Wish you were me?

Nowhere special to go, no one special to hang out with, read all the books I have, heard every single CD I own, watched every movie out there and then some, climbed every mountain / forded every stream, drank enough coffee to make my bladder beg for mercy, singlehandedly finished off the entire rum production of the nation of Cuba, walked through Bandra till my shoes wore out, played a half-dozen computer games, sat through some excruciatingly boring TV, spent "quality time" with my parents, learnt the words to "Kaddish" (Hebrew), "Boro Boro" (Persian) and "Abdel Kader" (Arabic), realized I only have 8 people I would want to invite to my sister's wedding, wrote another chapter of my book, spent 4 Grand that I should not have on fantastic shoes, ate at Basilico alone 3 times, walked through Banganga, got sick from too many Punjab Sweet House samosas, deleted some email and a lot of phone numbers, refused a woman, lost a kilo, bought "The Faraway Tree" by Enid Blyton and drowned in nostalgia, sorted out my photos from Virginia, began writing 2 letters - never finished, read some Cafavy, investigated MBA programs and immigration options, divided my friends into 4 groups - straight men (30%), straight women (55%), gay men (10%), gay women (5%), pondered my views on reservation, abortion and illegal immigration over many cups of chai, downloaded my first ringtone ever - The winner takes it all (Abba), ate some beef, smoked a joint, cried over Sigur Ros songs, laughed at Russel Peters, discussed AbFab and Little Britian with a friend's ex, called the barman at Seijo "Myfanwy" as I ordered a Bacardi and Coke, went sherwani shopping, yelled at guy throwing trash out of his car on my street, created a manifesto for myself if I ever chose politics as a career, tried to learn Photoshop and Dreamweaver, started a Bombay community on Orkut, went running on Bandstand at midnight, stood in line at the new KFC, set up an appointment with the dentist, window shopped at the mall, ate a footlong Subway sandwich and still felt hungry, lost my house keys, did a Tickle quiz, shaved my head to spite my face.

This has been a week in the life of the Vikster.