Speaking aloud

This girl got in from Borivali station yesterday in the Virar train. Normally, the women in this train do not allow people from the in-between station to get in because the train is crowded by then and in any case, there are plenty of trains leaving from Borival. Anyways, the girl pushed her way through. A chick standing at the door tried to push her off. In retaliation, this Borivali girl, who had by now come in and screamed at her saying that if she says anything she will push her off the train.

The girl at the door got mad and started to beat up the girl who had got in from Borivali. And the women around these two looked on.

I mean, what the heck? Were they enjoying the scene or something? A perfect example of first class passengers behaving like third class human beings. The poor unsuspecting girl was in tears and we barely managed to pull her inside the compartment. And the Borivali woman beater escaped when the train halted at Andheri.

It is a scary thought what travelling frustration can do to an individual. The other chick was lucky that she got away. If I was her victim, I would have scrawled her scrawny ass to the police station. Or even better, I would have just boxed the daylights out of her.

Life now a days is rather bizarre, especialy with one particular client. So here is an ode to this person who shall hence forth be referred as 'Dick'.

I'd just give anything to know what is going on in the minds of these two wicked monkeys who seem to have indeed done or seen something unmentionably funny. Any guesses?

Monday Meme 39 : 2006-02-27 : Today

1. What is the weather like where you are today?

It rained unexpectedly and there were hail stones too at Virar where i live. The weather is gorgeous.

2. When did you get up today?

6.45 am

3. What is the first thing you did when you got on your computer today?

Copied a file from my pen drive.

4. What do you need/want to get done today?

Gotta get a horrendous client out of my way. Just the thought of this project makes my blood boil.

5. What are you wearing today?

A blue kurta with black pants.

I was the 258th person to take this week's Monday Meme!

Kiara is learning words. She has now begun to string sentences together...though not all of them make any sense to any one...and maybe not to her either...and yet, I think she seems to love the sound of her own voice.

Like for instance, all this time, all food for her was Papa. (I have no clue why should associate her food with her dad). Yesterday she had the fabulous, absolutely yummy fried Bombay Duck. Not that she hasn't had it before...but ever since yesterday, everything for her is Bombil (the local name for the fish).

I said: What did u eat today Beba?
She said: Bombil.

I said: Do you want water?
She said: Bombil.

I screamed: Why did u spill the salt?
She screamed: Bombil!!!

After we had reconciled...
I said: What is your name?
She said: Keekaa (My name for her..Kee = Kiara, Kaa = Karir)

I said: A for...?
She said: Bombil!!!!

I said: B for?
She said: Cuckoo!!!

Her last statement explained my state of mind by day end yesterday. I've taught her C for Cuckoo actually...but at least she was off Bombil for a while.

I love birthdays. Especially mine. There is a ritual in my office that the birthday baby gets cake smashed on the face. Here are some pics of me going through the yucky, sticky ritual.

As I am writing this, its starting to rain once more and as the Mumbai Govenrment likes to put it...we are 'not' to panic. Which means that there is a reason to panic indeed.

Its my birthday today too and I was very wryly reminded by mom that I was no longer young. :(. All this rain just adds to the misery. Here are some pics of the rain in Mumbai just to give you an idea of what exactly is happening right now in town. I don't even wanna remember that horrible Tuesday from July which had the entire city flooded. It was pathetic. So here i am wishing myself a very happy birthday and hoping that I reach home in one piece. Shrunken yes...but in one piece.