I know, I know I am running 13 days behind on my blog and trust me I am full of so many blogs that I am sweating blogs. But every pending blog has to wait because of this I-Day special report coming to live from our studio in Malad.

Wednesday and Thursday were quite hectic days and I shall report on that later. But to give you a teaser one day was Mermaid’s birthday and she was in Mumbai and the other day was an Open Mic night organized by the-magazine-that-gathers-no-moss. But yesterday was I-Day and this blog is all about that. No no no I am not going to get all patriotic and write a moving blog on the “I” part, I am just gonna stick to the “Day” part.

First of all a belated happy I-Day to all those who swear allegiance to the tricolor and a belated belated I day to those who swear allegiance to the green side. As for those who swear allegiance to the red side, your time will never come and those who are on my, I mean the dark side, need not worry as the world will soon be mine. (PS: Soon is measured in lightyears.)

Well the day started as usual with me in bed wondering why my phone was ringing at 8:30. It turned out that SU was on the way to our place on her way to work. Not a bad way to be woken up as at 9 am the building next to decided to go all patriotic on my me. Such an awesome display of patriotism probably puts them above me in the list of people to get Bharat Ratna.

SU came with some Goan food that Zombie remembered to bring back for us. She was going to work and it was I-Day theme day so Sean painted a tricolor flag and a tricolor peace symbol on her arm…with an earbud! All patrioticized and stuff she left for work while we suffered through children’s singing contest, dancing contest, a round of housie and musical chairs courtesy our neighbouring building society.
C dropped by for few minutes and he finally got us our paint brushes back. We had the Goan food and then he left. And I moved back to my original pose in my bed. Around 4 pm A, of the S&A; fame, called me up. S&A; were in the mall across the road so I joined them there for a cup of black coffee. I felt so happy to be back in my privileged role again.

The whole mall was on sale but despite the OCTSD I didn’t buy it. We headed to Crosswords. I wanted to pick up The Great Railway Bazaar but as usual they didn’t have only* that* Theroux title. But it was a sale and I picked up The Blue Hand, On The Road, Uncut Woodstock DVD and The Times 2 Minds puzzle book. And this was not OCTSD at work as books and movies are never a bad purchase. Well apart from that Opal Mehta book I bought. Then I remembered I wanted to buy sunglasses since I lost my old ones.

The problem with me you see is that I can’t just buy any sunglasses. They have to be perfect after all I have to make appearances in them. Sorry but, no matter how much they are in fashion, I can’t see myself wearing those huge glares that look more like a face protector out of 300. We had pretty much decided on the black aviators till I tried one from KC that looked just like the ones I had lost.

Suddenly some switch flipped somewhere in the world and S&A; no longer thought aviators looked good on me, they found the KCs to be much better. My problem with them was that they looked just like the THs I had owned for 3 years. It’s like spending money on a boob job and coming back with same boobs. I mean what’s the point?

So the hunt for the perfect sunglasses continued. And we did find one. Well almost. There were these sunglasses that were damn neat. I loved them, till I tried them. I mean they looked great on me but there were two problems with them. One, they cost a little northwards of my budget, if my budget was southpole their price was like northpole. Two, the proud designer had decided to etch his initials GA on the sides with crys-fuckme-tals. Ugh! I mean seriously they should move it to women’s collection if they expect to sell them. What a shame that I am no hip-hop type to fall for the ice and bling crap.

Maid decided to free herself from her daily work schedule so I bid adieu to S&A; and went to pick up some “authentic” mughlai food. As I neared the mall exit I knew I was fucked. I could see a huge crowd standing there and not moving. Obviously there wasn’t a war going on out there but something much worse, rains. Cursing myself for forgetting my raincoat, I waited patiently for two minutes till my patience ran out. I put my cell in one of the plastic bags and decided to continue.

To say it was raining would have been an understatement. It felt more like walking through a waterfall. So I walked in the rain past people piled up under shelters, who looked at me with the same look of bewilderment they usually reserve for Superman. It took me 5 minutes to reach my apartment but by the time I got there I was like soaked mop. Needless to say I quickly stripped and got in to towels. And stayed that way till we were through with the 3.5 hours of Woodstock and the cold had set in.