Dear Diary,
I turned 23 this tuesday.. seems like a joke to me. I never felt more un-twentythree my whole life. I also realised 23 sounds older than say, 24. My theory being that 23 sounds post-22 while 24 sounds pre-25. I hope u got what i mean. I am in mood for serious nonsensical babble with you.
I had a nice time on 2nd.. quite contrary to my plans, (which involved some serious lazing around the house.. singing songs while going up and down the staircase, lying low and munching away to glory) I ended up having the whole day out with my family. It couldn't get any better, especially with a mid-night surprise pulled off so nicely by my best friend and family.
I had been feeling quite low on the eve of my birthday, so decided to sleep it off. Happily unmindful of the barrage of phone calls and messages that were to come my way, I dozed off after taking a pill at 10pm, only to be woken up by H at midnight, with a dark chocolate truffle cake laden with lighted little candles standing atop. It was so sweet - the cake and the gesture both. Mum, Papa, S and Panther were all there and we cut the cake. Apparently, H had been in hiding in some other room for 2 hours before midnight..and the only word that I kept saying repeatedly as she materialised in my room was a repeated avowal of "shit! shit! shit!" That was before I scrambled for my spectacles and could see straight. I was then presented with gifts and gifts and gifts.. all of which I loved.
The whole day was spent replying to messages and taking phone calls from everyone..along with a 2 hour long trip to Gurgaon and back.
The next day , ie. yesterday I took my college friends out for a treat. It was nice and cosy at a Model Town eatery where we digged into mughlai dishes and got packed the rest.
It was nice and unplanned. That's the way I like things.
There is much that has been going on in my mind. Some troublesome shoots and some happy notes. A lot needs to be done and it is no reprieve that we celebrate Diwali tomorrow. I love the festival. But diyas make me feel sad and philosophical. I just wanna lay back and relax.. most probably i'll cook something interesting tomorrow.
But I do wanna enjoy Diwali. And I know I should shut the hell up, this post is getting more and more aimless. But i like it naaa. Pleeeej.
Today I watched The Prestige and loved it. Usually magic shows and circus are the things I don't feel very comfortable seeing..for different reasons. The magicians absurd outfits and the clowns at the circus make me feel suffocated. But the movie is a must-watch. It is brilliantly crafted and edited..the music is superb. imdb gives it 8.4 out of 10 so thats pretty neat. Besides, I learnt a trick or two.
I also later googled about Telsa, who is also there in the movie... a physicist/scientist who lived at the same time as Edison did but devoted his life to electromagnetism, nuclear science and electricity.
The movie is realistic and based on a book. Engaging.
I am sick and tired of Garima.. i am sick and tired of playing ludo with her just to keep her happy. Why should I keep our house-help happy? I really don't know. I despise ludo now. I need a strong cup of tea.
:(
Nea
