The long weekends really bores the poop out of me. Yes, indigestion issue shared with quite the subtlety.
So to relieve me of my boredom, MM visited me and The One after his workout (true to his name) and we went out to have snacks. He had a hair cut and a 'shave', as he tells us (He barely gets facial hair! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!) We were joined by Sticky, rather we had to wake him up to complete our ulterior motive of picking up a book from him.
So on the assurance of Faujistan that the shops were open, we had snacks at the HUDA market (Fancy), chatted a bit and headed for home.
On our way back, MM, The One and I had a lot to discuss about. About how women around us are referred to via crass and derogatory names. This went on to us calling the people who do the aforementioned tasks some utterly colorful names in our native language. They deserved it really. It is quite easy for them to call other women distasteful things, but they do forget that they have female family members who might be referred to with similar names. It's karma baby. What goes around, comes around. The nerve of people. And such do not stop with these references because nobody says nothing to them. I, too, am guilty to be fair, but The One, that condescending ass, tells us that indifference is the key to self peace. Idiot.
To lighten the mood again, MM showed us what his 10-day lover sent him via texts. Honest to God, these were the most irrelevant messages one could send anyone for that matter. And to the third person, they were downright hilarious.
The One missed no opportunity to do what The One thought was apt. During The One's 'casual' read, he quickly typed a 'I love you' and pressed send. I started to laugh so hard that MM, who was driving, quickly snatched his phone back and threw his hands up in dismay. The 'cocky' One stared out of the window as nothing had happened. I love that guy. Moreover, when The One was framed guilty, The One blamed his fingers for sending the text.
The aftermath of the text remains to be seen.
Elsewhere, I heard that India's first Laser Tag arena has opened up at Janakpuri. For those who don't know, it's a place in North Delhi famous for the 'Band Baaja Baraat' setting and for the village that it is. It's residents would form an angry mob outside my house if they were to read this, but The One tells me he has a foolproof plan against these Janakpurans. I'm interested to learn more about it, but as The One says, cometh the moment, cometh the plan and the man.
No more a lazy day this turned out to be.
The One, however, enjoys his holidays like a glutton enjoys his food. No hurry, no worry, no chicken, no curry. Sleep being The One's fanciest on The One's list, The One does that most often. And when The One doesn't sleep, The One enjoys the many pleasures of the internet. Not THAT kind, you pervert.
So to relieve me of my boredom, MM visited me and The One after his workout (true to his name) and we went out to have snacks. He had a hair cut and a 'shave', as he tells us (He barely gets facial hair! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!) We were joined by Sticky, rather we had to wake him up to complete our ulterior motive of picking up a book from him.
So on the assurance of Faujistan that the shops were open, we had snacks at the HUDA market (Fancy), chatted a bit and headed for home.
On our way back, MM, The One and I had a lot to discuss about. About how women around us are referred to via crass and derogatory names. This went on to us calling the people who do the aforementioned tasks some utterly colorful names in our native language. They deserved it really. It is quite easy for them to call other women distasteful things, but they do forget that they have female family members who might be referred to with similar names. It's karma baby. What goes around, comes around. The nerve of people. And such do not stop with these references because nobody says nothing to them. I, too, am guilty to be fair, but The One, that condescending ass, tells us that indifference is the key to self peace. Idiot.
To lighten the mood again, MM showed us what his 10-day lover sent him via texts. Honest to God, these were the most irrelevant messages one could send anyone for that matter. And to the third person, they were downright hilarious.
The One missed no opportunity to do what The One thought was apt. During The One's 'casual' read, he quickly typed a 'I love you' and pressed send. I started to laugh so hard that MM, who was driving, quickly snatched his phone back and threw his hands up in dismay. The 'cocky' One stared out of the window as nothing had happened. I love that guy. Moreover, when The One was framed guilty, The One blamed his fingers for sending the text.
The aftermath of the text remains to be seen.
Elsewhere, I heard that India's first Laser Tag arena has opened up at Janakpuri. For those who don't know, it's a place in North Delhi famous for the 'Band Baaja Baraat' setting and for the village that it is. It's residents would form an angry mob outside my house if they were to read this, but The One tells me he has a foolproof plan against these Janakpurans. I'm interested to learn more about it, but as The One says, cometh the moment, cometh the plan and the man.
No more a lazy day this turned out to be.
the one should know, wrigglypoo happens to put up in north delhi.
ReplyDeleteThe One knows, and The One is indifferent towards the place, even if WrigglyPoo resides there. Cheerio.
ReplyDeleteLaser tag? really? what a waste that they opened it in janak puri though :\
ReplyDeleteShilpa, thou art great.
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