20.5

Time to resume this again, yes?

Re-write?

Ok.

20. vodka. and another white boy.

Nearly two years ago, I had mentioned how dating a whiteboy was much like drinking vodka and now I'm in the same situation again. Except, this fellow is no soldier. And also I told him about how he was like vodka. But this time, this fellow wanted to know more about the things that I knew he wouldn't get. And one thing led to another, and before we knew it, I was explaining "usupethi usupethiye.." to him.

I did not get the reaction I expected. Instead I got this: "That's hot! If you said that during sexy times, I'd totally believe you were into it"

And there, pasangala, is the silver lining. I have been known to blurt out inappropriate things at inopportune moments which fully have the potential to make things awkward, but now, as long as it is not in inglis, I can rest assured that no tension is being broken.

The fellow still can't sing a vijay paatu, but until I find one of you who will, I will respond to some Beatles with a sultry "vada poche"

19.

To prod me into resuming writing again, my roommate bought me a ereader/journal. I am frequently writing on it. Little notes every now and then. Without fear or anxiety that I will lose the piece of paper or the pencil marks will smudge over time and it will become illegible before I fish it out of my pocket while sorting out my laundry. So yeah, it is working. Except, I am still trying to figure out the tiny stylus and the hormonal sensitive screen. So far the writing looks like it belongs to a three year old who knows too many big words but lacks the attention and coordination required to learn how to write properly.

18.

TOTGA has 1000 odd friends on facebook. And I am not one of them.

I guess it is because I am no longer one in a thousand as far as he is concerned.

17. Malai Neram

The radio played malai neram. Again. It was our song. Everytime I hear it, I go back to thinking about the day he called me on his way home from work, in a magical land far far away, so I could hear it playing through his car radio. And I keep thinking about it till someone points out that I'm sitting at my desk with a silly smile on my face.

I wonder if I am allowed to stalk him on facebook. There's not much to do though, since he unfriended me and all. And I said "My ex unfriended me on facebook". That was the first time I'd given our relationship a name. I think he took offense to that. But like the two of us already know, offense is the best form of defense.

I have another teacup in my hand, yes, but I'm somehow unable to sweep up this broken one. Maybe because I never got to use it.

As an aside: it is maalai, meaning evening. Not malai, meaning mountain. Or malaai, meaning milk cream. Although some malaai neram would be nice.