Posted by: virginiaville on: May 2, 2009
Turns out, I don’t have much to talk about. I think my days of raving and ranting are past me. I don’t want to complain of my really disturbing train travels. I don’t want to speak of how the entire population seems to be getting hitched and procreating like bunnies. I don’t want to think of how time and my age are directly proportional to each other. I don’t want to talk about how unapproachable I had been in the last 3 months. I don’t want to discuss how all my friends seem to be borrowed from Violet (Must say that, I love you guys! and you too, Vio).
Maybe I should talk about yesterday - my first day at the gym. Yes people, I am going to be thin and hot-looking! You’re just going to have to deal with it!
So, Violet and me go to the gym which was supposed to open on the 1st of April but opened on the 15th of April. You must be wondering why did we not go on the 15th, well you see Janice the Menace is back in town, that’s why we… well, that deserves a different blog post so next time.
Anyway, so we go there and they put us on the treadmill. Since, I did go to a gym ages ago, I wanted to show off that I knew how to work the equipment so once we got started, I decided to up the speed a little and then tugged on this rope that seemed to be hanging from this magnet like thingy. BAM! The damn thing stops and I almost fall forward. Okay, okay… I did fall forward. Then, we decide (subscript: instructed by the trainer) to tackle this other monster called the Stairmaster. It seems like life in slow-mo when you’re on it. So I decided to practice my multi-lingual skills with the ancient yet very difficult to master language of the ‘Whale’ (remember, Dory from Finding Nemo’ , not because I look like a whale but it seemed appropriate. Vio decided to ignore me.
I think I began to look a little thin by then because then the instructor made me sit on this seat and asked me to keep pulling my knees upward without bending. I wonder if the tummy ache is related to that. Well, anyhoo, that was Day 1 at gym. Was good!
Now on second thoughts, I don’t think I could ever run out of things to blog about. I still haven’t begun on the people that I seen there at the gym.
*sniggers*
Later, my precious (no no, i’m not gollum)
Posted by: virginiaville on: April 16, 2009
… it’s that time of the year again when I resolve to be more dedicated and committed to blogging more often.
So, in latest news:
1. I just shared a whole can of Nestle Milkmaid with a work colleague (also called Sagan) during work hours and may possibly have a sugar high. (woohoo!!)
2. I am a copywriter!!!
3. I am a superhero, too. Remember, SuperVirg?
4. I believe in miracles…
5. I am super funny. According to Oscar, even funnier than before (like that is possible?!?)
6. I think that super funny must be one of my super powers as SuperVirg. (were there too many ’super’ words in this sentence?)
7. I like the number 7. Ask Paras for more details.
Boom!
Posted by: virginiaville on: March 31, 2009
It’s the 31st day of the third month of the year 2009 already! Aaaarrgh!! Why? Why? Why God Why??
This is what I have been doing for the last 3 months. I log on to my blog and go to the edit post page and write a few words, scratch it off, write some more, delete post and decide to write when I have some kind of inspiration. It’s not like I don’t have anything to write about because I do but I guess the question is ‘Where do I begin?’.
Posted by: virginiaville on: December 31, 2008
Another year has almost come to an end and as I look back on the months, weeks and days that have gone by, I see that my fears have come true. Only that they are not fears anymore but have become significant milestones in my life.
Living alone, coming back home to live with family again (not this year, really, but still significant), the settling in and the moving out, new neighbourhood which ofcourse means new neighbours (Note to self: must make contact and conversation with atleast one of them soon), new church, new people, relationships mended, some relationships ended, some rejuvenated and some newly created. Decisions made; some disastrous, some life-altering. New found boldness to finally do what I wanted to all along. Discovered new ability to cry at almost anything. Survived train mishaps and terrorist-type women. New found love in Gerard Butler *sigh*.
That’s 2008 in a nutshell.
I wish I had more time to write this one but I have to make it to practice.
On time! (1st resolution for the New Year)
See you all next year.
Have a Happy New Year!
Posted by: virginiaville on: November 10, 2008
Welcome to the R&R session… No No… This is not an award ceremony or a Rewards & Recognition event.
Today is Raving & Ranting Day!!!
What is it about people traveling by train? They get off the train rush towards the bridge as though their life depended on it and then suddenly, switch to I-don’t-think-I’ve-seen-this-part-of-the-bridge-before and look around with wonder and amazement like they discovered an ancient civilization. Any attempt to get them to move faster is only wasted because they are so caught in the wonder that is the bridge!Which just, by the way, isn’t going anywhere but I, Me, Virginia, I am getting late for work so will you please, please for the love of all created mankind, do your research later when there are lesser people out trying to make it to work on time because their livelihood depends on it.
If you are going to sit on the fourth seat in the train, don’t expect it to be comfortable. I’ll tell you why… THERE IS NO FOURTH SEAT!!! If you look closely, there are just three seats. The fact that you get to sit is something that you need to be thankful about. I really don’t think that we, the first, second and third seated people have planned and plotted against the fourth seater. Really! We have lives and it does not revolve around making your already pathetic life more miserable.
I prefer an alarm clock in the morning. People screaming is not my idea of welcoming yet another bright and sunny day. Soothing sounds, Happy songs, Kind words or even plain silence. Anything but screaming!
Posted by: virginiaville on: October 23, 2008
“I AM hotstuff!”
No No… Not like how you think… Umm… Actually that way too… But what I’m trying to say is that I have fever. Everything looks yellow. Food tastes like orange peel. Water tastes awful. I know water has no taste and all but I want water to be tasteless, not bitter. And the worst of all, my head hurts.
I have no recollection of what I did yesterday. It’s like there was no Wednesday in my week. Though some people will say otherwise. They recounted things I said and did, amidst much laughing,
Jonathan said,
“Gina, when I came to ask you if you wanted tea, you said that you were part of the Fantastic4 *2 minutes of laughter* and that you were ‘The Human Torch’. As you were dozing off to sleep again, you suddenly screamed ‘Flame On’ *falls off bed laughing*”
That was the only one I can talk about. The others are way too embarrassing. I am still unwell and in Lower Parel. I want to go home.
Now!!!
Posted by: virginiaville on: October 20, 2008
I want a rule book.
A book about what I need to do next.
I don’t want to think about what I have to/ want to do.
I don’t want to make decisions.
I want an instruction manual.
I want everything spelled out.
No surprises. No discoveries.
No fine print. No hidden clauses
I want a route map.
A map with well defined roads to where I have to be.
I don’t want to get lost.
I don’t want to wait anymore.
I want…
Posted by: virginiaville on: October 14, 2008
I had to go to get a caricature done for my visiting card. Yes, there is going to be a picture of me on my visiting card and it’s going to be a cartoon. Almost reality.
So there I was at Kalaghoda, near Jehangir Art Gallery with some colleagues from work to get my caricature done from Mr. Something (forgot his name… actually, chose not to remember!). My vision of an artist with a french beret dressed in black, standing in front of an easel with a colour palette in hand, speaking with an Italian accent was crudely shattered by someone named Suresh-Ramesh (could have been Himesh, not sure), sitting under a beach umbrella nowhere close to the beach with one black paint bottle, 3 brushes and his easel was an old writing examboard, whose clothes looked like they hadn’t been washed in days and whose teeth could do with a whitewash or at least, be painted white and HE was going to draw me.
I sat there, outside the Museum on a rather rickety chair praying all the while that it wouldn’t snap, very reluctantly and started wondering when this nightmare would end. But things had to get worse before they got any better! People started gathering! Some snickered, some laughed out loud, some felt sorry for me and walked away while some stared with an intensity that almost burned a hole in my skull. I tried to see on the brighter side of things and falsely consoled myself that, out of this extremely embarrassing debacle, I would have a cool visiting card.
He finishes the caricature.
I rise from my seat.
Walk gingerly towards the writing-examboard-cum-easel.
Look at my picture.
Scream.
The man drew a nose the size of the Elephanta Caves, cheeks like that was all that is there to my face and lips like I had just got them Botox-ed. AAAHHHH!!!! He did draw pretty eyes though. Apparently, he draws all girls/ women ugly-ly. Maybe he is part of some secret Female Hating Group which gets pleasure out of drawing ugly pictures of girls/ women. Never going to him ever again.
Next time, I’ll ask Chris. He is nicer. Way nicer!!!
No visiting cards are going to be given out to anyone, that’s for certain! I’d rather write my contact details on a piece of paper and draw a stick-figure on the side!!
That’s another day at work.
Ta!!
Posted by: virginiaville on: October 6, 2008
…Sweaty palms, staring into blank spaces, thinking about nothing in particular, pensive, apprehensive, accelerated heartbeat, sudden drop in the heart pulse rate, throat gone dry…
… That is how my day began. You see, Today was my first day the new job. At ‘Hotstuff’, to be precise. FYI, it is not a food joint/restaurant/something you need to laugh at. It is the name of the advertising agency where I work now. So people, be nice!!!
My day started with quite an adventure. I woke at 7am. Isn’t that amazing? I actually woke up at 7am!! The world is one grumpy place in the morning. Everyone seemed to be mad about something and there I was happy that it was my first day at work. I bought my ticket and had to walk all the way to Kandivali (I think!) to reach the 7th Platform for the slow train. Too much exercise.
I think women traveling by train believe that the day must begin with a war cry. The train pulled in to the station and before it could even halt, all the women around me started screaming. I was not sure which way to run. So I stood there and tapped my feet together and said, ‘There’s no place like home’. Then I opened my eyes and saw I was not at home but inside the train. Miracle!!
I found a corner to stand and was trying to think of happier, nicer smelling places and people(I just want to take this moment to thank all my deodorant using friends). I was snapped out of my reverie by a old dear ‘looking’ lady who wanted to know if I was getting off at Goregaon and I truthfully replied saying that I wasn’t going to. I think it was not the right answer because she went on to ask me questions like, ‘Who do you think you are? You think you can board a train and do whatever you like? Didn’t you learn any manners?’ I still don’t know what I did wrong. If there is a train-travel manual that I haven’t heard of, please someone let me know where could I possibly buy it from?!? I do not want to make dear old lady mad at me. Chances are, we might become train buddies.
Work was good. And all that I expected it to be and more… Will not say much about work now maybe later…
Now, to head back home…
*Shuts computer. Plugs in headphones and sings along with Gloria Gaynor ‘I will survive’…*
Posted by: virginiaville on: September 29, 2008
Not the ‘chillar’ kind of change but Change when everything is not the same as it were.
Change that makes things different.
Change that you’re not ready for even though you knew all along that is was bound to happen.
Change…
