But seriously??

This was supposed to be a serious post on the Bombay North-West constituency and what I want to see our elected MP do for us (since we have a by-election next week). About half-way through I realized no one cared anyway (even though I do a lot ... no one else my age seems to really care about politics and how it impacts our daily lives .. somehow the new Motorola phone or who's sleeping with whom is far more interesting).

I'm also in an insanely weird mood right now. Laughing like a silly boy over the hate comment to my previous post. And groaning cause I just ate two lunches (one a Babitaji special and then a 12 inch sub from SubWay where I met my old "friend/enemy/muah-muah-we-must-do-this-again" Page 3 lady) and am contemplating eating another grilled cheese sandwitch. WHAT has happened to the famous Vikster self-control? I like this side of me. Before M. the breakup blues lasted 3 months and involved me sitting in bed under a down comforter watching AbFab and Sex and the City reruns and eating tubs of Haagen Dasz (strawberry..yumm!). This one has me eating pretty much everything in sight! Whoa!

Ergo, since I got tagged (WTF does this mean? Is this Bloggese for someone mentioned me on their blog as someone who should do this?), here's ome more niconsequential info about me that you can later use against me (in or near a court of law). Man, some of you now know me better than myself!

Seven Things I Plan To Do:

1. Be a better friend to my old Engg. school buddies. I have been a terrible one to them.
   
2. Win a major quiz and then blow my winnings on a REALLY expensive pair of shoes.
   
3. Finish my book (G-d! The plot development is so behind schedule!)
   
4. Get off my ass (and Amma's couch) and find a place to rent.
   
5. Buy some shares and feel important now that I'm a "professional". (NOT whore!)
6. Meet more fun media people and get into one of their happening parties.
   
7. Dress up (formal) to work atleast 4 times a week.
   

Seven Things I Can Do:

1. Discuss Slavic religion and history in the same breath as Angelina Jolie's lovelife.
   
2. Find my way around Bandra blind-folded.
   
3. Say "I Love You" in over 60 languages. And "I Hate You" in one.
   
4. Sing "O Sole Mio" while the Churchgate-Bandra train goes over Mahim creek.
5. Judge everyone according to impossibly high standards and then mope cause no one is good enough.
6. Make a great Spinach Lasagna and a mean Apple Martini.
7. Flirt.
   

Seven Things That I Can’t Do:

1. Get high. Weed doesn't do a thing to me.
2. Seem to hold on to a man.
   
3. Touch my toes (I used to be uber-flexible...lack of people to bend me around has hurt!)
   
4. Write poetry. I just don't get it.
   
5. Give up Internet, TV or IPOD.
   
6. Remember just why I hated someone.
   
7. Look good in a pair of tight jeans.
   

Seven Things I Say Most Often:

1. Fuckles!
2. Halwa kya?
3. Man, he's cute!
   
4. Why does this always happen to me? (Or" What have I done to deserve this?")
   
5. Nigga please! (Or to Meenu "Bitch please!")
   
6. LOL! (Or it's lesser known Paki equivalent...LOLZZ!)
   
7. Ooh yeah! That's it..uuuunnnhhhhh! (Oh! I thought this was "Least often")

Anyway, I now tag everyone who reads this post. Especially Anonymous (Duncan Hynes)! Meenu and me talk about you a lot!

Current Music:
Kaddish - Ofra Haza

One of the few Hebrew songs I know and can sing in tune. Now if only I can find a hot Israeli guy to sing it to (Probably when I'm in Goa over New year's...)