My RFM Situation Part Deux

I came back home after a week of roughing it up in the desert last Friday. A nice weekend where I wouldn’t do anything other than sleeping was my total agenda. Little did I know that the universe can’t see me not- distressing for even a little while.  It was just two weeks since my Mumbai version 2.0 had started and already it throwing me into the loop.

So I come home, sleep depraved, only to find my room-mate-from-hell plonked in my room. I was waiting for her to vacate when she says that “my AC is not working, I can’t live like this; I am moving out”.  So, the lady cannot stay in a place which is walk-able from her office, can also be considered as part of SOBO and let’s not forget the Seaface factor.  She can’t stay without an AC. Period.  She apparently called my owner and shouted at him to work on this or else! For which the guy obviously replied “Go buy your own AC, or else leave”.  In the middle of the ego battle, poor old me is without a room-mate and on the brink of moving out. Life couldn’t get any better. I should start stocking up more cough syrup or start reading Ann Enright.

That’s not all, after a long and arduous battle I finally gave up. My parents won this round. So, I was trying to tell my dad that I can’t send a “picture” because I don’t have any thing of the kind they are looking for.  My dad’s reply was “wear a sari, ask your friend to take a picture on your new cam; it should come useful at least in this way”. I most definitely did not do that (My poor DSLR would cry if he heard such blasphemous statements :(). I dredged out a pretty grainy picture and sent it to him. So, I am officially in the market (should I be saying that?). My picture is floating around to be judged by random people. I am not so sure how I feel about it, but for now I am in a boat called denial, which is right now in the middle of the ocean and I can’t see or hear a thing.

Two slam dunks in one day, today was definitely lucky for me. What was that special thing I did that made these miracles happen? Should research!