and i went shopping...

I just loved this weekend. It was raining discounts at every big brand store in bombay ( apart from the normal rain, ofcourse!) the shopping freak in me took over and i was happily hopping across the stores...

Talking about the other rain, I always wonder, how do materialists - metereologists or whoever, measure rain...I feel a communist sense of discomfiture to imagine that there will be a a bechara employed in every meterological office whose job description is a single line ' hold a test tube to one strand (?!) of rain and keep measuring it'....all to come up with a silly measurement of it rained 223.4 mm in Jumri thalaiya today..a detail noone but meteorlologists (damn the spelling) are only bothered abt...worse, I shudder to think of the plight of the same guy in the Chennai office, who is in the danger of losing his job considering it rains an average of .0038 millimetre every monsoon over there! ( big boss - "I think u arent holding the test tube properly - we need to show better figures/ amma will chase us out of our jobs")

Back to my shopping, it was amazing to see how mad mumbai ppl can get in monsoon. there were precisely 1340 shoppers (several cute guys at that ...) in the 1200 sq. ft store in a lazy saturday afternoon...

One thing that never ceases to upset me after every shopping spree is how I end up buying the same shade of 'dull mauve' (as my friends encouragingly call it) and worse the same sniff powder colour with stripes shirt. It has something to do with the shop lighting u know - every colour looks brright and pleads 'pick-me-up'..but to think of it, my affliction with sniff powder - i think- began post growing up watching nattu mama sniffing away to glory and making that loud between a belch and a sneeze kinda noise...my brother and me have often tried imitating it, but only ended up in tears...

The shopping was the only nice part of the weekend ...what happened later was quite a nightmare (literally).
I was dreaming as below:
So I met this handsome smart suave tambram boy (WHAT an oxymoron!) who had done an MBA from Harvard and is working with he-man brothers. It didnt take us much time to start seeing each other , and one day he just asked me to close my eyes and he took my hands and............
ouuuuuuuuuucccccccccccchhhhhhhhhhh - what a bite......
screammmm I got up and there was this squeaky dirty thing looking at me with a challenging gleam...its teeth was hanging on to something - oh wait that was my hand!!!!!! A rat had bitten me! lemme put it this way a RAT bit ME..!

I dont want to get into any gory details here..It would suffice to say that spent my sunday trying to call doctors and went through the agony of nurses laughing behind my back (to put it subtly)

Now my living moments are spent in the constant fear that am gonna become a rat woman - eeks - my teeth has started protruding as well ...!

will blog again if iam not crawling across the dirty towns fighting with dr.bad cat or the likes.