Ok… where do I begin? (The next line of the song could very well follow, now that I think of it.)
Having kept Vicky at bay for all this time I finally caved in on Tuesday – New Year’s eve for us Bongs. No doubt a certain CA I know would approve, even though the timing was entirely unplanned.
Blurted it out to Aniruddha. By now rumour has probably decided the sex of the kid that must be on the way. If it hasn’t got so far yet it soon will. Katy asked me to work out marital finances yesterday morning. Shuktara begged me to consider the effects of an ‘early’ marriage (at 23???) on my fledgling career.
Apart from that it’s been a good week. Lots of Vicky, lotsa fun. ;-) [Yup, that’s what I meant. :-) ]
Best of all, I’ve been forcing myself not to keep mum around him. It’s tough since I’d got into the habit. But talking to him is getting easier all the time. Besides, there is much that he understands without needing explaining, so that helps.
Taught Speech and Drama at the Future Foundation School at Arabinda Ashram yesterday. Class 3 and 4; 5 and 6; 7 and 8. It was tiring but I must say I had fun. Was filling in for Dana, who has exams at the mo. And funnily enough, I bumped into two of my one-day students this evening at Oxford and Crossword. Oh oh oh and that’s something else… Crossword has finally opened at Cal! Four years after I’d asked them at Pune.
Dana and I are thinking of doing the rounds of BCL and the assorted bookshops to see if they want children’s events hosted. I could do that. I rather enjoyed filling in for her at the Oxford Kids’ Hour this evening. I could do with the money and if this works out, it will be a pleasant way to earn it.
Dadubhai passed away yesterday afternoon so I’m off to Pune next weekend. Now I know why they give that ten-day gap. The relatives need time to gather for the funeral! Tickets are at a premium, thanks to the competitive exams, so it looks like an extremely uncomfortable journey.
I wonder if working with kids is my forte. Probably not. But it has its attractions. Vicky came in while I was reading out “Fee fi fo fum” and distracted me by whooping with laughter at the next table. But I completely forgive the dear man because afterwards he bought me coffee (with fresh whipped cream… mmm…) and buttered croissants at Flury’s. Then we popped over to Crossword and checked out their model car collection and the obscenely funny Wordsworth anthology of limericks.
Talking of obscene, I caught a pseudo-arty Bong porn serial on some vague channel half an hour ago. Two overweight women pawed each others’ breasts and kissed. Black bra straps showed. Later the married one pulled out her collection of naked women pics from the back of a drawer and compared them to memories of her lusty lesbian awakening. And after all that, the one who initiated the married woman into it all wound up matters by launching in a diabetre against heterosexual sex and called her lover “Boudi” into the bargain!