Back with a bang ! [Ouch]

Its been a pretty weird week.


The first day, I got up groggily at around 8-15, took my toothbrush, put on the paste and tottered towards the bathroom. In a trance, I put the toothbrush into my mouth only to discover that it tasted slightly weird. Nevertheless I went on.

Later I discovered that I'd put on the Odomas cream lying next to the tube of toothpaste.

A little later I discovered that I was damn lucky I didnt use the Chlotrimazole tube instead.


The second day, I was hard at work when as usual, Pepsy came over to have his little chat with me. He started telling me about his evening plans. He told me he was planning to meet up with an old friend of his, who was bringing along three hot girls. They were gonna catch a movie and then go to a pub after that.

"Cool" I said. "Have fun, dude."

He then asked me what were my plans. I told him that I had a little bit of work left and would try to complete as much of it as possible.

He shook his head and said "Loser."

Two other guys, a girl and a computer game called me a loser that day.


The third day, I wasnt in too much of a mood to work. I was arbitly visiting a lot of orkut scrapbooks. I visited the book of this particular friend of mine called Chhedi (http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=7168965254833767655). He had a profile snap of himself with the beach in the background. I left him the following scrap.

"In your profile snap, can you move the dickhead a little bit so that I can see the shore?"

He replied back with this scrap,

"I can see tht u r indeed jealous of the grace and charm of the person who keeps springing up in your orkut picture list, and understandably with a face similar to constipated redwood tree, you would but naturally want to rid the realization of your inadequacies by going on nudging me to remove the picture... cut it out, it aint working buddy... "

I didnt understand much, but I understood why people call him 'Duckie'.


The fourth day, sometime in the evening, I got an SMS from some weird number which went like this "Hi Karthik. How are you?"

For some inexplicable reason, I assumed that it was some hot girl, and with a smile I typed back the message "I am doing good. How are you baby?"

She replied back, "I am fine too. Did you wish her?"

Her message confused me for a second. A second later I realized that the number belonged to my sister. Two seconds later, I realized that it was my mom's birthday and I hadnt wished her.


The fifth day, Sam called me up and reminded me about the bet we had about a girl. We had agreed that we both will fight for a girl and whoever spends time with her or does something to gain her favor would get some number of points. He told me that in the last couple of days, he had talked to her 4 times, messaged her 14 times, played scrabble with her once and had talked her into a movie the following weekend.

"I think I am about 70 points ahead." he said gleefully.

After I was done talking to him, I thought maybe I should open my account and atleast meet up with her. I picked up my mobile and sent her a message "Hey there ! How about meeting up at Barista today... say around 9?"

Back she replies, "Umm... who is this?"


The sixth day, I was hard at work again. I would have opened orkut or my yahoo mail just about 4 times the whole day. Which means, I spent barely 10 minutes in about 9 hours doing something apart from my work.

Thanks to my luck, exactly on those four occasions my boss had walked over to tell me something.

After the 4th time this happened, I decided that I wouldnt let this happen again and I wouldnt do anything apart from working on the presentation for the rest of the day. In fact, I decided I wouldnt even turn my head. Maybe my boss would get impressed that I am so caught up in my work that I couldnt even hear him coming.

So I fixed a frown on my face and stared non stop at the screen.

A little later, I heard someone coming over. I didnt turn around and stared purposefully at the screen. The footsteps stopped near me and someone tapped on my shoulder. Pretending as if I was completely oblivious to the happenings around me, I put on a dazed expression and turned my head.

Pepsy took one look at me, one look at the screen and shook his head.

"Loser", he said.

The seventh day, I was just about to go to bed when I realized that I hadnt switched on the repellent yet. Feeling a bit lazy about switching on the light, I groped in the darkness for the repellent's switch. I think I didnt quite touch the switch, because something happened and I was slammed onto the wall.

As I lay sprawled on my bed, with my index finger smoking as if I had just zapped someone into a frog, the door opened.

"Enti ra, dude" my gulti neighbour said, "Why did you just bang the wall?"


Its been a pretty weird week, I tell you.