a sleepy day

weather: overcast.

headlines: moldy-oldy cricketers get bumped off the team for a few matches. abhishek-aishwarya bollywood glamour power couple wedding happens, but reporters only seem to be able to report on the movement of volvo buses outside of the residence in bombay, somehow they fill half the front page with this anyway.

but anyway.

an exhausted day. clouds. sore feet, paining muscles, heavy head. one of those, it should have been an off day but then life is madness and just says no, schmemma schmalba, get up, get your act together, get your ass down to dance class. i am not so sure how successful i was dancing half asleep, with all parts of legs and feet malfunctioning. at least i gave my dance teacher a chance to laugh at me. at least during one of the 45-minute chai breaks (praise the lord!) me and andy jo* were inspired by one of those moments of a bengali student breaking into song mid-conversation to try and find american songs we had in common--much to teacher's amusement. we weren't so successful. and decided that this was probably a place where we could not compete. the only songs i know straight through from beginning to end are probably off of salt'n'pepa's '93 cd "very necessary". not so appropriate to dance class.

*andy jo's true name has been altered to protect her anonymity. andy jo studies with me at my dance school, stays with me in south kolkata, comes around with me to all the cafes and performances, makes me fruit salad, ties pink ribbons into my hair, lets me eat all the cashews in the fried rice, and refers to me as the wife even tho in a few weeks she'll be ditching me for the states and for some boy, as if! talk about loyalty.