What is going on? No really? WTF is going on? I know today is optional holiday but that doesnt mean not even 20 people will show up at work!!! At least they should have told me too 🙁 Now here I am sitting at work while others are enjoying their extended weekend including some of my fans.
Rant aside. Lo behold! Here I present to you, *drum rolls*, The NEW! IMPROVED! BETTER! Delhi Diaries!!!!!!!! *insert applause, cheers, whistles and muahs*. Due to the overwhelming response to the last series and the the sad shit of a life all of you are living through, i decided to make your life a little less miserable and give you what you *really* *really* wanted. Though I should have waited till Christmas to give you all this gift. Any way so this Dilli Diaries is going to cover the time I had at Baba’s big, fat, punjabi wedding.
Feb 11th was a Black Wednesday at P******m. I wouldn’t go in to what happened because I don’t want to go over that even in my memory. So fuck it all. I told them I am going on leave from next day and left office. Reached home around 3 am. Had a flight at 10 am. Packed and Slept. Woke up and left. Reached airport with plenty time in hand. Had a usual black coffee. waited for flight which obviously was late. Wasn’t turning out to be a great day. Had an expensive sandwich for lunch. Flight ran in to turbulence.
Landed. Called up Baba. He gave me directions. Took a cab to DLF and got lost. Was on phone with Baba for a long time before I notice a familiar face. Baba! We met like two teenage girls who have lots of gossip to share. Grabbed my luggage and moved in to his house which I forgot to talk about in the last Dilli Diaries.
I think I am in love. Yes I am in love. Totally. With his house obviously. *sigh* I dream about it. Its just so perfect! Right from Wooden staircase to the fireplace in living room to the mumbai-bedroom-sized bathrooms. *sigh* Someone recently married Eiffel Tower. If in 6 years no woman can convince me to marry her I think I will marry the house!
His Mom and Dad looked harrowed with all the wedding preparations but welcomed me with a big smile. And guess who else I met? Bighead!!!! yea thats what we call his younger brother. Bighead had come down from Philly just a few days back for this. He was packing sweets for the cocktail party in the night in to decorative boxes. So I helped him by eating a little and packing a lot of them.
Post lunch I was supposed to move to a guest house near by where I was to stay. But since Bighead’s friend, lets call her SS, was supposed to arrive by train we had to head out to pick her up first. What happened next? Ah fuck too bored to type. Heading home now.