Rape me, Ride me , Kill me ....


Haven' t posted for a week now, been way too busy ... accusations flying , deadlines to be met, a showdown of words and a whole pile of mess to deal with and that is only half the story. The farewell to be held on Thursday with nothing concrete in place, frustration at its best. No cash, and absolutely no ideas on how to make cash made me for the first time feel that I may fail at something after all.

I had a bad week and my temper was flaring, letting off steam, shouting at the inconsiderate and cribbing about the whole thing to Armi were more or less routine. The Farewell to be held had a change of venue more times then my fingers allowed for counting. Everyone wanted a share in the organising and when they say too many cooks spoil the broth ; they weren't kidding.

Monday - We were pretty sure about everything until I get a call at 2am, the place wasn't booked as yet; what the fuck???? I was told it was all done and all we had to do was pay them the advance, the 2 brilliant characters who took charge of booking the place weren't even talking to the right people as we later found out. A barrage of phone calls and after careful consideration we decided to go for "Plan-B"

Tuesday - Time for "Plan -B". Now the back up plan was simple, we already had a place in mind which we had booked just in case the first deal fell through. Now what we failed to foresee was the insatiable urge of the female population to crib about everything possible. First crib about the food, which coincidently was some of the best in town, then crib about the transport problem, even though the place was in the center of the city, and then finally crib about the place being too shady fro their taste, when the place is one of the most happening places in town. Well anyway we decided to be a little considerate to their baseless grievances and chucked Plan-B. It was almost Wednesday and we started formulating Plan- C

Wednesday - Plan C, It was Vin's birthday and I decided to put things on hold for awhile. My quiet time. By evening the calls began flowing again and we still didn't have anything on paper. Plan - C as of now was Plan-D and by dinner we were at Plan - G. Thanks to someone or the other having a problem with something or the other. As far as I was concerned they all went to "the School of Lame Excuses" and most probably even graduated with Honors.

Thursday- We were now at Plan - M , which was basically Plan-F with a change in the menu. Well finally we had a Plan in pace but we had no money. Project Get Money was set in play.

Friday - The Second day of Project Get Money and the results were pathetic we were still broke.

Saturday - We decided that if we don't make the requisite amount we will be going ahead with Plan - ?? ( Doesn't even matter anymore ... we just need to have the farewell). The Plan was to reduce the number of people invited and keep our fingers crossed. I needed a break.

Borrowed Tony's bike and went for a ride, scared the shit out of Tony who decided to ride pillion but this seems to be one thing that always clears up my mind, rev the nuts off the engine. The bike handled well and it had brakes :-p ... A good 20 minute speed session helped me cool off and think straight.