Ye kya jagah hai doston...

The air smells of one part incense, one part hair oil and 5 parts heat. Yes, weird description there, I know. Let that serve as a warning about how senseless this post is going to get.

Friday was a fun day. To say it was raining cats and dogs in Hong Kong, would be an understatement. It delayed me for dinner. It made my straight hair look all wirey. And it made my white sandals look brown. Was I happy? No. Was I hungry? Yes. Was I cold? Maybe. But I forgave. Because after finally making it to Baci for dinner, it was 'good times' all the way. Portobello mushrooms, gnocchi and wine. Almost a celebration, for no particular reason. Followed by Germany-Costa Rica at Bulldogs. And almost falling off the table. And no, not because I was drunk. Because some fatso also tried to sit there and it resulted in a see-saw effect. Poor me. I could go on with stories about friday, but I dont want to. It is all a kind of a blur. A good blur. A weird blur. A blur blur.

I doubt I've ever been as tired as I was when I landed in Singapore on saturday. And before I knew it, it was sunday afternoon and I was using my hair dryer to dry my clothes and pack them. The things we do! I was trying to fit in meeting up friends for coffee, packing, going to office and picking up some stuff, and reaching the airport on time, all in 3 hours. Needless to say, I couldnt do it all. I am not superwoman. But then at times, I feel like I am. Okay, you dont have to believe me. But I know I have become more efficient at doing things. Not any specific work. Just, "things". After checking in for my flight on sunday evening, within 30 minutes, I had a meal at BK's, powered up my laptop to get some details, used those details to write a letter to a bank, got an envelope, stamped it, posted it, shopped wine for friends and reached my gate. On time. Sometimes, I surprise myself.

The flight to Chennai was delayed by 45 minutes, because, apparently, there was heavy air traffic. Bah! I was happy that the seat next to me was vacant. I was in no mood to make small talk. Quite accidently, I spilled my glass on the seat too. Which on hindsight, was a good thing to do, because this overweight, ugly, smiley man was looking for a seat to shift too. But thankfully this was too wet for his butt. Yipppee. I slept in peace.

It is strange how alien I felt landing in India last night. I guess I do feel out of place in Chennai. No, nothing personal. Maybe it is a sort of a subconscious expectation to understand the language when you land in your own country, and hence feel at home. Which I dont here. And everybody else does. Anyway, I am happy to use these 3 days to catch up on sleep, watch TV and eat mangoes. Heeehaaahaaa. Yes, I said mangoes!

I am not going anywhere with this post. But then, that hasnt stopped me before from blogging. But I'll spare you the torture. And go back to my 'weird' feeling.


PS: 'Weird' how you might agree with what I feel.