A Week in Chandi

I just spent a long long week in chandi and am back with a vengence.

things I have put behind me:
a) My past
b) My past
c) My past

So on n so forth.

Being home with family can be quite unnerving at times... however I coped well. Infact the constant bikkering served as a successful distraction for my brooding mind.
I ate n ate n ... lemme see... ate. Mom being typically mom-like, made sure my stomach didnt get any rest and consequently my waist size is an inch broader at the end on my short stint.
Smoked a few here n there... more or less on the low side.
Slept like there's no tom... morning... noon... n night
Tried to make conversation with dad... which I think was partially successful. He can be difficult to talk to to. given my patience level is at an all time low... I dont think I did a very good job. this is a constant regret at the end of every meeting with him. I always feel like going back and undoing all the conversations... just being nicer. but, its just so difficult being nice to him. now... I dont want to justify my behaviour... but he infuriates me... the drinking, smoking and gluttony combined make my heart burn. so I avoid conversation, lest I say something nasty. Consequently the few words which are exchanged are laden with sarcasm both ways. ... neway... next time.

The highlight of the trip has undoubtedly been - Brownie and Mirchi...the two bitches in my life!!

Briefly discribing the 2:
Brownie... sausage dog, brown, eyes which make your heart melt, a bitch with a bark but no bite, hyper active woman...3 year old but never been mated... frustrated to the core... needs sex before she drives herself insane... currently going through an identity crisis- THINKS SHE'S A MAN!
Mirchi...lab ( could be a mix!), eyes like the eery colour which Micheal Jackson had in thriller, however they're decieving. she's a popet... dont think she knows the meaning of the word bark... lazy woman... doesnt want to move her butt even to say hello when you come after a long day out... mother of 'x' amount of pups... been there done that!


So in comes mirchi with her slow swagger... n brownie's getting excited... the little frustrated , pooch cant stop wagging her tail!! There's the bark... which could be mistaken for a 'yooohoo
here comes my woman!'
Brownie's slowly creeping up behind mirchi... the sniffing starts... u guessed it... up the arse!!!
If you thought this is a one off phenomena... well think again! the poor pooch has been at it for nearly 7 days!
On and off attempts at humping mirchi have resulted in disappointment... at the end of it all... brownie is content at sticking with mirchi like a shadow...
Mirchi on the other hand... is likely to develop a slight temper by the end of her stay in chandigarh... i mean how much can u take a chit of a sausage sniffing you / trying to hump you day and night!
for the first time since I met her, have heard mirchi bark. Sad... but true.

However... the two make a formidable pair... and I simply loved watching them play around day and night.

Apart from the their li'l escapades... told mom to start the man hunt again... fruitful or not... I will open my mind n eyes to other men.
At the moment am in the process of trying to justify the concept of arranged marriage to myself. Here are my arguments:
- Meeting the man of ur dreams is a chance... it could be through a friend, off the net, at a party, or with parents in a room. big deal.
- With families being involved the comfort level is greater ( as I have been told by all the propogaters of arranged marriage across the globe)
- Life is a risk... whether its love or arranged... why fret?

So I'm preparing myself for the leap.... although fear is a given... am in the process of making myself more practical, so I can take the reins of my life in my own hands.