Anal meanderings

I may just be anal. I'm not certain, but there comes a point when one has to consider that their preparedness is really over-preparedness, to the extent that they're just plain anal. Going through my bag, I discovered: A multipurpose plug, four rechargeable AA batteries and charger, a (soft) hairbrush, a little comb, a notebook with those plastic divider thingies in place, a bunch of A4 sheets, some nine pens, a thick black marker, two empty mini-DV tapes, an empty hi8 tape, a box with blank CDs and DVDs, and a (very manly) mint flavored Nivea chapstick. I then went down to that beautiful, sexy darling of mine, to examine her contents and came across my tripod, with an excellent unbranded headphone-mic with crystal clear sound that I use for voiceovers, five bars of dark chocolate (oft replenished), a pair of sunglasses, a few strips of peppermint Orbit white, a (rough) hairbrush, two sealed pine tree-shaped air freshners, a bunch of little candies in the ashtray, and some change in the change-holding thingie. Aurelia's boot contained a bucket, with cleaning supplies and a dry duster inside, a little bag with a change of clothes, a bottle of Davidoff Goodlife, and an extra bottle of shampoo, and two spare tubes for her tyres.
Edit: There is also my one and only hairband in the bag that I've been using for the last three years, and two hair ties, although those are lost and replaced frequently.

I had a little epiphany. There is still some good left in the world. The other day, on the way home from Karol Bagh, after getting a little work done on Aurelia, I discovered we were completely out of gas. Now it was slightly foggy, I was ready to admit I was a bit chilly, and I'd forgotten my trenchcoat at home. Being rather close to the roundabout at the end of Shanti Path, the only petrol pump I could think of was an Indianoil a good two kilometers back at the peak of an uphill road. After about forty minutes of pushing, panting and freezing, I finally got to the top of the road. By this point one of the Indianoil employees saw me and ran over along with three of his colleagues to help me get Aurelia over, and after filling the tank again, pointed out the little attached Subway. While I was parking Aurelia on the side, one of Indianoil guys went in and said something to the Subway guy, who got to work on a sandwich immediately. Upon entering the Subway, I was seated on a table with a little hot-air blower set next to it, and was presented with a massive sandwich consisting of vegetables and hunks of meat and cheese, not the normal token piss-poor slices they toss in usually, piping hot, with a nice room-temperature bottle of Gatorade and a slice of gooey cake. While I attacked the food set out before me with gusto, I was joined by the Subway guy and two of the Indianoil fellows, who went about telling me that I ought to have come up and asked them to come down and help, and rattling off the other petrol pumps close by, and how rising petrol prices was affecting them, and basically keeping me company while I ate. The Subway guy then refused to let me pay for the meal, and instead pulled out a bag with a dozen freshly-baked, warm, gooey double chocolate chip cookies, and made one heart-warming statement: "No one should be out in this cold alone, these biscuits are our warmth, that we're sending with you to keep you warm on your way home."

One of my dearest friends in the world is getting married. She's in town for the wedding, and I had lunch with her today. I get to meet the fiancé tomorrow, for the first time. It's an arranged thingie, and as this is the first time a friend this close is getting married, I need to start a precedent of laying down the law with the guy she's going to spend the rest of her life with. I also have no idea what I'm going to get her. Ideas, people, I need ideas. It's bad enough that when I asked her to tell me what to get her as I didn't want to get something someone else got, she told me that what I'd get her, no one else would ever come up with. Help!

The next blog I want you folks to visit is that of the lovely Wiseling. Now this girl is most endearing, and her writing worth spending time over. Do go visit her.

Also, allow me to make your day. This song sure did it for me the other day when Neha sent me there.

Anyone else notice this post is in an absolutely deliciously sized font?