Though I'm a gem of a person otherwise... (I’m not blowing my own trumpet. Long ago when my age could be counted in single figures a schoolmate of mine had called me a diamond. I repeat the conversation to you verbatim -- you be the judge of how impartial this comment was.
Me: Your sister is so sweet! (ruffling a little runt’s hair on the Ashok Hall Junior School bus.)
Girl: Don’t touch my sister!
Me: Why? Is your sister a diamond?
Girl: YOU are a diamond!!! (accompanied by much frowning and shaking of fists)) ...
...As I was saying, though a thoroughly priceless sort on the whole, one major flaw that people nag me about is my staying-in-touch skill, or lack thereof. So while other people manage their time by calling friends and relatives on the way to or back from work, or while eating lunch (as -- I must add -- the person they’re having lunch with gets more and more furious), in the loo (I've never been great at multi-tasking), etc – I never seem to find the right time to call people up. It happens therefore, that some friends tire of being the ones to make the effort and just stop calling.
It was with considerable alarm that the realization dawned on me: I had started getting news from my husband about all the friends I’d left behind in Hyderabad 4 and a half years ago. So when my Dad called me to say he’d be in Hyderabad on business and would like to meet me, I seized the opportunity to kill several birds (birds - aka friends and relatives; and kill them with kindness and company) with one stone (i.e trip---you must try to keep up with the metaphors, let me know if I’m going too fast for you.) and resolved to travel to Hyderabad for the weekend.
The husband begged off citing work after stringing me along till the last day or two, so I went alone. I'm quite used to travelling alone by now, because it’s very hard to coordinate spur-of-the-moment trips with a workaholic spouse.
Besides, we don’t believe in sitting in on private conversations of friends we don’t share, smiling inanely at private jokes that have to be explained, and essentially being a pain in the ass to the friend who isn’t comfortable discussing private things in front of a person just because he/she is married to a close friend.
That wasn’t the case with these friends (and of course my Dad) in Hyderabad, but I was just explaining why we travel around a lot by ourselves.
OK, to get back to what I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by a damn digression. (‘Damn Digression’ is a good name for a rock band.) …
Actually, on second thoughts I can see I’m going nowhere with this travelogue – I’ll give it a shot again tomorrow.
Since I’m meandering all over the place in this post (senile dementia) ; I’ll mention two more things before I go.
1) Thank you all for taking the trouble to add yourselves as my followers. It’s a very sweet gesture. (And unexpected in one or two cases.)
2) I watched ‘The Notebook’ yesterday and have decided Ryan Gosling is quite definitely hot. Weird that I’ve seen him before and never felt it. I have decided I will watch his other movies closely and come to an educated decision.
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You come up with shitty band names, and when the good one does come, it's a suggestion to the world. Ccha, bleddy diamond!
You can have it, man. I thought of you guys when I came up with it! "Now Introducing 'The Damn Digression' with Prog on vocals and keys, lousy on guitar, etc..."
What was wrong with my previous suggestions, I ask? YOU're a diamond!!! :(:(
you've just invented the 'you're a diamond' insult, shashikala! well done.
A well-digressed post....makes me smile....and you better write more often than this whatever the 'damn digressions' be.
you are a diamond! puro banano! ha ha ha ha ha ha. it's sooooo funny!
I solemnly swear it's true, Diya and Haimanti! I was called a diamond.
There I post my comment. Treat me for it.
As to the diagression in your hyderabad post, my empathies. Its now a week since you returned from Hyderabad, and like your post, everytime you start with your Hyderabad story the diagression happens :-))
Maybe your friend meant 'untamed' when she called you Diamond ;-)
Came to your blog after seeing your comments on mine, so here I am, faithfully signed up as a follower! :)
Pedigree ramble, that. Genuinely funny. Could almost picture you getting up, getting doped & getting back with short-term memory loss. :)
Basically, very Kubla Khan (my insinuation, not your post).
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Needless to say, I side with the disbelievers. :P
I can vouch for the 'diamond' story......
Thank you Orodha, thank you. I'm deeply honoured by the rare privilege. And yes, I think I'm permanently scarred. ;)
Yes, Rimky, you tell these unbelievers!!!
Before you guys think I've removed some of these comments because they were unflattering, I want to make it clear I did so because there are stupid jobless people who go to other people's blogs DONT read them evidently and just publicize whatever their selling (clothes, global warming, sex.) and I'm having none of that.
If anyone sells anything it'll be ME.
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