Tuesday, March 28, 2006


Tuesday is my favourite day of the week. More than Monday, which signals beginnings; more than Friday, which symbolises the end of work and the beginning of fun.
Tuesday holds immense possibilities. You can build on Monday’s hard work and further the opportunities it offered. You can create new opportunities. There is still enough of the week left to correct Monday’s mistakes. Enough to make up for lost time.

Tuesday, to me, sounds like fun, like mischief. A little sparkling spirit introduced into a boring week.

Have a tantalising Tuesday.

Monday, March 27, 2006


Nothing great last weekend. No trips, no great reunion with friends.

Watched 'Crash' on Saturday - the guy had got a gift voucher for two tickets for his birthday. Good movie. But the long ride home in the hot sun made me feel quite ill. So I had a lazy day after that.

Had a big fight with the guy on Sunday afternoon. But as usual, it didn't last long. We went shopping after that. I met an old friend - only for a few mins, though.

Had good fun shopping, though I didn't get anything for myself. Got a lovely bracelet for a friend who's leaving and going all the way to Canada. We visited her later in the evening, and had a nice time with her, her mom, and two other colleagues. The best part was, she's selling off some of her furniture cheap, and I'm picking it up. That will go a bit towards making my house furnished (rather, less unfurnished), though we still have a long way to go.

Friday, March 24, 2006


Fridays are supposed to be unlucky.

But for most of us, Friday is the best day of the week. It signals the end of work and the beginning of pleasure.

Ideally, Fridays should entail less work pressure. But even those of us who have a tough day ahead, who are going to be in office till late at night meeting the deadline, still have the satisfaction of knowing they don’t have to get up early in the morning.

Fridays are a celebration. Of our work, our leisure, our ability to have fun even in this bleak hard world. Of our lives.I hope you work with doubled energy and finish your week with a flourish!

Monday, March 13, 2006


I had a really great weekend. Recently, I'd got in touch with an old friend. It was completely unexpected, we'd both been wanting to get in touch for so long. We had become friends eight years ago, and hadn't met for at least five. When we got back in touch, we were both overjoyed. But she was in Germany, and it seemed unlikely that we would meet in the near future.

But she was back in Chennai for a couple of weeks, and I tried to persuade her fly down to Mumbai so we could meet. She did not need much persuading - she had other friends to meet as well, and was trying her best already. Unexpectedly, Friday evening, she called up to say she had a flight to Mumbai later on. Was I overjoyed! I booked tickets to Mumbai immediately - for me and my guy. Within a few minutes, she called back to say the flight had been cancelled, and there was no other flight that night.

We could not cancel our tickets, so we decided to go anyway. We had been wanting to visit Mumbai together, but there was so much to do back here that we hadn't even begun to plan it. Now, unexpectedly, we were going. We planned places to visit.

We had a fun morning. Left home at some minutes to six to catch the 6.30 bus, had a lovely morning ride... In Mumbai, we took a bus and then a taxi to the Gateway of India. We were on the way there when my friend called to say she was coming after all, and would be there by afternoon.

We got to the airport ahead of time and waited for her. I was so excited! We were so happy to meet again!

We went to an eatery and ate and talked for hours. Time just flew by. It was as good as - maybe better than - old times.

Our bus back to Pune was a bit late, but we were glad - it gave us all more time to spend with old and new friends - for later, we met her boyfriend too. On the way back, we were both so tired that we hardly realized it when we reached our destination.

Sunday, obviously, was lazy. A large part of the day was spent sleeping. We also played Scrabble. My man beat me in his first ever game! I didn't know whether to be ashamed of myself, or proud of him! We played again at night, when I won by a small margin.

Monday morning. I'm rather grouchy because we didn't get any of our tasks done. The flat is still in a mess, we didn't do the much-needed shopping, the kitchen still doesn't have a gas cylinder, and the clothes I've been piling up for ages are still in the laundry bag. But looking back, I guess the weekend was well-spent.