i am exhausted from being nice, missing the most important game of the week, talking to gay-ish men with embroidered AND sequinned butterflies on their shirt and generally its-saturday-morning-i'll-have-to-go- to-work kind of exhausted as well.

the best part of last evening was listening to the Bloodsucking Leech. the Leech went to mauritius and was immensely impressed with arrival lounge, general beauty, scantily clad women with nice figures and his first limousine ride - till the chauffeur put on the music and with what nick hornby would say "a cavalier disregard for cliches" played aashiq banaya aapne.

the best part of this evening looks like the sibling's anticipated arrival hopefully with all the specified liquor. but that is still a solid fifteen hours away. and then i have to bring the said sibling home and see all hell break loose.

and this time god help the man who tries humming leaving on a jet plane in the arrival lounge. you do not do that. you do not do that in arrival lounges. more importantly, you do not do that at dumdum when 99% chance is u'll take a shuttle back to nager bajar or deshapriya park or beleghata or mominpur. a) its very irritating, b) the song takes a very long time to get out of the head, c) its traumatising to find the meshomoshai crooning in a whisper three inches from one's left ear. with all my residual niceness flushed out of my system last evening, i will do something very drastic indeed.