The week that was...

I finally got to do the 2 things I'd promised myself to do...

• Took a trip to Diu
• Competed in the Badminton matches in college

Let's just take one thing at a time shall we...

Nine girl friends took off to Diu. No BOYS allowed. There were the MCPs who defiantly said that a trip without guys would fail miserably, that we'd land up in trouble not knowing how to handle problems... well, No problems faced... was the best trip ever... IN YOUR FACE GUYS!!! The beaches, the fort, the caves... they were all just so beautiful, I can't believe I didn't make a trip there earlier. Sadly though, we didn't drink too much. Just had some Port Wine. Even sadder was that we didn't get one crazy weirdo drunk.

And how can I forget... I got the best-est birthday gift ever. The night that we spent at Hoka (the beach resort there), my friends surprised me with a beautiful cake (they made the lousiest excuses to go and buy it). My birthday was a week away, but they thought it would be just beautiful to celebrate it in Diu. The cake cut, "Happy Birthday" done with, my friends dropped the bombshell... my friends had brought me to Diu as my birthday gift. I can't thank each of you enough. Really made it so special.

The next day, after a fair share of the museums, the Churches and the cross dressers, we decided to head back to college.

Just when I thought NOW life was going to be Oh Hum... oh so boring... whaddya know... the annual Baddy tournament was on soon. Yippeeee.... Not that I'm great at it or anything, but then it is the only sport I play. A few moons ago, when my back was troubling me, my doctors told me that I wouldn't be allowed to play for an entire year. The surgery didn't worry me much. But that statement had me crying buckets. Post surgery my friends would not let me touch the racquet for months.

But I had vowed to play in the tournament, no matter what. Yes, I had to wait for those painful 4 months post surgery, but finally I did get to play. The tournament was good fun. I didn't win the doubles series and was placed 2nd in the singles. Don't really care whether I won or lost. But the fact that I got to play... It gave me such a high. And the same set of friends who'd yell if I touched the racquet earlier, were rooting for me, cheering me on the court, whispering tactics I could use, repeating the opponents' weaknesses... Thanks again.

I am feeling the aches now. Every inch of me hurts. I'm no sportswoman, definitely don't have the stamina. Too damn tired to type anymore.

My "Happy Birthday" is in 2 days. So yeah, I've celebrated my birthday in advance... for an entire week!!!

The Best days ever...

Well you know how people think that we Master's students are so busy??? Welcome to MICA.

The last few days have been so relaxing.

• I've slept for atleast 13-14 hours each day. I never sleep this much. I think one stupid friend's nature is finally rubning off on me. (I'm not complaining A'loo)
• I have watched so much of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Well, I watch this series so often, but the fact that now, with VERY limited supply, I have to watch the same episodes over n over again. (this time I am complaining A'loo)
• I've been introduced to Orkut... and boy is this addictive or what!!! I am joining arbit communities (3 cheers to all the TAMIL communities, love u guys there). I hunt for my friends, hunt for my friend's friend's friends too. I have written Testimonials for friends and others too. Been bitten once, but not shy at all!!!
• Worked on one finance assignment... put in 3 hours on this
• Worked on my thesis... put in 1 hour on wasted "Literature review" and 15 minutes to make the PPT

And now... I'm gonna take a break from all this and go "Do the Diu"... it's such a cliched phrase used on campus. Have to start packing... This would be the most difficult one hour in the last 72 hours. Which outfit to pack, what make-up stuff to take, what accessories to wear, do they all match??? Will go and get DJ/Dee/A'loo to help me pack.

The Hunt...

Yes, it's official... I'm handing over the responsibility of MY getting hitched to my friends. They can go through the trauma of finding me Mr. Right.

Here goes...

Dee - hunt your cousin down. You need to ensure that the B'lore meet DOES happen.
Smee - Hunt your good looking cousin down. U.K. is just too ideal to give up. Batchmates from computer/AOL classes would do just fine as well.
A'loo - Stick to the GSB's will ya. Just leave my clan alone.
Harsh - A NATty guy would be nice you know...

I know that at the end of the day, my Mr. Right would be this Tam Bram guy... the types you'd want to take home to Amma. The Engg grad (pref. the IITian), the MBA (pref. an IIM alumnus), slightly shy, loyal to old friends, thoughtful, focussed, witty, is good at atleast one sport, shows keen interest in classical art forms... Ofcourse, along with the "He must be"s, is a list of "He must NOT be"s as well - Spineless, liar, condescending, pretentious...

Normally I do like a hint of pride in men. But they'd better know their stuff well before getting too cocky about it.

You see, if my friends don't help me, my aunt in Seattle will do her job. She's already compiling a database of the unmarried Tam Bram techies working at Microsoft.

Its funny how I exactly know the kind of guy I want, although I haven't been able to find one on my own.

You know what's funnier? The guys I've had crushes on so far come no where close to the criteria above. Actually come to think of it, two guys came very close, but I was too scared to let them know how I felt. Don't have the heart nor guts to ruin friendships over silly crushes.

Never mind... the dreamer in me wishes to live on.