This weekend was dominated by PMS - mine. I PMSed through The Watchmen, where I was irked by this and that and everything in between, I PMSed through the poor boy's b'day lunch, which took a bit longer than I expected, and I PMSed a heck of a lot through Sunday Dinner at desi acquaintance's place, where I was served Indian veggie rice with cold cranberry and bean salad (I have never come across a more annoyingly mismatched menu) and ordinary dal (what is it with serving dal at dinner parties?), while the rest enjoyed their beef koftas and chicken curry. This inspite of informing hostess of vegetarian fast.

Ok, while I know that it takes a multi-cultural city to make a more cosmopolitan or a 'more versed in different religions and regional cultures' desi, I am constantly amazed at the desi acquaintances I am meeting here who have no clue of life outside of their own regional enclaves and/or their own religious highlights.

What kind of vacuum did they grow up in, to never have heard of Easter or Eid or Parsis or the fact that Hindus don't eat beef? Were they not taught Social Sciences? And the next time, I am served plain boiled masoor dal at a dinner party, I am leaving. Just walking out.

I am so v.glad that my periods have finally arrived !!!