of ghosts and cops

met up with a ghost from the past this saturday and we exchanged some rather old memories. we were in school together till the ripe age of 8 or 9. caught up on old things like how we both thought divya unni's mom was hot. before the bugger denies this lemme say that he did distinctly nod his head and say that its an inappropriate comment to make. but hey... u don't remember a lot of things from that long ago. so u'll have to do with whatever u can get.

after that went on to meet etv (which is something asif should play down :-), etv being a low-world gult channel). and then we went on to a beach around here and after that a hike on a paved road... so i guess a walk. oh forgot to mention that daku had dragged along too with her car :-). now the ghost and i being in a new place and getting to see all this new stuff, one would have expected an unquenchable thirst for the background history and such stuff. well as things were, such queries or discussions were conspicuously absent all of us preferring instead to "chori" (malayalam not hindi) daku who despite such orchestrated effort, i must say, held her ground. the central question throughout the evening was about where to have dinner! it was like this big eternal question about life, the universe and everything with daku pressing for udupi!!! why would anybody want udupi! so the burden of the decision fell on me and i could but suggest the only restaurant i had been to in belmont.

well all that is behind me. been here hardly a week and i am already switching hotels. woke up early in the morning today and thought i would call up the front desk and let them know that i was checking out. and imagine my surprise when the lady who answered replies "911 emergency". she was heavily accented and i was just shaking off sleep, so i thought i hadn't heard right and asked her to please connect me to the front-desk. this really worked her up, which sort of had a bad effect on her accent (probably spanish), and she started letting me know that this is an emergency service and how one should not be misusing it. so i wished her a good day too and hung up now properly awake. i was really disappointed that the hotel would put their front-desk at extension 9112. dashed unthoughtful of them i felt... but then on closer inspection i found that the number had somehow managed to change itself to 6112!!! well i was coming to terms with this dirty trick the hotel had played on me when there was a knock at the door on opening which i found a concierge who was all eagerness to find whether i was still breathing, no fires, nobody molested me or anything and on being informed of what happened, he gave me this rather patronizing smile which i really didn't care for :-(. i think hotels should stop keeping tabs on the numbers you dial. i mean! whats this world coming to with all the snooping around!!! a little more privacy people!!!