Life in the apartment: We are a bunch of 10 journalists: two apartments and we have been divided into two halves..a division of sexes. My phone wakes me up daily. Not the ring, but the alarm. Its my effort at getting organised. Talking about being organised, we live by a set of rules...
Rule 1: The day starts with the bathroom blues. 5:1 ratio. One bathing space and five residents. But we humans have put our intelligence to use. By the law of permutations and combinations, each gets a 7 o’ clock morning bathing shift.. Mine is on Friday. I have decided to be smarter. Bathe twice on Thursdays.
Rule 2: Everybody cooks. And we all are bonded by “the oath” … Whatever one cooks, the others shall eat. Everytime its my turn to cook, I notice the fear in the eyes of Maha-the-magician. She loves home-cooked good food. Whenever I head towards the kitchen space, she looks around with distrust. Sometimes I do get close to her cooking standards, and so I believe. My partner in carnivorous crime is Deepa-of-the-deeps . The day we landed at Sainsbury departmental store, we both stared greedily at grilled chicken legs, pork chops… we decided to binge. Whoever said diet, could live in another times. (I still find it hard to understand vegetarianism)
Rule 3: As journalists, we all have opinions. And we all want to express them at the same time. Just pretend that all opinions are right.
Rule 4: The girls donot watch porn like the boys do.
Rule 5: While at a shopping spree, trust the best deal queen of the group.
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objection on rule -4 ...you have generalised it...please be specific....
all boys watch it. some just dont accept it.
Dear Journalist,
The blinds on the kitchen window, a quiet boys house...the eyes that fell out everytime on the beach!
We thought of Rule 4 !
and dirty dancing is not a strip club!
u can realize that dirty dancing is calling u, only when u r having coffee with uncill in bush house!!getting a 55 pound ticket for 20,singing ur heart out in a crowd, talking to a teacher from Wales in loo queue(arghhh), walking from Leiscter to Piccadily, Amrish Puri uncle from DDLJ is not a charachter - he is a jeeta-jaagta insaan who gives beer only to boys, to girls, he gives only condascending looks- ....i've had the time of my life.
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