The two to-do things at the very top of my never-to-do list is
1. Never-ever shut down my blog.EVER
2. Never-ever booze.EVERRRRRR.
As shameless I am for making you all read this having spoken like Revolver Rita(as lakshmi puts it) in my previous post, for I am guilty as well in breaking the truce with my never-to-do list.No matter how situations may twist and present itself, no matter how downhill my life may go,I swore to the gods of internet,blogging,facebooking,orkuting,tamil-matrimony.com and the vices that I would slit my throat before the day dawns when I shut down this space.The same holds good for point number 2 as well.But here i am as guilty as charged.
WARNING:The forth coming lines you read will be a confession of sorts.
Point 1: Now tat you are all reading this post, its an unspoken,undeclared statement that I'm back blogging.YES. I'm BACK. Feels good to say it. Not a day had gone by since my very-lame-dramatic-closing post without me hitting my blog atleast twice a day going through all your comments for my previous posts and laughing manically reading em' all in my lonely cubicle at work. It hurt to even think all that was history.I jerked two tears everytime the thought struck. buuuuuuuhuuuuuu!!!..But now I'm back, its immaterial why I went slightly cukkoo in the head to go offline suddenly.Thanks to some really nice souls in our blogger hood clan and some liberal usage of threatening words by them to return back to blogging.I'm ever so obligedged to you all.No words.Big fan of all you guys reading!
Prologue: I'm 48kgs in weight and 5 4" in height. I call myself slim, my friends say im thin, my mom says "God drew a line with a pencil in his left hand and thats my daughter"
Point 2: Ahem, the object of this post. Last week,my mom announced in an exasperated tone "Aaru maasathula,Yen ponnu kundu aaganum".I didnt realise the effect of that statement until my aunt came home with a bottle of red wine yesterday and placed it with a tud on my computer table as i was feverishly typing away on my lappy. I glanced at the bottle at the corner of my eye and instantly knew where the inspiration behind the bottle came from.I shot a stare at my mom who was sulking behind my aunt.
"Side-dish kondu varale?",i asked sarcastically.
My aunt plunged into a very well rehearsed speech written and directed by my mom of how I would finally put on weight if I had a "cup" of it everyday before dinner for six whole months and I would look like jothika in the process."JOTHIKAFICATION",she called it.I wish it was that easy.The dark colored bottle stood on the edge of the table.,that wasnt the scariest part.It was the extent to which my mom would go to "fatten" me up that scared me.Bharathi kanda pudumai Amma yengal Amma.I would'nt be surprised if my mom shoved a funnel in my mouth and forced the liquid down my system and I'd blotted up instantly and all her dreams would come true.And I would do anything to make her dreams come true even if it involved sticking a cycle pump into my mouth. :)