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Friday Night
K and I go to attend a mandolin concert. K is obviously very excited and I show appropriate amount of excitment. 5 minutes in the show and K starts fidgeting for his cellphone. I nudge him to stop and give him my patent stern looks. It works, for a while (he has taken to looking at the ceiling as if to somehow escape the loud and consistently screeching noise), and I look at him again. This time with my desparate what-are-we-gonna-do looks. K chalks out a plan and tells me in hushed tones that he will sneak out first and then I should follow him quietly. I am filled with guilt, but decide to sneak out anyways (I could NOT listen to that anymore).. So we sneak out, and decide NEVER to go to a mandolin concert again.
p.s. : Apologies to any mandolin lovers out there. I am sure the instrument is very melodious and musical. Its just us. We are sorry.
Saturday
Attended a very very very very very (still not enough very's) very very very super performance by the legendary Mallika Sarabhai. I had watched her once before as a kid (i mean, I was a kid, she was just awesome) and not understood much. But this performance, left us dumbstruck. I remember having goose pimples during the show. And K was just gawking at her and trying to tell me how happy he was with the whole he-got-an-opportunity-to-gawk-at-her-in-real-life thing. But seriously, she is a genious. Plus she is from my home town (Ahmedabad) so I am doubly proud of her.
And then, we went to see "Inception". Good movie, in the sense that it makes you wonder (and argue with whoever will listen to you about your brilliant theory of what must have happened).
Sunday
It was perfect. Lazied out (I am sure its a word) the day with awesome weather and not very sub-standard cooking attempts.
And then there is today.. monday... !!
Here is wishing everybody (including me) a good week ahead.
1 comment:
amen. a good week is one which passes real quick. you know you have had a good one when you didn't count the days left for friday.
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