friends and other animals

Since nothing much is happening in my life except an inability to function without a window open at Bookworm, and frustration at the fact that one of my headphones is not working, this blog's about the peoples in my life.
To start with there's good news - Ali now fits into her 567s, the ones that had forsaken her two years ago. This is the most taaza khabar - as of this morning. So the gym and Azhar have obviously paid off.
Then there's M who emerged from her office on Nariman Point yesterday evening to find a crowd of people at the multiplex opposite screaming what sounded like Aamir, Aamir and went to investigate. And discovered that she was one of the people forming the hysterical crowd at the premiere of The Rising. As part of crowd frenzy, she did her bit of jumping up and down and shouting her Aamir's too, then promptly called up to share how she had plumbed the depths of mass madness.
Now for other animals - office colleagues who refuse to accept chocolates from other office colleagues who have returned from foreign lands. Bad manners, rudeness, moronic-ness... the adjectives continue to trip off my tongue.
And of course, my favourite - the two bloggers (Sabs, one of them is called Noor) who post one of their msn chats where the two of them are professing their love for each other. Extremely bilala as we would say in Hyd, not to mention begging for attention.
And then there's Zippy (our maid who zips through housework; not sure which of these sobriquets fit her) who has been told that if we don't open the door by the second bell, should leave. We are obviously not interested in having a clean house! But today, she rings the bell, waits 10 minutes, rings again. Waits another 10 minutes, rings again and repeats the same procedure again. Tam makes a point not to open the door, despite being awake. I hear one bell and sleep through the rest. House? Well... is clean enough