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Am not a writer nor a poet 'M nothing.So powerless But yeah am a desperate ,confused merry creature to be fun with,aleast some times i wont be messy,GODFORBIDDEN;-)

Thursday, December 21, 2006

EatStreet ,,,not to eat ,But to meet


New office treating me with awesome luxury ,gallons of time to kill making me wonder what is my profession and skill at times.The question marks are boldly shimmered by the skilled habits of hobbying .The leisure tactics have atlast proved helpfull .I have activated my soul by fuelling it with all the avaible appetities like strolling out to breakout area sitting and chatting about the life ,boys and my collegues sweet lovestory.Then next teasing about her to bunk office to have fun with his boy.When kindergarten lookalike bright yellow interiors and green chairs with the big glass window pane streching along the entire wall of the breakout area ,just perfect place to chill out ..peircing the look and waiting when can we do justice with the workplace habitation atleast sometime.With enough of giglling ,biting each other ears ,i returned back to my sweetypie,my computer.The moment i unlocked it ,,logging in all kind of messengers is a ritual.As and when i did with the evil headset in ears with my favourite song colorblind running.The wacky yahoo window pop ups and hey therz my US returned friend back home greets me with hi.wellbeing of all what r u up to?how u doin? wat plans for the vacation?
She shouts with a warning that i will see the death if i dont make it to the veryyy common EatStreet for the gettogether.I had to live so yes was the obvious.

But still 4 hours were in my pocket .Songs were overflowing nd ringed my brain enough.Left the rest playlist for tomorrow ,i was flashed with the idea of fitness hub our gym.Starting with warmups and ofcourse the Music ,,nah this is differnt cos its now hindi in aka worldspace satellite radio.I had set all stage to burn above 250 calories today to match up the evening munch which i will definetly dump on in my bag.The American choclates ,the 40 feet streching stalls allover in eatstreet ,what more you u could want for .

I opened my eyes on the furious treadmill, gymsuit half soaked ,the sweat sparkles tickling dwn my eyebrow with my tightly clipped ponytail upside exactly i felt myself looking like a sportsgirl which my gymmate taunts when she sees my attempt to go beyond the targets for the day,,the damn stamina gives me the xtra push somedays.

Now the clock sighed me to hurry up and wind up for the day to stand on the commitment made.Right from gym to eatstreet truely the idea of getting freshed and touching skipped my mind in hurry.In the entrance suddenly i felt like gosh how horny i musst be looking ,,nothng else was i left with other than to just receive the raining comments which ill be getting after i reach the left table near the subway counter.Yo all were there very much the same,,some slimmed down ,,some bloated .The wacky smile ,the hello greets ..HWDY reeeeeee..
BIndaas and mast in hyderabadi style the answered obvioused.
Xchange of the observative sights went on for an hour are so.US returned with a touch of west were xcited back home ,,same was I.Bt the crowd was just small and the time at once getting tough as evryone was getting bored.The tops(bright college mate ,,geek ,we call her tops) was compaling of the tiding sleep .The sleep won and she made her move waving all bye.Great people will be joining at leisure later said one of the mate.Oh so many more hours to spend and all shut with adhesive in mouths ,,just exchanging the looks.But later in de dawn the spectacular photo shoot was fun.My childy friend narrated her new affairs and the same girly confusion before commiting.I was like big mom advicer to many..felt like starting a formal councelling firm,,nice alternative to my freedomfilled office.
After some assurance and facts born out with self experince i could highlight her the REAL web of love life..its not the same fancy as it appers to be. Its the damn difficult thing.

Mouth watered when some of the sweetypies joined with a handful of choclates.Not wasting a second started the fights for the best chocBar.Many new plans to freakout with a movie at Imax and all were coming up.But i kept myself behind the scene as am usual is always with the deadline time to reach home .I cant dare to overrule the rule or ill be screwed back home. Done with the gettogether ,missed much of witty crowd which is supposed to come later one by one by the end of the month.So planning of much better gettogether in bigger count would be real ball.Hope so ,,i shall have the boredom amplitudes less nexttime.But for sure again our wacky crowd will meet up at eatstreet ,,,

The statement on the welcome board ..Hussainsagar ,,Gods gift to hyderabad..I donno about the acceptance of this statement but very true for gettogethers of many college crowds ,,to have tour in nostalgic lane. What say buddies?


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