Feeling happy for some reason – I think the hoozband just made me laugh by making a joke about me hugging Anshumati. Anshumati (not her real name but what I thought mistakenly was her real name) is a lady I and hoozband's former flatmate and good friend, SN, commute with. What else? I'm going to make this journalistic so don't expect too much!
I got distracted by 'Abby Cooper, Psychic Eye' online and it really had me hooked. After that I went down memory lane thanks to the internet and realized how much things have changed, I have changed… and I'm so glad Alhamdulillah.
After the horrid amounts of hair I've been losing, maybe because I got my hair styled twice, the salt water and stress, I went and got a haircut. I don't know how much good that's going to do, but it felt good to do something. Also I didn't know tying your hair back tightly leads to hairfall, and that you're not supposed to tug at your hair when you brush them (I did that when I had amazing hair in tenth class – why didn't someone tell me then?), that you should not pile up your hair on the top of your head when you shampoo them, it tangles them, that egg is amazing for your hair (applying it) and that dry hair is extremely fragile and must be moisturized intensively.
After the haircut, we went to the beach, the weather was unbelievably good at 2 in the afternoon (yes, in Chennai that's nothing short of a miracle!) and there was much fun had. I convinced myself to have the fish fry and it wasn't that bad! HB went on to have some kairi, we had a plate of alu bajji and then kwality walls icecream… went back howm J We watched Inception (now that's a long and eventful story) and it was amazing.
I'm trying to cook more often but it's usually only alternate days. Today morning, I tried my hands at dosa (using dosa mix) but they didn't turn out that great. I think using a homemade batter plus being more careful while pouring is required. After a long time, HB and I finally got a chance to hear Ammaarah… she won't come to the phone but we heard her nanu teaching her rhymes. HB will always pick up some sentence of hers and reuse it in conversations later and it makes me horribly miss that little imp.
Some of the things he uses are:
"Hammaarre Peemmi hain…" (this was when the two families had gone out for dinner and Ammaarah was mad that I would be leaving her again. According to HB, she wrapped her arms around my legs and said, "Hammaarre Peemmi hain…", yeah I had a lump in my throat that day.)
"Juice hona" (When we were leaving Hyd. Ammaarah categorically stated this and to her luck, there was a carton lying right there)
"Logaan hain" (This was in reference to HB who was making her feel shy and uncomfortable. She was refusing to go somewhere because there were 'logaan' there)
And the latest: "…could not put Humpty Dumpty together again. Yeh could not kya hai?"
She calls Cadbury Shots 'black balls' and chocolate icecream is 'black icecream' and my chacha who lives next door to us and whose house has a black gate is called 'black chacha' and the other chacha who has a white door is called 'white chacha'. :D
Oh and one more incident: I was talking to Ammaarah on the phone and I said, 'Kya karrein Ammaarah aap?'
She said 'Hum juice peerien', so I said, 'Hum ko do na please' and she said 'Lo'
So I made gulping noises and said 'Thank you Ammaarah!' and she said, 'Finish kar diye aap?' and I said 'Haan, finish kar diye' to which she said in a victorious tone, 'Yahan pe glass mein hain! Aap ghalat bole!'
She apparently hates my dad doing any kind of laad with her when she's going to sleep and on one day when my dad was trying to put her to bed, she said 'Aisssa zor se chubatiyoon, khoon nikalna'! My dad apparently didn't even understand but my mom was stunned, to say the least… KIDS!
Sigh. I miss her.