I demonstrate my lack of will power

I went shopping today to Phoenix Mills, with JC and the Generous Benefactoress (who, true to her name, bought me a very nice cloth Body Shop bag.) They, and another friend, are all going to Goa together. Lali is off to Delhi soon, and Diwali will be just me, some fairy lights and a bottle of vodka. Hmmm.. that doesn't sound so bad, actually.

I am throwing a party though, this Diwali. Half Diwali, half Halloween, which becomes (Wait for it!) the Hallowali party. The theme is gods and goddesses, so I'm going to be Lakshmi, in a red sari, carrying around wads of fake cash and wearing a paper lotus pinned to my pleats. Sadly, because it is on the day of Diwali, I don't know how many people will come and so far my FB event page shows only seven confirmed guests. I think my parties in Delhi might have been better, at least, I was ensured of a crowd and a good time. All the parties I've thrown in this city have been somewhat lacking.

I'm also feeling a little sorry for myself, as you can tell. The weather sucks, my boyfriend and his friends are going to Goa without me (a) someone has to cat sit; b) I figure he's owed a holiday without me since I did my B3 Goa weekend earlier this year.) and I can't stop thinking about home. Delhi home. Where the weather must be changing now and TC has reopened. I've been thinking a lot about my old life there as well--Small and me, in our huge house which was as much to rent as my tiny little room here. I like my life in Bombay very much, but every now and then I am assailed with homesickness, especially now, with winter almost upon us, where the smell in Delhi must be fresh and slightly frosty, and shawls and sweaters are pulled out of mothballs. Meh. I'm not helping myself, am I?

Yesterday was the horrible horrible riots very close to where I live, and I basically stayed at home and refused to get out. I'm so pissed off with the entire situation. I'm so pissed off with a lot of things about the governance of this country to tell the truth. Examples of what you can't do in two of the biggest metros in the world in a country that is one of the largest democracies:

1) Arrest a blatantly biased politician for doing blatantly bad things without four, count 'em, F.O.U.R people dying in the fallout riots.

2) Keep said politician in jail for fear of what the "law and order" situation might be.

3) Drive a car back home from work.

4) Smoke a fucking cigarette in a fucking bar.

5) Yell at someone on the road who cuts you off with his bad driving without the fear of being shot in the face.

That's all I can think of off the top of my head but I'm sure more will come to me. I'm really not liking this non-comment thing, but I'm hoping the haters will get bored of not being able to post anything in another few posts and then you, Reader With Constructive Thing To Say and I can have our happy dialogues once more. It is kinda stupid to be scared off by some random nasty anons, right? Yeah, it is. And I LOVE my comments section. It gives me joy. What the fuck, I'm going to reopen them and just delete mercilessly if I'm bothered.

I lasted all of one post. Wow. You can imagine what it was like when I quit smoking! (But, if you DO want to keep emailing, please continue. I heart emails and I reply there even if I don't in the comments page.)