Sanity regained

Shake shake! phew it's back...yes my sanity is back

With the mind going mush over the 'gora' this is much needed tool in my armour.

I was suppose to get tickets for slumdog millionnaire as he offered his company knowing i was keen to watch the flick of golden globe fame..

So the evening of 26 January clinched. 

While Sunday was ladies' day out that lasted all of the evening too at Dilli Haat to all the foodie's delight and ambling through the colours of winters wrought all over the place...An afternoon soaked in the sun we had a lovely time..

While on the other end my 'friend' had told me of the dinner date with his German aquaintance..

Why should that bother me..nah it doesn't..i swear it doesn't.

While 'Jai ho' roared on the radio my phone made a meek peep...

"Morning. What time did you get the tickets for?," need you guess who it is.

I had already told him 8:30 the day before..Then my little miffed self started to form a storyline from this seemingly simple text on my phone's screen..(my usual tactics to deal with something I dont like is to delete/erase)

Off goes the irky SMS from my INBOX.

And the story weaves in my mind as follows:

"May be he had a late night with..ugh..the girl...hung over and all that,"

I speed across a text:

"8:30 it is. In case you too lazy to come or change your mind, let me know. I will work my plan accordingly* (read replace the company)," and I sit relieved.

The moment you give any amount of importance to a man he whops it up in the first go and adorns it like feather in his cap.. Thats about it...