mY CraZy FigHt

The characters that appear in this blog are real and not fictious..

Too many funny incidents in these 2 months here .. I live with 3 galz.. 2 of them married with families in india and the 3rd one doing an internship just like me here.. So basically, first dew days were fun pulling each others leg and wat not.One fine day this 3rd gal whom i will be referring to as the DEVIL(name coined by herself) starts cooking.. Now thats totally unnecessary as the married women are wonderful cooks and they preferred that this work be left to them so that we dont end up messing up the kitchen.. One of the duo is very particular about having the kitchen spic and span.. Fair enough,i leave it to the chefs and enjoy the sumptuous dinners.so this act on part by the DEVIL was not really appreciated as after that we ended up cleaning the kitchen for fucking 3 hours.. I stress the number 3 (me + my 2 roomies,Devil just proud of her cooking flutters off with boxes to distribute to the unfortunate indian families living nearby who am sure had medical conditions after having that sambar)

The DEVIL also is despised for wasting food,something that gets on my nerves!! Combing her hair leaving lumps of hair on the carpet everywhere.. Personally , these things are far from putting me off coz i clean wen i find it dirty and thats it.. not the least bothered about who caused the dirt ot watsoever..But the other 2 roomies got pretty pissed with the DEVIL..Thats natural right coz they are so used to having responsible people around that such spoilt brats drive them mad!! So gradually, she becomes a pain in the ass.. All this time, i keep cool coz i always have my novels to keep me occupied..And i tend to look at the funny side of everything, a hearty laugh gets me thro these daily incidents..

So asusual nonchalent as ever, one dark evening i sit in our room (shared by me and DEVIL) browsing the net , as bored as hell when things perk up.. Our DEVIL barges into the room and tells me to get out of the room..Things turn out to be a little rummy as Berty Wooster would say.. am baffled and start to protest when she fires off saying she needs privacy, not comfortable with me around, no peace while talking phones and what not. Now let me quote that i hardly am ever around her..its not like am a moth and she is fire that am constantly attracted to !! I sit at this corner in the room as if i have been chained to the windows immersed in my own world with music blaring on my head phones..So even if i wanted to, i cud never overhear her top secret phone conversations with whosoever..So this gets me thinking .. I defend by saying that we had mutually agreed to share the room and so by protocol , i have the rights to remain seated firmly to this tiny bit of space and that if she has a problem being comfortable, she needs to sort it out for herself.. the DEVIL apparently had given quite a lot of thought to this situation at home of us ignoring her and had had deep feelings rooted so deep that even the king of the ocean would have thought twice before venturing out!!

So anyways, so hysteric was she that all those deep deep feelings surfaced.. She starts accusing me of not cooking (something i dont think she need to have bothered worrying about coz neither was she cooking for us ) and that i am not clean (now where the hell did that come from?? i dont do anything first to clean it up later?? :O , he he a gud old strategy of mine ) .. The most funny of them all was her reasoning for the way we were acting towards her.. i presumably manipulated my 2 roomies to hate her by talking ill of her and slowly they hypnotised by my talks started hating her.. So she ended up being the devil of the house (the nickname coined after this statement) .. he he he, that cracks me up .. i respond saying like i have no other job in this whole wide world but to induce animosity between the two troups causing world war 3!! he he he...continuing, she claims that i am not the adjustable type (now look who is talking) and that i am not acting according to my age (now no gal wud like her age being brought up ) and no doubts,being a gal (though popularly not accepted in my friends circle) i react.. shout back at her saying she fucking mind her own buisness and stop acting like a baby cribing about petty issues!! Now mind you, i am screaming.. my voice was so squeeky that probably she didnt understand half what i said.. now this is a problem i cant seem to find a solution to.. how the hell would my squeeky voice more like noise ever get through to her?? Irritated by the cacophony that i manage to create, she walks out of the house..

all this time my other 2 roomies being spectators are dumb founded.. All this rage inside me shows pretty well on my face and so no wonder they offer to calm me down.. The ego inside me prevents me from accepting their nice offer and i continue reading a P.G.Woodehouse novel ending up laughing till my stomach hurt!! Surprisingly all that laughter kindles the deep sadness inside me (yea ryt, i have deep sadness inside :P )and i start crying.. more like weeping.. I call my one stop solution center (thats a frnd of mine by the way) and blast out at him.. poor soul, cant say anything coz am mad, mad like crazy!! After a while, the rage appeases and then he gives me some gud advice very much needed for everybody in the world.. i nod my head and fall back into a deep sleep.. Morning and am off to work !!