something to be thankful for

uff! i was stupid enough to board the second class compartment for men on a borivili slow last night. OMG! i had to get down at goregaon, but the crush was just SO bad, i just stayed on the train till the last station.

on getting down, the crush continued. all the way down the platform, till the exit, and i found myself in a thick crowd of men after a really long time.

and glory be! no one pawed, no one grabbed! if this had happened in cochin, I'd have been too depressed for words today (no, it's unlikely I would have turned around, and kicked/screamed/punched the first random male behind me- and besides, even if I had, I'd still be depressed today)

anyhoo, back to ystdy. I don't praise this city much, or often. mostly I think the praise heaped on it is unjustified, silly and usually misses the truth by miles. a lot of stuff really sucks about mumbai. but, when it comes to being a lone woman needing to travel at pretty much any time of day- i can't praise it enough.

no songs on my mind this morning, there usually is some random, usually bawdy/bad tune i wake up with. been listening to some songs by Foals and CSS, like is in the air.

the peeflex is a lonely child

came up with a new word in the shower some days back.

Peeflex
–adjective
1. Physiology. noting or pertaining to involuntary urinary response to a stimulus.
–noun
1. Physiology.
a. Also called Peeflex act, urination caused by a reflex response.

In the words of Charlie Brown- "Good Grief!"

I just forgot I was one of a two! Lol.

I was just speaking with my boyfriend about what he was upto today. He said he had meeting 1, then meeting 2, and then wanted to meet his girlfriend. And for 3 seconds I was like, "Oh, ok. he's got other plans."

Oh Lord, save me from me!

P.S: question: when does one use ' and when does one use "?

the sister-aunty crossover

there comes a time in every girl's life when she gets tired of fooling around.
juggling hearts, in a 3-ring circus can someday drive a body down to the ground.
i never imagined that love would rain on me and make me wanna settle down.
oh baby it's true, i think i do and i just wanna tell you, that i want to with you.

(sing it to the tune of prince's 'forever in my life', in fact these are the lyrics to said song, just substituted 'girl' for 'man' in the first line- I LURVE YOU PRINCE!)

onwards, this morning a cab driver called me aunty, and i've recently returned from Lucknow where everyone calls you some variant of sister, didi or behen.

now, i'm not particular about being called either, thank goodness- but i do wonder which camp to personally subscribe to...

at work unfortunately, almost everyone calls me madam (i would die a little bit every time i heard it when i started out, but not any more) but, to be fair, we really don't have an Indian variant to 'excuse me'. which means that the average 'mid-twenties to any-age' woman gets subjected to all of the above imbued with any of a wide range of emotions from the sneer to really icky obsequiousness (oooh! 'longest word in blog' moment!) so,

adam! i'm not madam
nor sister, aunty, none of them!
(need help finishing this limerick... ideas are welcome)