Keeping My Resolution

Posting everyday is quite a hassle. But believe me, I am trying to keep this resolution; rather unsuccessfully for the time being, but I am trying. Here comes another get-up-to-date post.

14th Feb:
Boyfriend and I decide not to talk to each other on V-Day. The long-distance factor ensures that this can be managed quite easily, though I do end up calling him (but no V-Day wishes mind you) for ten minutes at night. This has become a habit now.

Instead of going out with the boyfriend, I meet up with Shreya (my soulmate by birthday according to one big horoscope book that we have at home). We set out for New Market. Here is what follows:
(1) A long walk up and down Shreeram Arcade and great wonderment at how the once hip-n-happening place has become a sad place to frequent;
(2) Orange juice at one of those rat-infested (I saw a big grey one) juice centres outside Shreeram;
(3) Shop for shoes for me (picked up two for a total of Rs.243);
(4) Gorge on 3-rupee biscuits on the way to Park Street;
(5) Walk into CCD, realize that they have special (Read: exorbitantly-priced) V-Day menu, and walk out;
(6) Descend on Cha-Bar instead to have tea that costs Rs.30 and tastes like soap water and chat about all that's wrong with our lives (I only do this with Shreya);
(7) Rickshaw ride home where we just miss running over a cat that doesn't know what zebra crossings are for.

Apart from that a few "Happy V-Day" phone calls to my former I-Hate-V-Day pals. Now that I have a boyfriend, I am automatically chucked out of that club, irrespective of whether or not I celebrate this great gimmick.

15th Feb:
Cousin's Registry Wedding.
I hate weddings. Attending them makes me sick to the core. I hate dressing up for them, though once I'm all decked up (Read: Wearing earrings and kajal) I wonder why I don't prettify more often.

Why do I hate weddings? It's because I hate exchanging pleasantries. To me that's a supremely dull waste of time.

I guess when you go to a wedding prepared for the worst, it doesn't seem all that bad. But that does not make it good either. Which brings me to my question: Can one get married by proxy?

In other words, can I hire someone to be me at my own wedding (to keep up appearances) while I go catch a movie and stuff my face with popcorn?

Another question: Who was the bright spark that suddenly woke up one day to decide that weddings are times of celebration? Cavemen and women were happy enough with the act of making babies. Why the great need for organized celebrations in the ancient world when one could have orgies galore?

Deviating from the above high-philosophy, let me tell you that the food at my cousin's registry wedding was scrumptious (a very 18th-century-England adjective, but it fits). Ate authentic Bengali food after ages, and the rabri (the only non-Bengali item on the menu) was out of this world!!
[For those that are interested: The ceremony will be held next Friday.
N.B.: This is not to be mistaken for an invite.]

16th Feb:
A dull as nails day. Had stayed over at cousin's place. Woke up to noise and the still-scrumptious leftovers for breakfast. Got home and got to work. But don't feel like working; hence the super-long blogpost that tracks all three days in sufficient (excessive?) detail.

Will pretend to work a little more and then curl up with either Hemmingway's "The Old Man and the Sea" or Kazuo Ishiguro's "The Remains of the Day". I think I'll go with Hemmingway. It's thinner you see.