.. and is not Meg Ryan the prettiest? and the wonderful zingers she gets. Quite admire the way he folds her mind. And since Brinkley, I have only wanted a golden retriever. My cousin got a dog, a pom. They look annoying.

My boss and I are telepathic. At least he can read my thoughts. Very scary situation when you are upto non-sense.

Body Shop has sale!!

I want to go to China.

Have you ever met someone you would rather know when you are 40?

Everyone seems to be wanting to be judges or discussing their assets. I want to marry one of them Now this wouldn’t make contempt would it?

I am smelling of cherry blossoms. I now remember there was a TV series when i was a kid, Blossoms, or was it the protagonists name? Cherry Blossoms.. the name reminds me of Mrs. Maria, my English teacher. She was ever so bright. I always made better friends with my teachers.

My parents talk law now! I am wondering who needs the break.

Would love to drink some wine tomorrow.

The Smell of Winter

Have you seen it in you? May be not. But one can associate smells with phases in life. Like Biore reminds me of school days – syncopation, black velvet, abba, A.V. Room, cords and mikes. And the smell of mutton –  the bad sleezy smell you only get in our college- of cribbing even before exams at my real home on the fifth floor.  Bad booze, of Outlawed. Dhoop, of the girl who lived in 306, and played secret smile before every presentation. Neem – the first few days at High Court, when my knuckles hurt as much as  my feet, blacks and whites, and all things that didn’t fit right, and at times still don’t. Cheese – melting cheese of dominoes, tara, getting high on cheese and shallots, fighting over ice cream, and hardly managing to reach in time for attendance in Petro-mining. Strawberry hands n Strawberry knees of night outs at Roxy, lips wet with cosmopolitan, girl talk and  hiccups, partying till we dropped dead, rose cheeked, shoes worn, if Shubho had not already torn them! Coffee to wear out the booze, and creative conversations on how all other girls were complete skanks that night. And Lilies. Lilies of late night strolls, caffeine in my veins, Iris on our lips, and at times unrealizing in our feet too.

The other day I got a whiff of him. But like tides and the sea shore,  I see it come before it goes.

On other things-I simply loved Three Idiots! And yes, I watched it again!! Awesome screenplay, almost no errors in direction, couldn’t have had better casting.  Awesome. Just Awesome.

Shashi Tharoor is again in a mess for saying the truth. He ought to realize he is wasting himself in politics. Better write a few more books, I say!

Wonder who won todays’ match.

I had the most amazing brunch at Diners today. A round of the  fresh, straight-from-the-farm fruits, with water melon juice! Fresh too!! And cheese – a variety of. Chicken salads..Followed by soup and broth. Breads bacon and sausages.. yummm..  and three – three rounds of desserts. Chocolate pudding, with walnuts, well roasted and bitter. With dark chocolate sauce… dreamy.. Then a round of mixed fruit cake.. yes reminds me of Kookie Jar trips.. and then the divine.. Divine Dark wine Mousse.  Hmm.. Nice.