patita: Some­thing I haven’t done in a while ever! Party till 2 am and give an exam at 9 am. All in the hon­our of birth­day gal Vaish. We started on Fri­day evening. Resumed on Sat evening. And ended on the wee hours of Sun­day morn­ing. Now that’s one hell of a long cel­e­bra­tion. And it feels like we were cel­e­brat­ing her birth­day most of the week­end :) Babes, you are one rock­ing woman!

patata: Zoo and I turned up dressed in chicken work kur­tas. Nearly iden­ti­cal except for the fact that if I was 10 kilos lighter, we’d prob­a­bly look like twins :) Oh, and my chicken top didn’t have sleeves.

patita: Rose­mary and pas­sion fruit tea at the cha bar, Leela Palace. Yummy, I tell you. Please try if you haven’t already…

patata: Not pay­ing bill on time is becom­ing a bad habit with me. It’s not that I don’t have time. I sim­ply for­get or put it off. Bad, bad me! And then I’m stuck with no con­nec­tion at home.

patita: Watch­ing a play called Closer at Alliance. Appar­ently, there’s a movie by the same name. I am not sure how to react yet. My very vital ques­tion regard­ing the play how­ever was not answered — why the excess usage of pro­fan­ity? The movie didn’t have so much of it, I am sure! The story was inter­est­ing enough, was it nec­es­sary to overdo it to such a level? But Suman does not mince his words, so please go read…

patata: The G-Gal took half day from work to take me to the hos­pi­tal (my jinxed feet again!). This time it was a huge foot infec­tion. I was going around with much pain and ele­phan­tine feet when Gee called and very sweetly offered to take me to the doc. The doc said I should take com­plete rest for 2 days (ya, right!). Or walk with my foot in my mouth. That was funny. Espe­cially since most docs don’t have a sense of humour. I decided to do nei­ther and limped around for a few days. (A glimpse of my feet in bet­ter times)…

patita: I love unex­pected presents (and espe­cially since they’re rare these days!). Shankar picked up the cutest book on Cats, all pho­tographed in Black and White. It has some most amaz­ing pic­tures that I spent quite a bit of my time drool­ing over. All cats. What a way to make my day. Thanks Shankar. From Kit Kit too!

patata: Two songs in my head. One old, one new. One with lots of mem­o­ries : Groovy kind of love. It seemed to be play­ing every­where when I was in col­lege and we used to sing it loud with much gusto. A lot. A mushy one too (Any­time you want to you can turn me onto; Any­thing you want to, any­time at all: hmmm). But Phil Collins is nice and easy on the ears when one is feel­ing slightly mel­low. Sigh.

And then, This is how a heart breaks by Rob Thomas. It was play­ing on the radio and I refused to get out of the car till the song was over, much to G-Gal’s amuse­ment. Love the beat and the fact that the lyrics actu­ally don’t make much sense (You’re not the best thing that I knew; Never was never cared too much; For all this hang­ing around; It’s just the same thing all the time: aaa, what?), but the song is quite upbeat.

patita: Now, can any­one tell me whether the Geri Hal­li­well song is:
It’s rain­ing, men!
Or
It’s rain­ing MEN!

Some­one please!!