Posted by: Aadisht on: June 20, 2003
Still backlogging. Two days behind now. Yes, this is about Tuesday.
All right. It rained, as I said earlier, and made driving a pleasure. After my lesson, I come back and have my bath. While I’m doing that, Ishaan, TK, and Vijay bang on the bathroom door, and tell me I’m going to India Habitat Centre for lunch.
Lunch was fantastic. Beautiful weather at IHC, and there were lots of people there. Ishaan, kMac, TK, Vijay, Adi, Sabina, Naomi, Gursimran, Nez, Mrinalini, and some dames from the commerce section whose names, alas, I no longer recall. As was to be expected, the conversation sparkled, and this week, several more people will become Dubyaphiles.
It was fun, yeah.
After meeting my junior batch, I was inspired to take up a similar project for my own batch. So I reached home, and called up about thirty people, and suggested that we meet at the Basant Lok Barista between half past five and half past eight. Everybody agreed that it was a wonderful idea.
There was only one problem, though. Nobody actually showed up. Well, Ankur did, but he came to the new one instead of the old one, and when he eventually did come to the old one he didn’t recognise me.
So that’s the situation. I spent two hours waiting for people to show up, but they didn’t. There are two reasons for this.
The first is that I am inexperienced with social situations, and am unable to convince people that meeting me and each other is a good thing. And it is a good thing- people like Surbhi and Goofy do it properly- I just need practice at it.
The second is that I have taken Gurudev Sri Sri Ravi Shankar’s advice about living in the moment to extremes. I assume that because I am spontaneous enough to go to IHC for lunch at five minute’s notice, other people will be spontaneous enough to come to Barista at half an hour’s notice. Unfortunately, this is not actually the case.
So, I now have to teach myself social graces, and teach the people around me how to be spontaneous.
That evening wasn’t a total washout, though. I didn’t meet any of the people from my batch whom I had called. But I did meet Shruti Chauhan, who I hadn’t called. She was there on her own accord. After spotting each other, making a few observation passes, and goggling; we realised that we were, in fact, Aadisht and ShrutiC, and I managed to get in some catching up after all. So that was also fun.
Thus finishes the Fillet.