*I don’t know what it is about certain people that make you regress about ten or twenty years. I had a friend visiting this last week, and I swear, I felt nineteen all over again. I don’t know—have you ever been part of a group for so long that once you reassemble from different parts of the country all of you wind up playing the same roles you did back when you were eighteen? It’s all very loving, but also at the same time, somewhere at the back of your head, your adult self keeps going, “DUDE. I’M STILL BACK HERE.” Weird.
*I never know how much to reveal or not reveal on Facebook. There are some (annoying) people on my news feed who are all about the Heartbreak! and the Drama! and Angsty Song Lyrics! But for me, I just keep thinking of all the randoms that I’ve added over the years (and everyone has a certain amount of randoms) and thinking of their reaction to my weepy updates, that I usually press the backspace button and get rid of everything, resorting instead to either a) song lyrics that mean nothing unless you know the whole song or b) something funny. I can do funny. Funny is my friend.
*So you know how every time you break up with someone you change your hair? Or is that just me? My hair at the moment looks terrible, unless it’s in a very stern bun. I even did a doodle of it to show you:
So now, I’m thinking of having it rebonded. Now I know rebonding is terrible etc etc, but oh, I’ve been wanting this my whole life. I have (as someone said to me the other day) “virgin hair” and I would really like to be that girl with straight hair, even if it is fleeting.
* I’m off again to Delhi soon, to go to the Jodhpur music festival and to generally lick my wounds in the lovely October weather. When I return, SOMEONE will be leaving my flat, either me or JC, because really, this is ridiculous. I need to start househunting soon, although I’m afraid with my paltry budget, it’s going to be kind of hard to find the space I’m looking for (a SEPARATE bedroom from the hall, lots of light, a decent neighbourhood and preferably: affordable enough for just me and TC, no roommates). Still no harm in looking, right?
*Last week I was very fancy and went to the Busaba 9th anniversary party. Busaba is a place I used to go to a lot, and then I sort of forgot it existed, and last Thursday I was all “Oh, hello again!” It was full of shiny people, and I chugged my weight in wine and danced even though the balls of my feet were complaining at me, and it was all very awesome. You couldn’t tell by looking at me how broke I was, and the stuff was on the house anyway. I should really go back to Busaba on a regular night, I forgot how much I liked it—shiny people and all.
*Actually, there’s just something about South Bombay I like. I like to joke that I didn’t move to Bombay, I moved to Bandra, but while Bandra is AWESOME, South Bombay has a certain.. something. I like the buildings, I like the feeling in the air of being in a large city (because really, if you think about it, Bandra is like a village.) I like the options. There are some things South Bombay does not have: notably alcohol delivered to your doorstep at 3 am, but still, it’s attractive. It’s a bit too late for me to move out of Bandra (my friends are here, I work from home, so hard to make new friends outside parties, and people in the South are a little more.. elitist.) but I like to think of the what-may-have-beens.