Today I was reminded that it's critical to stand up to rude smurfs (polite terminology for obnoxious prick). If only others on my team remembered it too.
In other, less life-altering news, Bombay's on red alert these days, as security personnel prepare to counter potential terror attacks. The place is crawling with cops, some comfortably situated behind mile-high bags of cement, others peering out from easily visible camouflaged land rovers. All this because the World Cup cricket matches will make their way to Bombay next week, and authorities don't want a rehash of the November, 2008 attack. Apparently cops have also been quite active in ambushing any semblance of love (both, the slurpy and non-slurpy kind) on our otherwise cultured, traditionally sound streets. If a man and woman are holding hands, they're in for a rough time. It's just not what Indians do, y'see. (we do other things, but more on that some other time.)
Today has been a highly productive first-day-of-wedding shopping day. Already I'm tired of shopping, though, (never thought I'd say that), and I have another 10 days to go. This is why people go on honeymoons right after a wedding -- not to celebrate love (and hold hands, albeit rather discreetly in some places), but to recover from an exhausting experience. Fun and exciting for sure, but mostly exhausting.
Too bad I'm jetlagged, or I'd be asleep right now. Either way I'm off to calm my terribly frayed nerves.
O&O,
D
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