Travel, Work,Racism and ofcourse THE ME!! ;)

I open my Astro just like that on TOI side window and it says- You will feel a little depressed today and I am like "tell me about it".I am not well today and I was all ready for office when I realised am not well enuff to catch that train, walk those miles, so I stayed back and I donno if I did the right thing. I have one business meeting, one lunch meeting and a team dinner tonite and not going to office means skipping on all the interaction but then I am not interested in making friendships here. I just wanna do my stuff here and go back home to my ever-so wonderful family and my dogs. :) Okay! so about travel, here is a quick summary : As I always say, the worst part of a journey away from home is not the journey frm the home airport to another airport,It is the trip that you make from your home(with your family) to the home airport to catch you flight. It makes me feel sick. I travel a lot for the women of my age (that's Bridget Jones effect, Okay!) but everytime I go away frm home, its a tuff thing. I always insist that I take a cab frm my place to the airport which is 2hrs away but Dad believes in the family ritual of dropping us at the airport.I LOVE HIM for that n for a couple of other things too. *giggles* But, the time spent in the car till you reach the airport is dreadful. I kept imagining how I will get down and look back and wave to mom. I felt sick, nervous and everything but more than that I had an urge to pee. Shit!! The pee-rablem comes again so we stopped at some random hotel on the way to gurgaon...hehe... I ran inside,smling at the reception, used the loo, thanked and ran back. By now, I have mastered the art. Can't help till Indian govt comes up with good public toilets for women. Anyways, I was doing everything mechanically till I boarded my plane as if I was programmed. I did not look back once I stood in the departure queue coz I did not want to say bye to mom. So I really don't remember how and when I boarded my plane, whom I called, what I said. I did everything in daze may be. So, I slept with my mouth wide open in the plane till we reached Amsterdam, and its a beautiful place, it was soooo cold and I was wearing a tshirt,capri and chappals(most comfy for long travel). I shrieked wen we got off the plane, it was so cold. Anyways, next thing I know, I dropped my handbag first on a co-pasenger's foot and later while boarding the other flight on the ground-staff's foot. hahaha... I cant help but fumble up stuff... :D that's me. Reached Leeds Airport and found that my cabbie lost me and I lost him. Waited for him in the parking (which btw means that I had to carry 33Kgs of luggage downslope and upwards again). It was sick, my back hurts even now. Finally he called me and he was a GORA, kinda relief. I did not want any Pakistani or Indian cabbie for the reason that I did not want to strike a conversation, I was too tired. But the GORA, did talk a lot. I faked sleep. :) I could see everyone at the airport, in the plane and the lounge staring at my novel which was Bridget Jones' Diary. They might be secretly feeling sorry for me. :D :D Anyways, it was so cold, my nose started bleeding inside...damn! all the woollens are worth trash so shopped hard for some gud stuff here... still shopping... The place is good except that it is freakingly cold and it rains whenever rain gods plan a manicure. ;) Donno!! Got drenched yesterday so paying the price by staying home today. Workplace sucks like everyone's work place. Some gross people playing politics so me minding my own business and doing what I want to...Not interested in coming back here again , atleast not for work. BTW, the place is good for shopping... retail therapy is the mantra for a depressing day. Aur kya? haan... I faced racism too... A drug-addict sorta, chin,ear,eyebrow pierced woman and me were abt to take opposiute tray table seats in the train, when she made a sick face and looked at me... like Huh! Bitch how can u sit here? but I smiled back and kept my stuff there. She picked all her stuff and looked back at me, made a bad face again and sat in another row. I was like "Cool, Bitch I have the full seat to me, you go suck up the back row". :D :D I felt very very humiliated actually. I was dressed completely Indian, head-covered and all and why am stressing on that... well the day I changed my wardrobe to western, I see people passing me off as Brazilian, Filipino, Italian (can u beat that?)... hehe... but no one has looked the same way at me as yet. I dont care anyways... I am off to my churidaars again... :) Okay! that's quiet a long story.. and I managed it coz am grounded... cant check blogs frm office.. so am visiting them all today... Aur yaar.. meri diwali lonely aur boring this.. i cooked maggi and sulked.. .wat did u do?? Arey haan, mainey shopping ki naa diwali pe :D :D Ek warm si jhappi... UK ki bheed mein khud ko dhoondti huyee... Aapki Harshita *wah wah*