El ! Oh ! Ve ! Ee!

The five day holiday spree is already getting to me. So much so that I'm sitting at eleven thirty with my and dad and watching old songs on television with his running commentary about how we kids dont have tasteful music anymore. Thankfully, I have my BB to keep me entertained and connected with Sushant, who fortunately is being nocturnal since its Diwali. He's having dinner with his friends and complaining about how we cant meet for the next 5 days. Yes, I'm feeling horrible as well. But I really cant do anything about it and dont you'll dare call me a heartless uncaring girlfriend. I am not. Okay, maybe sometimes. But I try very hard to be nice. Like right now, I'm writing this blogpost for him. It's nice right? I mean, i know I havent written anything about him yet and I can see more I's in this paragraph so I'll just go for it..
I've been assaulted with questions and exclamations of surprise when people have seen me with him. He isnt exactly the types I would pick considering my track record and rantings. He has spectacles, a round face and comes across as particularly upright proper decent gentleman when you meet him. Zzzzzzz...
I know but funnily enough, I fell. Hard. Not good considering he's the type my parents pretend to love but actually hate. He's the type everyone would want as a friend because he's so goddamn lovable but not as a guy. He's just too..nice. Almost presenting no elements of surprise or mystery. No jigsaw puzzle to figure out. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. He's just as you see him. No complexities, no deep rooted emotional trauma that I need to mother out and no secrets that I need to hide. He trusted me implicitly while I keep doubting him, even now. He looks bewildered when I get mad about the smallest things, making me realise how stupid I'm being. He looks amused when I behave childish and dance around everywhere. He loves hearing me sing off key.
He is very predictable. Though he never does the same things twice and he never keeps any pet names or maraos silly movie dialogues. His next favorurite thing after me is sea food and vada pav so I guess I feel honored considering he wants to eat them all the time. I tell him I love him as much as I love money. So I guess it works both ways. He's quite blissfully ignorant of me talking to another man while I breathe down the neck of a 45 year old woman in office who is throwing herself at him. He's calm, composed, sometimes prone to silliness (like doing a Salman Khan collar shaking dance step to make me laugh because I was down and I know how much he hates dancing) and his clumsy attempts to make breakfast (which turned out to be quite tasty actually).
He giggles like he's being tickled, has an Alan Rickman hot voice thing going on and keeps prodding me to work (one of the real reasons why I work really hard..and the money, of course) His weird knack of knowing who is genuine and who isnt, his ability to get me out of a slack mood by getting me mad and our similar twisted sense of humour( which usually involves making fun of people) is what has probably helped me through the hard days of work.
For the 4 months he's been with me, work and life has become a whole lot easier and lighter. I dont need to keep wondering where this relationship is going or if I'm important enough. He understands why work is a priority, never wants an unecessary sacrifice and doesnt throw tantrums. I dont need to dress up or eat like a lady.
All I need to be prepared for is..
Being loved. :D

Stories To Tell.

It's been nine months since I attended lectures in college, six years since I left school and eight years since I stopped doing homework. It's been 3 weeks since I last came on facebook properly, two months since I've written a blog post and two minutes since I've checked my BB, wondering if anyone has pinged me. My wardrobe and shopping list has changed from casuals to formals, there's no wallet anymore but a card, there's a boss instead of a teacher who's better at demanding and harder to please and I have parents complaining that the house has become a hostel. My tracks are replaced with heels, my slouch has straightened, my nails are always pristine and colorless and not chipped with nailpolish, home food is only one meal a day, school and college friends have become a weekend ritual and books that I have bought are still waiting for my attention. There's no worry about losing weight, no worrying about time to kill, no unecessary small talk, sleep comes easily enough, no time to slack nor any time to argue and simple explanations on why you dont remember someone's birthday. ("I forgot").
When we were in college, my friends used to talk about having stories to tell their kids. Espescially on how their guy would propose to them. I think I'll have a story to tell too. But who knows? It might just not be the classy proposal that you hoped or dreamed about. It might just be going down on one knee in a cab, or you getting frustrated enough waiting that you ask him yourself...but then, that's a story too, isnt it?
Today's my college friend's 21st birthday and thankfully, she reminded me that it was as well as being gracious enough to call me for it. We wont be doing anything new.The usual, really. Five of us sitting round our usual table at our usual restaurant talking about usual things...anybody else would have thought it to be boring to do that on such a big day for her. But when you think about how things have drastically changed for all of us, I'd like to keep these things the same usual boring way. Like F.R.I.E.N.D.S. have Central Perk and Archie's has Pop Tates, I have 5 Spice. My life has been blessed and good, for now. I have good demanding friends, a good demanding job and loving and demanding parents..I shouldnt crib nor should I stop wanting more and making it happen...
Quite simply, I love my life, with all its quirks and 'usualness' ...