Sticks and Stones

Had lunch with T and S today. More fun than I expected. Except for one interesting observation they had to make: I have qjada. Would you believe it? I mean I keep hearing it from Trichy people but I thought it was just urban Bangalore me in parochial Trichy that made the difference. Apparently not. They said I've always had qjada and since they last saw me it's increased. I guess having it confirmed from so many sources means it's actually true. But like they kept assuring me, "It's not a bad thing." I wonder.

Then, since I absolutely refused to go bowling. (I suck at it), they took me to a pool parlour. Looked pretty seedy, but apparently this was the only place decent enough to take a female to. T's the kind of guy who worries about taking girls to 'unsuitable' places and I got a lot of "What would your dad say if he knew you were here?"(freak, for sure!) but S was more than game. The place was dark, two in the afternoon, but the windows were heavily shrouded.(i guess it's something to do with the pool tables being more brightly illuminated) There were guys lounging around chalking cue sticks; there was a constant low hum, broken by the occasional expletive when a shot went bad. Looked thoroughly disreputable. And I was the only girl in the place. Hence T's unease. But I got my first pool lesson. And I'm not too bad at it. For a beginner. At least I can hit a ball squarely. Me getting any better will depend on my practicing, but I'm not sure if frequenting these places is a good idea.