My Life & Friends

So, things have been going pretty smoothly the last month or so. I did the whole vacation thing without my parents knowing a single detail (even with my phone not working most of the time and me living in perpetual fear of that lone kannada voice message of phone not reachable). I am in between projects; meaning I have a whole day to browse net in between making random proposals. And I actually am subscribing to Timeout to follow all the “events” that happen in and around the city.  I went to a German movie festival, a farmer’s market, a Karsh Kale concert and watched Copenhagen (the play). I was proud of meself! I was finally ready to embrace being a mumbaiker.(whatever that means, other than calling autowallas “Boss”, I tried doing that many-a time only to sound like a 10 year old kid trying to act cool in front of a rock band)

Coming to the job, I had this feeling since the first day that I joined this company that I don’t belong here. I never actively made a point to make it my home. I have a cubicle which I never personalized. I dint talk to the people for the first six months, I used to go home for lunch just to avoid making small talk. It took me almost a year to actually go out with my office people. Now, I am settling down kind of with a sense of resignation that I have to eventually accept the reality of this life. I am working as a PA for one of the directors against my better judgment (I am not an EA lets make this clear, I am the person who makes her schedule and fetches her print outs (!)).  But I have don’t mind all that anymore. I even have a photo club which meets every weekend. It’s like that Stephen King story “Everything’s eventual”; I am getting used to this life in a semi-mindless bliss.

I am settling my roots in the town all thanks to the two stooges (obviously not my choice of title). It’s the age of girl-friends. I am dependent on them as much as they are on me. I cook for them most of the time. P makes drinks; we sit around drinking, watching movies, dissecting our lives into the wee hours of the night. We make plans; we ditch them for sleeping in. We go on vacations together. When it comes to talking about what we are feeling right now, we would rather call each other at two in the night with our crazy theories.

I remember reading these lines somewhere and they made so much sense:

"There is a profundity in these relationships, not to mention their real dangers—we don’t compete with each other. It is much more complicated than that. It is these friends’, not men, who most impact our personality, who provide the opportunities for self-expression and self-discovery, who bear witness to the triumphs and tragedies of our lives, in whom we both find and lose ourselves."

I would rather watch Bride maids at home with a bottle of wine split between the three of us than going out to a concert with all the crowds.