This date means something. All dates which add up to 7 mean something in my life. There always is some connection. But right now I can't remember the reason for this one.
I ate two lunches today. Two full lunches. Not kidding. Ate at office first. Some friends were hanging out near where my office is. They asked me to join them for lunch. I told them that I've already taken my lunch so I'll come but won't eat. Then the food arrived on the table. Fried Bombay duck. Masala prawns. Grilled Promphet. I ate like my last meal was in last December.
We are seven friends who have spent better part of the nineties and half of the noughties together. Since we lived within two kms of each other and went to the same school and then to the same college, we met almost daily. All of us. Now after four years everybody is in town. Yet a meeting with all seven present at the one time is becoming difficult to plan. Girlfriends would adjust or at least you could lie to them with no serious repercussions. But fiances and wives won't listen and a lie they will catch very quickly with dire consequences in near and medium term for the liar. So they get priority now. Marriages, I tell you, while they help start new families also ruin some others.
Day before yesterday I booked tickets to a place. I am not telling anybody about it yet except my family and the two friends who are going there with me. There are some formalities to be completed. Some more bookings to be done. I am afraid somebody will jinx the trip. I am superstitious like that. But when I get on that plane all those who need to know will know.
I called up a friend in the evening and told her 'lets go drinking tomorrow'. I've been going out with friends and drinking but have not gone out with the purpose of drinking only in a long time. And as soon as I put the phone down, reflecting upon the idea that I had enthusiastically suggested to the friend, I suddenly felt a little old for it. I guess all these weddings that I am attending off-late must be the reason I feel like that. The feeling must be only seasonal. At least I'd like to believe so.
I ate two lunches today. Two full lunches. Not kidding. Ate at office first. Some friends were hanging out near where my office is. They asked me to join them for lunch. I told them that I've already taken my lunch so I'll come but won't eat. Then the food arrived on the table. Fried Bombay duck. Masala prawns. Grilled Promphet. I ate like my last meal was in last December.
We are seven friends who have spent better part of the nineties and half of the noughties together. Since we lived within two kms of each other and went to the same school and then to the same college, we met almost daily. All of us. Now after four years everybody is in town. Yet a meeting with all seven present at the one time is becoming difficult to plan. Girlfriends would adjust or at least you could lie to them with no serious repercussions. But fiances and wives won't listen and a lie they will catch very quickly with dire consequences in near and medium term for the liar. So they get priority now. Marriages, I tell you, while they help start new families also ruin some others.
Day before yesterday I booked tickets to a place. I am not telling anybody about it yet except my family and the two friends who are going there with me. There are some formalities to be completed. Some more bookings to be done. I am afraid somebody will jinx the trip. I am superstitious like that. But when I get on that plane all those who need to know will know.
I called up a friend in the evening and told her 'lets go drinking tomorrow'. I've been going out with friends and drinking but have not gone out with the purpose of drinking only in a long time. And as soon as I put the phone down, reflecting upon the idea that I had enthusiastically suggested to the friend, I suddenly felt a little old for it. I guess all these weddings that I am attending off-late must be the reason I feel like that. The feeling must be only seasonal. At least I'd like to believe so.
