gem...absolute gem...
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Sometimes aimless flicking thru channels at night pays...not usually but sometimes. Yesterday was introduced to this quaint, tucked-in-its-own-corner movie called Ghost World, starring thora birch (enid) and scarlett johansson (rebecca) as just out of highschool misfits and Steve Buscemi, a middle aged loner. The movie is supposedly an adaptaion of an graphic novel (thank you google) which i now want to pick up but don't know how.

5 am Saturday morning...an unearthly yell. I get up to see dad standing under the windchime with an expression of having seeing medusa in flesh and blood. Proceed a little further to see mom with a plastic bati and a jhadoo poking insistently under the book rack..repeated poking of bapi introduces no new information to explain the scene...only more yelps. till i hear the words chamchiki or something to the effect. which I intrepret as a sodding huge chamaleon. Only it is not, it is tiny furry baby bat which emerges from said book case and makes low threatening swoops over bapi's head. hehehe...more screaming and ma charges with the jhadoo... too much excitement without caffeine. Said bat had earlier come and nesetled on bapi's tummy, whereupon he indulgently thwacked it and came in contact with something furry and small and warm. But I still rate his experience after didi's. She found a dead pigeon in her bed. i had more fun with that.

Nico, my canine fluff of white and brown wonderfulness is as i say is a "budoh: baby...if u scratch him in the right places he has a buddha like mien and smiles like mona lisa, besides that his sole purpose in life is to get in bapi's way. He is becoming more senile by the day and keeps talking to himself. that day ma was feeding him and he was trying to get away and ma kept saying "sit, sit" finally out of desperation he yanked himself away and RAN to the bathroom doing hagu in little droplets till he reached the loo.

being drunk has this unfailing result of me spreading the love around. PLATONIC love. the flip side is my ensuing peevishness if that all-embracing love is not returned.
So end result of monday's drunkeness was that I hugged six people and said I'd beat the crap out of two.
will miss samit's apartment till I get my own. This is the time to thwank that voice in my head which says i'll leap off marine drive in six months time. I won't and will be bloody happy.