Injury Time

No doubt, love is in the air but the other flavour of the season seems to be back injuries. After the ref blew the whistle last night, I stretched and thought it's game set and match but neaah, it was only the begining of injury time. The night was one helluva experience, from hope to despair to extacy I saw it all felt it all. Not for a moment did I realize that I had pulled my vulnerable back while lifting the bulky amp.

My birdy woke me up in the morning and enquired about my state of mind, she also announced that someone was upset with me. I somehow fail to understand someone but honestly its this very mystic that kills me. I am going to repeat this for the umpteenth time on my blog (and my buddy will excuse me for this) but I am not the kind of guy who would want anything for himself. Speaking straight from the heart (as I always do), I was fairly confident about the outcome of my attempt but I thought its time she knew. Its unfair on my part to harbour feelings for someone while she is oblivious.

My buddy, questions me direct, "Dost itni kya jaldi thee??" Boss, the Nice Guy says this, "I couldn't afford to lose her without even trying."

Back to the star of the day (no its not the Birthday Boy), my back. For a change my room was choc-a-bloc with visitors. My neighbours were sugary sweet, lunch was served on the bed, got a reprieve from CS (I hate myself for doing this) and completed my quota of sleep. Aur to aur, someone paid me a surprise visit (even more surprising after the ice-cold breakfast in the morning). Someone claims to have most of the medicines that I need, nopes nopes nopes, you have the medicine that I need.

Waiting to celeberate the young(est) CA's silver jubilee birthday with Kebabs and roomaali roti........and yeah it will be served on bed....

Signing off....

PS: My buddy may not find a job with the top I-banks of the world but he sure has a future as a timekeeper. Last night, he was precise in his timing (to the 7th decimal place of a millisecond) while recording an event most inconsequential to him. Saale sudhar jaa, yahan koi marr raha hai aur tujhe doosron ki padi hai :-)....