Of Cakes and Skipping Ropes - II

As A said, it was a huge problem for me to find the restaurant because of my habit of becoming sweaty and confused by the huge glittering neon signs. It took me my own time to get G all the way to the place, especially since I would lose my way every now and then talking to my alter-ego. I don't even know why she puts up with me in the first place. I don't really talk to her. I nod my head very absent mindedly when she does. Yet, somewhere down the line we are exactly what we need.

Anywho. The reason we are returning to this blog after say, 2 months is because dear dahlin' A, changed the passwords and forgot to remember them. Now he did. So we return.

He did also forget, what happened after he sort of passed out at the party. To start with, he started doing to the cake what can only be described in sexual terms. And since I don't want to do that, use your imagination. We had managed by means both fair foul, to acquire seven bottles of vodka, a few six packs of beer, two bottles of wine and Tequila for the birthday girl. All in all we had over 12 litres of alcohol and about that many livers for it to rot. Thus, a very good reason to get drunk. As far as drunk conversations with one's girlfriend go, I am not very experienced but I'm sure A's girlfriend would have been highly amused or highly disgusted.

So, after most of us had passed out, the skipping rope was passed around to see who could do the best Yves Larock video. Needless to say, it was hilarious. We played hide and go seek, color puddle, ringa ringa roses and were driven away from the front of somebody's house with a hosepipe. We proceeded to go a park and sing very loud and obnoxious songs, that were made far more amusing when A joined in singing in Hindi. We danced around trees, slept on the grass, took a dip in the fountain and shivered a lot after that. We also caught colds the next day and missed classes for three. I truly never had that much fun before. All there is to be said is that I'll be going for such one night stands with the world more often.

But no attention on becoming a slut for them.

With Long Awaited Love,
The Other A

Of cakes and skipping ropes

The best friend had her birthday a few days ago. Seemed to share it with another best friend. Couldn't be with one of them, made it up by going mad on the other.

Called up the other A at say, 4 in the morn before the actual day, for two purposes. To sing "4 in the morning" and to discuss a possible way to celebrate G's birthday. Got shouted at for the singing, was highly praised for the idea. Fell asleep by 4.30 again and was rudely awakened by the best friend at 9 in the morn. A (The best friend, not The Other A) wanted to know whether or not I'd call in five hours time. Completely forgot the time difference between here and India. Said I would and hurried off to buy a suitable skipping rope and cake. Met The Other A and the gang at about 10.30. Found G and dragged her to the park. Made her skip like a bunny on the rope in a funny game and gave her clues everytime she won. They added upto where she'd be getting a surprise birthday later that day. Had a rather intense conversation with the roommate about what cake to buy and got many many comments relating to our delayed sense of planning. Reminded me in time to call the best friend up and had a long and rather sentimental conversation with her. Got chided many a times about the choice of cake. (You see, cake's cake in my book. As long as it has a lot of chocolate on top.)

Evening rolled by rather quickly and made haste to reach the party in time. Reached a minute before the others. Relieved. Got the other best friend blindfolded and inside the restaurant with great difficulty and accidents. The Other A gets somewhat flustered by the city lights. Everybody sang in a chorus. Happy birthday to all.

Got drunk, really witty and slightly pukish. Fell of the bottom step and made a tragedy about it. Made love to the last piece of cake with my mouth and proceeded to drunk dial my girlfriend. Forgot the rest.

Rest, of the story.. The Other A will explain..

Haha

his is an account of things I talked with my alter-ego about some months ago...

- (my alter-ego) You should talk to more people you know..
- (me) Why? I have you. I have S.
- Your alter-ego and your cousin. Wonderful. You should dance.
- I don't dance.
- A, you dont dance, you dont sing, you dont talk with others. Why do you even live?
- Hey, you can happily take over and do all that. I don't do that.
- Its not easy being your alter-ego you know, It is a crappy job.
- Suck it up.
- Shut up.
- You.
- Yes me. Me. Me, stuck inside you. I feel like sprouting a scalpel and springing out of you like Jerry Springer. Sproing Sproing Sproing. Im a bunny, Im A's sprung out alter-ego. Spring me people.
- *dissolving into laughter*

*People around staring at me*

And that was my introduction to the rest of my college. Since then, Im the girl who laughs for no reason. Now the question I want to ask all of them is, how do you know I laughed for no reason?
I laugh only when there is something to be laughed about. People are (judge)mental, really mental. They have their own definiton of normal and (un)fortunately I am not a part of it. That's ok. Im good. Why do they get the right to decide who I am, just coz they're too stuffy to live.

With Love,
The Other A

And More

Well, I'm The Other A in this equation. I'm a friend, a philosopher, a critic and long-time comrade of A. I perceive the cliques of the world as a balance between what is seen and and left unheard.
Monologue's are the basic part of my life. Im a rather shy gal and so I dont talk much to other people, but there is a conversational equivalent of a carnival going on in my head. I'd laugh at stuff my alter-ego says to me.

On occassion, I do have dialogues with a few other people. Dialogues, mind you. Not full fledged conversations. They're kind of difficult to have, wont you agree? I sometimes wonder why I didn't remain a loner forever. I accidentally managed to have a proper conversation with A and his friends and soon became part of a group.

Then again, seeing my love for monologue's, A listed me in on the blog.
Maybe it was worth it.

For now, with love
The Other A

For Starters

I'm a talker. I talk directly, indirectly, sometimes bluntly and in circles. But what's common to all of my talks is probably that I talk in dialogue's. I sound like a walking movie script every now and then.
I realized this just a day back, when a friend commented, asking me how many more dialogues could I spew forth in a convo. To which I said, all I have is my dialogues.
Because ultimately that's what life tends to boil down to, a collection of the monologues and dialogues we hear and live by.

The blog is a collection of things that Me and my friend talk, hear and think about.

For reading this far, Thank You.
A.