Sunday, 11 December 2011

Bullocks schedule !!!

Holy Crap! Bullocks schedule! Zillion Whammy(s)!
Nothing went as per the schedule and if it’s not enough than I would love to tell you that I am almost physically challenged now. For starter, I woke up terribly later i.e 10 A.M and then I had to kick, push and literally dragged myself towards the washroom. Having spent good half n hour in changing into my gym gear: royal purple t-shirt, black track pants and incredibly beautiful pink trainers, I finally made my way towards the Gym. I walked seven blocks under the scorching sun (Bullocks!) and then I have done the blunder of the century by getting down to the hard core cardio without stretching (and gap of solid two months) which left me nearly physically challenged, now I couldn’t walk, stand and lie down without saying f**k off, hence I had to grab the cab, threw myself on the back seat and then was helped by my building’s watchman rather a very kind man who helped me to get down from the cab and walked me to my flat. As I let myself inside the apartment I flopped down on the sofa and had to push the thought of actually cooking any breakfast for myself.  

It was just past 2 P.M when some peculiar sound knocked me out of the sleep. Lying there I concentrated on the voice and it didn’t take me long to realize that my stomach was rumbling. I mustered all my strength and scrabbled in the sitting position, grabbing menu from the coffee table, I haul my blackberry out of my track’s pocket and ordered daal-naan and then slowly and steadily made my way to the bathroom and ran the boiling bath which seemed to subside my pain up to a very small yet acknowledgeable extant.
In evening I dragged the spare fake lather chair by the French and only window of my apartment and settled there with a pot of coffee and laptop to start my novel. After spending fairly forty minutes I managed to write only two lines (which I myself not liking much) and then lost concentration as it was just too noisy outside the window, Horns were honking, children were playing and birds must had decided to irritate me with their shrilling and peculiar voices. By the time I thought about shifting me and my laptop to the bed I realized that it was already 7:15 P.M i.e time to call Priya.  

“I would love to but I am sorry I can’t” Priya said when I called her to make dinner plan for the day.
“But why can’t you come?” I asked.

“I and him are going out for a cocktail party of his most prestigious client so far. I am sorry” Him is an investor banker, utterly boring, over educated, extra smart and way too irritating and now friend snatcher as well.
“Ok. Enjoy” I said disheartened. After the horrendous day I wasn’t expecting this. Not the least.

“I am really sorry” Priya said in a small voice.
“It’s fine. I will manage. You go and have fun.” I hung the phone and suddenly feeling of loneliness and sadness engulfed me.

I have no job, I can’t go back to my parents because if I would tell them that I lied to them and was working for a fashion magazine not for some bank, they will kill me. I have only one friend in this city and she too is busy with her fiancé and soon would disappear from the radar as soon as she will get married. I am happy for her but feel sorry for myself. Wiping tears, I rose and walked to the kitchen, made nutella sandwich(s) and once again flopped on the sofa and watched re-run of SATC and don’t exactly remember when I fell asleep.

Signing Off :
Lonely girl in the big city!!


  1. It seems u r really feelin lonely
    don't worry there are such days

  2. Thank you so much for your words!

    I am glad to tell you that i am on roll now and having a very exciting week ...Stay tuned for my next blog! :)