Am I a crazy-magnet? Why do I get more than my fair share of crazy people everyday?

Like last evening, when I was going home from work. As I boarded the train, I saw a girl in her 20's, very pretty, walk up to the door from her seat. She stood facing the door, very close to it, almost had her nose touching it, and had a violin case in her hand. The violin case was hitting the man standing behind her on the knee many times, but she paid no heed. She had a smile, a goofy smile plastered to her face. I realized she must be high either on drugs or booze or just coocoo! I looked around, there was no vacant seat, so I stood opposite her, listening to music and playing games on my iPod.

"Excuse me", she said looking at me. I heard it but didn't look up and pretended that I didn't hear her at all. After a tiring day at work, I really did not fancy any kind of conversation with coocoo/high people. But she didn't it let go. She tapped my knee with her violin case to get my attention and asked with a slurry speech, "Whath are ya liztening tho ehh?".

"Random stuff", I said and started playing my game again. I was desperate to cut the conversation short.

"That'z a good zong", she said and started singing in a broken tune
"Randome zthuffz  na nan nana nana na".

People around us started having suppressed giggles. Unable to contain mine, luckily I found a seat vacant and rushed towards it!

She came at 12 in the night making her brother drive her to my house with a blackforest cake and a candle assuming it was my birthday that day. She came again next week when it really was my birthday. She would tutor me in my weak subjects before exams yet score lesser than me as she would be busy staring at me all the time while writing them, to check if I am doing alright whereas I would not even raise my head, lest I forget something. She was with me during one of the darkest phases of my life being all my strength. She would never think twice to scold me but never keeps a grudge. Though I didn't meet her very long ago, she has become my second conscience. The girl who's never on time, the girl who loves animals more than humans, the girl who loves to sleep, and yet the girl who chases every dream of her's until it stops running away from her. A 'go-getter', the girl who kicks life's ass to get what she wants. I am very proud of you dear, and honoured to have you in my life. You are one of the very few I can blindly count on. And a special thanks for pouring a bucket full of 'masti' over my head, tickling me till I burst, shaking me out of any frown - I mean, thanks for introducing Di to me and completing our circle of craziness :-)

Here's wishing Ri, a happy and a joyous birthday, and a life ahead which bestows upon her all that she deserves and much more. This year she is about to tread the path which many of us dread to - but she has her man to hold her hand firm and tight. I pray she gets all that she wishes for and is always happy as she is all set to become her man's 'significant other'.

One day an angry boss asked me why is there a typo (Thank you written as Thankyou) on a web page I made.


Boss: Did you write that?

It's an image which a colleague S had made. He is notoriously well known for typos and spelling blunders. It's not my style to say 'he did it' and shift the blame or point fingers even if it's true, especially when that person isn't around. So I fumble...

Me: Well let me see if it's typed in directly or is an image. Coz images are usually done by S, isn't it?
Boss:(got the hint) So S did it?
Me: Errr.... looks like it...
Boss: Well tell him 'Thank you' is spelt with a space in between, if he doesn't agree, argues, ask him, ASK HIM how is 'Fuck you' written. Ask him, will you?

I am going to be a bad bad mother, not that I am in a hurry for becoming one. But yes, I realized it last night, when I found out that the shelf life of my anger is 2 min max. Last night I got very angry with AB for doing things which meant not giving me enough time and I walked into my room, when he followed, I made him sit far and turned my back. And what did I do having turned my face away? I started laughing. It all seemed a joke, my anger - silly. I tried my best not to move a lot while laughing or I'd lose the game. Anyway, I turned around to face him, and why should he look a lot cuter when I get angry? So we spoke and in 10 min we were normal. I was not like this before...

Does that mean he won't do the same things again? NO. Does it mean I am too forgiving and loving? NO. Does it mean he really looks cuter when I get angry on him? Maybe (He's started working out too, me likes it :-)). Let's face it - I am WEAK. If this is what is happening to me with AB, imagine how cute I'd find the kids that would look like mini AB.

Looks like I'll join the party when I see them colouring the walls and AB would be the parent!
That would be a good way of getting back at him I suppose :-)

Conversation between AB and a guy at a hotel who was drinking a lot of wine but was not drunk.
AB: 8 glasses of wine! That's bad
Guy: Errr for whom?
AB: Your health of course
Guy: I know and I still choose to drink. Why should anybody be bothered? Who made these rules of what is good and bad? No offence to you, but do you know where the understanding of good and bad originated from? Like, do you see that lady doing office work on her laptop on the other table? Will you say it is good or bad to just lift her skirt up?
AB: Of course bad!!!
Guy: If I say she went to the swimming pool 10min ago in a bikini, then?
AB: She wore a bikini by her choice, your lifting her skirt up will be against her will, so disrespectful!
Guy: I see... So if according to her will, she sits here in the lobby and does her office work in a bikini, wouldn't people mind it?
AB: Yes... But...
Guy: Who is this person who made all these rules?

The example he gave might seem silly, but the issue is not. Who decides 'this is what is expected out of a good woman/man', 'what is good/bad for children', 'what religious practices can be allowed in this country', and so on... So when AB came home and told me what happened, I thought hard and long (I even downed half a bottle of wine with the excuse of putting myself in that guy's shoes). I did come up with my own theory though. Most of the rules do look like they were made for convenience rather than morality... But that's for later. Now I want to know your take on it.

Whoever made random rules whenever, why do we follow them(or not)? Are we always rational about every belief of ours?

'Happy birthday daddy', I jumped on his bed at 12 in the night, switched on the lights and woke him up. He half opened his eyes, blood-red with sleep, and took the flower I got him from my plant. The plant I used to water, take care of and never let anybody else touch it. He smiled. With arms wrapped around him I gave him what he liked to collect the most - a pen. It did look very fancy and I loved his handwriting.

Amma came with a beautiful gold ring. 'That's for you, you 50 year old man', said she. We had gone shopping for a good 3 hours looking for a ring we both liked. Before the look of surprise settled on his face, 'It was her idea' amma said looking at me. I rolled my eyes to imply 'That was a silly thing to say' and I did scold her for giving me the credit and ruining the romance in the moment, the next day.

My super sleepy daddy thanked us and slept right away, I slept with them on their bed that night.

The man who hated to celebrate his birthday since the death of his twin brother, for the first time was gleaming the whole day after he woke up.

This was 9 years ago on this date. The last birthday of his life. The last happy memory I have of him.

They say time heals, but love hurts faster and deeper than time to even start healing.

asks my colleague J.

He says after marriage, men are in a lose-lose situation. If the wife stays, she ends up ruling your life and making you live as per her standards, if she leaves, she turns you into a pauper, leaves after looting you of your wealth. Apart from the free house keeping (it's cheaper to get a maid) and sex(ahem, which you don't get a lot of anyway after you are married), marriage offers nothing to men according to him.

As for kids, he believes people should do this planet a favour, not increase the population more than what it is and he can't appreciate India and China enough for restricting the number of children one can have.

I didn't know what to say! I dared not to use words like 'love', 'emotional security', 'companionship'. Like they say, a fool's question sometimes can't be answered by a 100 wise men, or is it the other way in this case?

So guys out there, do you agree with J and girls, help me out here please!



PS: I have to admit, I sometimes do wonder should anybody - man or a woman - get married at all? Isn't being in love enough?

PPS: J is unmarried, has no kids, no girlfriend in the present and above 50 years old