Sunday, November 27, 2005
Apple of My i(POD)
This sleek beauty is the Apple iPOD Nano, freshly made available in Kolkata. It has most recently found residence in the snug comfort of D's newly tailored trousers. :-] Yaaay! He bought with own, hard-earned monies. I izza da proud! I can't explain it, but I'm exhilarated everytime he buys something for himself - maybe it's because he vicariously fulfils my shopaholic dreams, but it's more because he's the only 24-year old I know who can afford an iPOD and other such expensive toys. I mean, I know there are a whole lot of others, but they're not my friends. So, we shall be most admiring, and shall regard with wonder how it is as small as a credit card. [D says it is the size of his lighter. I will see, and then will I believe. Chances are I will gape a bit.] And of course, we shall notice how it makes the gom-gom in the ear. :-]
I have SEVEN visible strands of grey on my head. It is most disheartening. My mother is worried we might not be able to afford a ghor-jamai. She is this close to beating her forehead and screaming "porarmukhi".
I looked at my behind in the mirror today and squealed,"Brihot pNod!" again, as my father walked past, nodding gravely.
I have not smoked a joint since Pujo, although I am in the vicinity of joints every day. It iz ze pride, zat I swell with.
The Professor, my other good friend and confidante has called 6 times and made weird noises over the phone. Which means it is time to buy a new battery. I must one day write a post about the Professor, who plays quite an important role in ... er .. the tragicomedy of my life ... n awl that. Right now, he's playing the mediator between D and myself, and he does it with panache. The Professor is old (left side of 40), he is balding, unmarried, and believes he can play football and have forearms to reckon with. I believe otherwise, but that's neither here nor there. For the record, the Professor is NOT and has NEVER been, a love interest ['tis a common error made by friends, just thought I should clarify].
D has asked me to a movie next Sunday. I have been unable to tell him that I feel miserable around him. I haven't a clue why he wants to go out - possibly sense of courtesy acting up, wants to show me the iPOD, seeing as how excited I am about it. Polite declination doesn't work with him. [uhm, I cannot lie, I want to see him]. Damn.
And now I'm late for a bit of vodka :-]