Life without Mirchi is so Pheeki

If Mirchi was here right now, he'd tell me to 'check myself before I wrecked myself'.

LOL, I miss Mirchi. And no, my blog isn't going to become one long sob stroy of how I miss the people who aren't very actively a part of my life anymore.

But really, how can I not miss Mirchi? I remember the first time I met him ... infact ... the memory extends to BEFORE I actually met him.

It was Valentine's day afternoon (which also happens to be Arfiamn's B'day - yes, I married Cupid intentionally). Hinamommy and her hubby and me and mine were going for a picnic in the park. (Yes! PICNIC IN THE PARK: those were the days when I used to have a five day job that allowed me to have a life on Saturdays).

So there we were at the Emarat station (or was it Eppco?) outside Creek Park, in the car - Hinamommy and I - patiently waiting for Arfiman to emerge from the Shop with cans of assorted fizzy drinks and other equally unhealthy perishables.

Out comes Arfiman RUNNING.

"It's MIRCHI!" he shouts at us. "What do you mean you're IN TOWN?!!" he shouts into the phone.

And all of a sudden Hinamommy is jumping up and down too. "Mirchi's in TOWN?! Ohmigod ohmigod!"

I understand none of it.

"Who is Mirchi?" I complain. "And why does everyone except ME know him?"

I forget the fact that this whole group of people who are now part of my life are adopted from Arfiman - and they have been a part of his life for YEARS. Mirchi was obviously one of the people from 'back then' who had suddenly entered the picture again.

Hinamommy was even more 'ohmigod'ing now - more so from the fact that she FINALLY was in a situation where a returnee was know to HER and not to another member of the group (before me, Hinamommy was the newest implant into the group).

"Ha!" she gave me a triumphed look and proceeded to tell me about Mirchi.

Later that day - after our picnic in the park - Arfiman and I went to meet Mirchi at his hotel. I didn't really care: he was just another boy ... somebody from my fiance's past. (Yes, these are the days of Yore when Arfiamn and I were merely engaged to be married)

I came away thinking 'My goodness, what a weird boy".



I gathered a number of things about him:
1. He was paranoid
2. He had just returned from Hong Kong
3. He was paranoid
4. He used to be in AUD with Arfiman
5. He was paranoid

I didn't think we would have much in common. Except for maybe our foot size ...



Ha! Mirchi soon became my adopted Little Brother (forget the fact that he was about four years older than me and a HINDU! lol). We would talk on the phone for hours. When I felt down, he'd be downstairs in his Pajero to cheer me up. He was one of the people without whom my wedding would have been incomplete. He helped decorate for the mehndi, he helped put clingfilm on Arfiman's and my honeymoon suite toilet seats and filled our honeymoon suite towels with foam and hid all the soaps and put alarm clocks all over the room so we couldn't sleep all night on Arfiman's and my first night together.

I would argue endlessly with him about trivial things and would drag him out of the house when he least felt like it. We ended up with identical tiger print couches.

His last day with us ... he and I went for a chaat and bhelpuri. I made him drink Coke. He never drinks coke.



And then he went away. To Hong Kong again. And I said to him "Why did oyu have to come anyway?" but i didn't really mean it.

We all miss you so much Mirchi. We miss your constant whining and your never-ending pessimistic outlook towards Dubai. We're too optimistic without you ;)

*sigh*

This started out as a post about something else entirely and ended up being something entirely else.

Well, I think I should go do some work now, but soon, i will be back with The Dilemma (which - if i don't check myself - might make me 'wreck myslef'?!!!).

Not really, it's not a life-altering Dilemma really. Just one that involves me making less money VOLUNTARILY.

Ha! Keeping you on a limb here now Dear Readers ....