A peep in reverse
Today
at 10am
I draw smiley faces on post-its and stick them on my computer
Yesterday
at 11pm
Static filled onversation with boyfriend on account of new fangled, handsfree, wirefree cellphone thingy.
Crackle..."You should trzixxzz..call the cops"
That's mean, boyfriend.
"Well, cracckle crackle...you shoudl do it"
I'll call them next time.
at 10pm
Roomie and I barricade our door and hide in dinning room, making pathetic calls to leasing office:
"waaaah....We don't know what we're doing right or wrong by her. Short of not walking at all, we don't see a way out of this. Help please."
At 9 pm
'Crazy on the inside, silver eye shadows on the outside' psycho neighbour from downstairs bangs on our door.
YOU GIRLS BETTER STOP WALKING SO LOUDLY. STOMPING AROUND AT ALL TIMES OF THE DAY. I'LL TELL YOU YOU BETTER WALK MORE QUIETLY.
"But, we are not..."
THIS IS THE LAST TIME I AM GOING TO SAY THIS...WALK MORE QUIETLY
At 8pm
Roomie and I encounter surly fitting room attendant who we cheerfully smile at as roomie tries on 'more than allowed in fitting room' clothes for her wildncrazy trip to New York City.
At 5 pm
I spend office time reading about Kaavya Vishwanathan . Triumph and Downfall all in one book.
Yesterday At 3pm
I am in meeting with entire office ( all 50 of us) as GiantCorpwhotookoverus' HR person gives us, what Gerry puts it "pat on the head and kiss on the cheek" presentation of how our lives will improve but unfortunately, details of how,when and where it will can not be revealed at this moment.
At 11 am
Feel proud for but Die a little inside as close friend tells me how her book is almost complete. I love her but have come to the sad conclusion that I am the sort of person who a) dies a little on the inside and b) gets motivated only at burning thought that if I don't, maybe close friends will get the public adulation.
At 10 am
Drew smiley faces on post-its and put them up on Gerry's lap top. Which Gerry turns into frowneys and says, Get a life.
at 10am
I draw smiley faces on post-its and stick them on my computer
Yesterday
at 11pm
Static filled onversation with boyfriend on account of new fangled, handsfree, wirefree cellphone thingy.
Crackle..."You should trzixxzz..call the cops"
That's mean, boyfriend.
"Well, cracckle crackle...you shoudl do it"
I'll call them next time.
at 10pm
Roomie and I barricade our door and hide in dinning room, making pathetic calls to leasing office:
"waaaah....We don't know what we're doing right or wrong by her. Short of not walking at all, we don't see a way out of this. Help please."
At 9 pm
'Crazy on the inside, silver eye shadows on the outside' psycho neighbour from downstairs bangs on our door.
YOU GIRLS BETTER STOP WALKING SO LOUDLY. STOMPING AROUND AT ALL TIMES OF THE DAY. I'LL TELL YOU YOU BETTER WALK MORE QUIETLY.
"But, we are not..."
THIS IS THE LAST TIME I AM GOING TO SAY THIS...WALK MORE QUIETLY
At 8pm
Roomie and I encounter surly fitting room attendant who we cheerfully smile at as roomie tries on 'more than allowed in fitting room' clothes for her wildncrazy trip to New York City.
At 5 pm
I spend office time reading about Kaavya Vishwanathan . Triumph and Downfall all in one book.
Yesterday At 3pm
I am in meeting with entire office ( all 50 of us) as GiantCorpwhotookoverus' HR person gives us, what Gerry puts it "pat on the head and kiss on the cheek" presentation of how our lives will improve but unfortunately, details of how,when and where it will can not be revealed at this moment.
At 11 am
Feel proud for but Die a little inside as close friend tells me how her book is almost complete. I love her but have come to the sad conclusion that I am the sort of person who a) dies a little on the inside and b) gets motivated only at burning thought that if I don't, maybe close friends will get the public adulation.
At 10 am
Drew smiley faces on post-its and put them up on Gerry's lap top. Which Gerry turns into frowneys and says, Get a life.
11 comments:
It is, isn't it? That's the word which came to mind - just really disappointing how this whole thing turned out. This, I bet, will be the best and worst of times for her, yeah?
Thanks HOlly :)
Tanya,
I just saw the Today show one with Kaavya and I don't condone what she did but gawd, i thought it was pretty brave to go on the show. The whole thing is such a curious curious mess. Uhmm...
When I was in Bombay, we used to drive our downstairs neighbour crazy by playing Calvinball. He used to come by yelling, "my bloody plaster's falling down!" Poor guy, at least he had genuine reason to be all crzy eyed.
What happened finally? Did you have to call the cops?
Nothing. We just made hysterical sounding calls to the leasing person and cowered in corner :)
And Calvinball as in from Calvin n Hobbes??
why does that name sound soooo familiar? is kaavya like 5'3" with beautiful eyes? (Me: now now don't burn up, beautiful eyes are genetic, not an "accomplishment"!) guess i'll just wait n catch her being grilled by the Oprah academic judiciary committee..
Yes, Calvinball from Calvin n Hobbes,you know where you make the rules up as you go? Esp fun when you're playing with several drunk lawyers doing their placement in the wee hours of the morning. It seemed like a good idea at a time:)
Ooo now why haven't I ever thought of calvinball for drinking game? That does sound like fun
Meghant, beautiful eyes are an accomplishment, they are, i tell you, they are *voice straining* *collapse*
shit sorry (lmao)! congrats on your new slide gizmo - i've go to this tutorial too now!
hmm, i see the mallus will never forget their raja ravi varma..
Of course now:)
haha love your blog. hilarious.
Post a Comment