Friday, October 13, 2006

Huh ha!

Parties extend normally longer than they are expected to. You usually miss the part when the hosts begin to keep quiet and wonder how to get this all of a sudden too noisy crowd out. They push the unwashed plates, the remaining food and disarranged stuff forcibly out of their mind. I have done it.

So we were returning from the party. The lipstick remained in traces. Part of it on wine glasses. Partly on people’s cheeks after I’d downed more than necessary. Mostly on the glass I’d say. A girlfriend once told me that you should discreetly lip the side of the glass so that your lipstick doesn’t transfer. That I found terribly undignified. Nowadays non transferable lipsticks are the answer. But I do wonder where it al then goes.

I hope he didn’t count the number of times I switched glasses. I hate this cheating. But I love my peace better.

I worry if my thoughts can be heard by him. I search for a suitable music station. Ah, jazz. I like jazz. I don’t know anything about it but just that I like the sound of it. A friend once told me that you need to understand music to appreciate it and understand it better to love it. I wouldn’t still agree. Jazz makes me feel sophisticated. Mind you, that’s not the only reason I like it, though I have a sneaking suspicion that it counts for a large share.

He finds the music repetitive. But I like jazz.

Se, this is what happens when I have too much to drink. My thoughts shift patterns like my fickle friend. Well, she would change boyfriends more times than… I can’t find the right analogy. But you get what I mean…

His voice is jarring. I wonder how I once found it suave and cultured. I am sucker for such things. Before when we didn’t have so much money, I would walk through stores and find the best bargains. Then I would buy la-di-la labels from the sneaky little Indian guy and sew them on. Like careful little Chinese seamstresses. And make sure that people noticed. Ah, I was once very cunning. These days I am quite out of touch with the general cunning I had. These days, I use it like Chanel no.5. On special occasions, lest he catches on.

‘You don’t laugh at my jokes these days’; his whining voice sounds like an instrument out of tune.

I wait a moment before I laugh uncomfortably.

Apparently, that wasn’t meant to be a joke.

21 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

"These days, I use it like Chanel no.5. On special occasions, lest he catches on."

that was a good one..

btw, what was the mood/tone of the gal?! is she disgruntled over her "life" or is it the wine that is talkin?

Love
me

4:44 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Me: Cynical when sober n not! :)

6:04 AM  
Anonymous kerabyte said...

so u find d pics , gr8
u dnt answr any prsnl q's ..y?
dnt knw anythng abt u ...
its becoming a constant itch
keep up d good work maam

6:50 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

check ur mail dear...........

1:35 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Kerabyte: Nope! Not TCS! :)

3:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Bloghopped to yours'..nice sense of humour..:)..very subtle..read a few of your older posts..generally, you tend to get a feel of the kind of person when you read blogs..but your writing doesnt doesnt let that happen..:)..

3:30 AM  
Blogger A.G.Sudarshan said...

Tad of a tendency towards disillusionment recently...
"His voice is jarring. I wonder how I once found it suave and cultured."

An emotion repeated once too often.

And btw, aaaahhhh.... jazzzz... :)

3:58 AM  
Blogger A.G.Sudarshan said...

Just realised... 'Huh ha!'--> Al style? :)

5:54 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Rishi: Welcome! And my non-sense of humor eh? :)

Sudarshan: The emotion existing once too often! And too often being encountered! AI?

9:33 AM  
Anonymous mp said...

Poornima, I think he meant Al Pachino ...'Scent of a woman'?

11:37 AM  
Blogger sp said...

so you are a mortal after all, u finally penned something, that i find nothing to comment about ! :-)

10:53 PM  
Anonymous conjuror said...

Poorni, Kya faltoo joke-aan maar rahi ho... kuch tho reham karo... kasam ghalib da.

1:15 AM  
Blogger angada said...

This is my first visit to your blog. I like your style of writing. Its simple and beautiful!

11:24 AM  
Blogger A.G.Sudarshan said...

'mp' is right... Meant Al Pacino... In the movie 'Scent of a woman' he says 'Huh !Ha!' in this trademark style.. :)

Happy Deepawali! :)

10:10 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

at long last! the soothing balm of ur words...am back!
lapped up all that I missed...thanks dudette! :D

11:57 PM  
Anonymous nep said...

nice...

7:48 PM  
Blogger ?bLeAk?!! said...

:P
well i dont know about the truth in what your frd says about music..
but i do like your writing..
glad that i came here..

8:16 AM  
Blogger Buccaneer said...

i say again, poornima....please pen a book of short stories..and i bet you will be the next best thing...i will buy ur book...

11:26 PM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Mp: Never liked that movie! :)

Sp: And still I get a comment eh? :)

Conjuror: Duh!

Angada: Welcome!

Sudarshan: Ummm... very late but still, wish you the same! *Ducking against the chappal you would ahve thrown at me!*

2:15 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Sharat: :))

Nep: TY.

Bleak: Welcome and Ty.

Prakash: He he! You always said that. One day surely!!!

2:16 AM  
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