Diwali et al
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when i was a wee child the Brown People Holiday used to get me so excited i swear i passed out at some point. This included countdowns, cookie baking, card making, temple going, Indian clothes wearing, sparkles playing fun. These days, my soul having been swapped for an iPod 4 years ago its just a day when i do the following:
wake - say hello to Satan and his Wench - stick to a vegetarian breakfast - get my big honking mug of coffee - shut out the strains of my parents arguing over the potatoes - stalk off to my room and lie in bed until im forced out to say hello to relatives - always Satan’s side for lunch whereupon the kiddies are stuffed in my arms because ‘they just looooove their big cousin, dont you?!’ - i very quietly ditch them in the pond before i disappear into my room for the ancient customary Diwali nap - woken awake by Wench to go her mother’s house - spasming “happy diwali” at everyone - receive the Diwali money from the 20 million uncles, aunts and the ‘whats up’s to the 30 million cousins - gambling ensues (on a religious holiday. the Gods must be horrified) - sneak out for a cheeky cig with the older ones - head home - dinner with Satan’s side - my only consolation is the presence of Para whos mother always provides the most generous Diwali cash - go out to play sparklers - this year entailed convincing the kids Para was Shrek (“but hes not green!’ “oh kids hes green INSIDE”) and chasing him with fire - everyone leaves - try to rid the house of the curry smell - shower to rid myself of the curry and onion scents - cuddle up in bed remembering that this was last year and this will be next year and really im not complaining because some consistency is always nice.
this diwali i was mostly hungover. my relatives think i have a drinking problem. i assure them its not a problem in the literal sense before snuggling into my bed still reeling from my martini induced daze.
i have realised i have become so jaded, that men i meet are now “this guy i once had a thing with”. and at some point i even forget who they are in every sense of the word.
i realised i despise the academic pursuit of law.
i have realised, until i qualify, i will always be a little bit dissatisfied with life. 14 months.
on Friday i went out with Chalmydia to a new watch launch at Shangri-La and embarrassed her by bursting out laughing when their main spokesperson was an ex national swimmer who, by the looks of it, may have forgotten what his penis looks like having not seen it in a while. since it is probably blocked. by his tummy. which is funny! because he was a swimmer! i hate explaining my jokes to you idiots.
mates came over on Sunday night for Diwali dinner. broke out 2 bottles of wine. i did a Snake dance which mainly entailed me rolling on my back and hissing at Gwailo. Jong brought brownies. by the end of the night i realised they were not hash brownies. we drank wine, we laughed, we toasted to the Greek gods.
One Response
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Lydia Says:
October 19th, 2009 5:14 amHoney, no one will ever be content with his or her life. And I’m not saying this because I’m a cynic (well, okay perhaps to some extent) - but human beings will never stop searching for something better, something more exciting, for contentment. Not all of us can reach enlightenment, sadly.
Don’t you laugh at fat man and his tummy! It was all muscle…a long time ago.
Enjoyed dinner tremendously, let’s plan a dinner party soon? I’ll cook, you potter around with serviettes, plates, cutlery…boooooze you alcoholic-in-severe-case-of-denial
xx
