As we all know, I live in my own realm of insanity. I'm fairly positive that anyone who's met my mom (with the exception of Deepti and maybe Kushal) wonder if i behave the same way at home. Now, as Lord Ickenham, the fifth, would say, let me tell you a little story.

March 30, 2345 hrs.

Picture a happyish living room scene. Mom's complaining that the oranges dad bought are the size of marbles. Dad points out that they're at least as large as lemons. Somewhere in between, mom asks dad to finish off half her share of the orange because its so sweet and tasty. (Do you see any logic there? Mom keeps doing that!!) Daddy dearest says no no.. he promised not to eat her food when he took the saat pheras with her - something about it not being a part of the wedding vows. Then we come to the bit where he forgot all those other things Ganu Maharaj explained while reading out whatever it is that pandits read out during weddings. True to form, he says he remembers litlle details like not eating his wife's food!... And well it continues... But there was a point to this.

Right. So someone calls at this hour on my mom's cell phone. Someone calling for a certain "sweety". (I can already imagine deepti laughing in anticipation =P ) Mom didn't even yell... she just said "sweety se baat karni hai kya?" with this warning note (which was an amused note at the same time) in her voice.

Now here comes the bit that proves that my parents are positively more head cases than i am.

My mom called back.

*waits for the impact*

My dad lauged for a bit, but he was pissed off at her.. She calls this chap back and goes "Arre aapko sweety se baat karni thi na? To phone kyun kaat diya?.."

"Nahi nahi.. woh to mera dost tha.. Mujhe to Suchi se baat karni thi"

"Haan suchi to hai yahan par app kaun?"

"Aunty aapki beti ka bhi naam Suchi hai??"

"haaaan!!"

"Actually na main call center main kaam karta hoon. Toh ab yahan pahuch kar main apne doston ko phone kar raha tha"

"Obviously company ke paison se?"

"nahi aunty - mobile se kiya na!"

"achha achha.."
Finally mom does put down the phone.. But honestly!! What even possessed her??!!

Her mom was another similar nutcase. (With all due respect to my grandmother and mother) Someone called up on the phone and said "aaj shaam shivaji park main milte hain na" she goes "haan haan kyun nahi.. main tumhe kaise pehchanoongi??"

So..now that we all know how mad my family can be..

Oh today i heard American Pie after months... no no.. make that YEARS!!!! Haven't heard the Don McLean version almost since Glenn went away. I dug out those ancient tapes that I'd recorded off the radio. Except the cassette player ain't working! One day i shall hit it hard enough to make it work.. and then i shall add to my never ending list of "Reqd Songs"

I know you'll all love me so much. So you'll may want to give me the following fossils:

American Pie - Don McLean

This other John Denver song i don't remember

Bad Medicine - Bon Jovi

Maria - Blondie

Part Time Lover - ?

The Paula Abdul song (curse my memory)

Thank you, Good night.. etc etc

Brain Fucked

Guess who finished The Fountainhead??!!!!!

I have one doubt and one doubt alone. Why is it called that?
The book is too darned complicated. If i was in an intolerant mood i'd call the book tosh.. But when you pull the threads apart - its actually a simple soap opera story - its just that the characters have valid reasons for certain actions. Don't get me wrong - the book is awesome. The plot is too complex, the characters too strong and her backdrop too real for it to classify as "fiction". But there is that truth which makes the you go through all that fine print (and i mean fine print).
However, the book is powerful - i can think of no other word. It has the ability to redefine your thoughts.

All in all, the book reminded me of "IF".


*yawn*

Right now i feel drained.
See ya!