Lil Bitchy Session....It Is...!!!!

Dunno why this year festivities aint exciting me at all.....blame my health, work pressure, monotonous lifestyle, lonesomeness, new house...??????? Well whats d point trigggering brainz for things thats over and gone...its ok....lemme be myself is what I think to me right now...!! :)

The office today looks soooooooo dead....though 95% attendance with zombies glued to their screen yet largest and frequent yawns ever seen on the faces of these folks as usual always iritated faces...!!! :D (If any of the colleagues reading this....hey there....ofcourse I am kidding...!! ;) ). Well the reason wny today I could splurge some time out and write a blog from my work station is all thx to non working clients and media agencies.....!!!!!! So as I pondered what is it that I would want to express this time around....n phatttttt came the idea of writing about ppl around me....!! So here I gooooooo......

Recently not even a month now I have moved to a new house...before you all start congratulating me lemmme tell you....ofcourse RENTED it is....!!! So instead of congratulating please donate monies to pay my rents....!!!! ;)

Nevertheless, living in this new residential area has been quite a life shift. For one the people who live here are not exactly People Like Us. These are people of a different variant. For one. Some of them have duplexes. Or entire floors. Others have their homes kitted out in Real Versace Furniture. Suffice to say the clunk of my jaw hitting their polished Italian marble cracked a fair bit of it, when I saw said entire sofa and dining and bar set with the telltale Greek meander motif and dared ask the woman of the house politely about where she sourced said lovely furniture.

Others have personal trainers helping them do workouts in the garden area every morning. Yet others emerge from lifts with their hair blowdried to perfection while I hastily smoothen my autorickshaw blown hair into some semblance of manageability.

Yet others have retinues of help who march behind them when they go on their evening walk routines. Last weekend, I rubbed my eyes, hard, when I saw a drum shaped woman march down the jogging track, yapping loudly into her phone, with one maid following her holding on to a irritable infant, the second maid following maid one, carrying a huge baby bag bursting at the seams with bottles, diapers and assorted toys and a third following the first two holding a napkin and a small bottle of indeterminate liquid within it which contained probably some energy drink given that more energy was being dispensed in the talking over the phone than actually being consumed by the walking. Whoahhhhh what tantrums these rich fat filthy women have ;) (Oopsie dont mean to hurt neone....did I???)

Another dropped by in neighbourly manner and was astounded that I didn’t have a full time maid and was actually, gasp, shock, die, doing all the serving and clearing myself. With my own two hands. I did deliver a short discourse on the importance of being self reliant and how self cooking can be a stress buster....(ya ya look who is talking I pinched myself) and how much I love my job and what a sleep I get once I am back from work at home....!!! Super woman kinds is how I sound na...!!!! :) Stop your sarcastic smiles now...!!!

I wonder, if me, with my Solid Middle Class Sensibilities, would be able to fit here. Most of the evenings I walk along the residential roads around and notice the women walking along. They are wary, hesitant to crack a smile, lest I decide to worm myself into a conversation. I desist. I stop myself from smiling at strangers so they continue to remain strangers because I can see the wariness in their eyes.

There is the other variant of people here. People who seem to be People Like Us. Dressed in regular non designer labels with non designer bodies and hair, and women who look every bit the "Oh Noooo Soooo Much Nonsense Yet to Doooooo Types...." I so identify with. These are women with whom I could perhaps be friends if they would let me. But there are cliques formed already and the ranks are closed. So I walk on alone, with my blackberry in hand, tweeting to friends in the virtual world and googlegroup emailing to friends from the real world who welcome me. I can spam their Time Lines with infinite smileys and be assured that they will not freeze me out with a cold stare.

Who am I kidding? I am feeling terribly girl gang deprived. Am getting withdrawal symptoms. Am sure some night the spouse is going to be startled into wakefulness with me cackling manically about some gossip I never heard and see me threshing around helplessly with some secret in my stomach I just need to spill.
Going to plan a girl’s lunch soon. I need some bonding time with a girl gang. I need to chat with friends who won’t be sneak peeking at the carats on my ears and fingers.
On the flip, maybe this is God’s Great Plan to ensure that I really do concentrate on the walking and not get sidetracked by riveting discussions on how one fo the neighbor wifey had a zinger of a fight with her husband the other day and much furniture was hurled around by both parties. I have miles to go and loads to achieve. This is what I am meant to be doing. Be Myself. Seriously. :)