I've just woken up from a stupor like nap, which lasted about three hours, after-effects of this last week where I was waking up at six and going to bed at midnight every day. eM minus sleep is normally not a happy camper, but I've had an excellent week, off on a training camp with the NGO I'm going to be working with. Everyone there was all MASSIVELY dedicated and massively passionate about what they did and I felt very small and insignificant and full of awe and developed a sort of mass crush, staring around me with shiny eyes. (Sadly, mostly all women.) I met many lovely new people, did some soul searching and soul baring and things I have never done before and yeah, basically, I'm really glad I went. But, in keeping with my not blogging about work-type things, I'm going to leave it at that.
Shortly, I have a date. I don't know whether it's a DATE date, or just an encounter with a man, but it involves me dressing up and wearing lots of perfume and shaving my legs and things like that. It's also with a man who looks a lot like Jesus Christ, which is kinda funny, coz my friend Sameer has for the longest time told me that he thinks my song is When You Were Young by the Killers. So every time I go out with a guy, he sings one line from the song, the bit where it goes: He doesn't look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman, like you remember when you were yooooooung. And NOW he actually does look a lot like Jesus. Sameer, if you're reading this, HAH.
In terms of personal development though, I think post-Delhi, I'm doing quite well. I feel evolved and sorted and together and all that. Right before I left for Lonavla, I had quite the hectic weekend also. (Not thinking about going out for a week has made it a little hard to remember what exactly I did, but I think it's coming together now.) Friday, I had gone first to Boat Club (soooper shady, but cheap) with 4WD (whose blog address I have lost so he'll just have to comment on this post so I can link it) and Ira (who comments, but I don't know whether she wants me to link her or not.) And then of course to beloved Zenzi, where I'm going again tonight. Yay Zenzi. I have withdrawal symptoms, seriously. Although Zenzi is like the worst place for a first date because I inevitable meet SO many people I know and then they linger to chat and then everything is all social and less one-on-one. But that's okay in this situation because a) I don't know whether it IS a date and b) I think we're doing something post that as well. Yay for Saturday night in Bombay!
We had headed to China House after that and meh, I'm so over it. China House is not very nice any more, actually, no, scratch that, it's the same, I'm just not a huge fan any more. And I haven't been drunk in a while either. But that night I think there was tequila and then some mixing of drinks--vodka and Bacardi and something else and it's a wonder I woke up the next morning, not only hangover free but peppy enough to write three columns and send them out before 5 pm.
BB (another friend I surprisingly haven't blogged about earlier since before I went to Delhi we were hanging out ALL the time and now are convinced we're MFEO and BFF and all that) (That's Made For Each Other and Best Friends Forever, just in case you were wondering) had a party on Saturday evening, which began at four pm, which of course meant everyone showed up by seven. BB is called BB on this blog for a very specific reason, but I'm not going to elaborate because she's taller than I am and might sit on me. It was a good party, much alcohol, some cut up watermelon, but since both the Beebster and her flatmate are very popular people, their flat quickly got very crowded and hot and so I left with some other friends to go for another party.
The other party was in Worli, in a BUNGALOW by the SEA and I seriously did not know Bombay was hiding houses like that. There was a two-tiered garden and a white parapet which I leaned on and watched the moon reflect off the waves which lapped against the house. Beautiful. Inevitably, at all parties, I find myself DJing by the computer, so I found some music I liked and got people to dance and had a good time before I had to leave at two in order to get like five hours of sleep before I caught the bus the next day to Lonavla.
I'm kinda nervous about teaching though (which is what I'll be doing with the NGO). I mean, I've learnt the theory of it in the last week and next week I'll learn about the practicalities of it but it won't be the same before I actually DO it. I like kids, I like their personalities and their energy and their honesty but I don't know whether that qualifies me to impart knowledge or anything. But I really am looking forward to it. It helps that I'm creative, I guess, because I can take that and use it in the classroom. Imagine little ol' me a teacher. Wow. It's going to be so, so different from anything I've ever done and also, I think, the most challenging job I've ever had. Stage fright is overcoming me now.
It's 9.20 and I should go shower before my possible date with JC. It's good to be back though and not have to travel for a while! But, aargh, Bombay is soooooooo hot and sticky, I wish I had an air conditioned bubble to travel with.
ps: Would the anon who posted the last comment on this post please stand up? I'm very curious, and it was a lovely comment (even though I'd have preferred it to be a little less, um, specific), even though I'm not entirely sure it was directed at me, considering the last time I was at a beach was with KVA and I don't think he's leaving me loving comments. It's nice to recieve non-you-are-horrible comments from anons though, I must say.