Chatting is injurious to health...

Was just lazing around on our beanbag downstairs talking with two equally lazily reclined females, my sister and mother.

Topics needn't make sense nor need they be contigous. It's more of a sessionless thing; you can walk in at anytime and be a part of it. Sort of like Malayalam soap operas on TV. Be warned, they run from 7 - 10 on the various channels, so don't make the mistake of getting your women folk hooked!

Back to topic, it's fun to have someone to talk to and make fun of.

Back in Chennai, we used to have a pad with around 12-13 people staying together; we're not too sure of the number taking into account that all were in the IT industry and were constantly moving around in the job or just changing jobs. All of us would make it home tired and sweaty at around 7 - 7:30, and then sit around in a room horizontal or vertical (depending on how tired you felt) and sort of automatically home in on a target. That evening would be entertainment courtesy of that poor fellow. Guffaws into the night so long and loud that we've had neighbours yell at us to go to sleep! But of course those neighbours invested in soundproof thick curtains (to block out the noise and light) soon enough!

Though the target selection was not always fair like many other things in life, it was fun. I've had my fair share of time on both sides of the battle. Being a target is not all that fun, especially when the big guns don't know when to stop! But all in all, you start missing something when you it stops. Same thing here.

Another vocal interaction that I like is during the time that all the guys decide it's late enough in the night to call it a day; and all trudge off to their respective rooms. Lying there in the darkness, your brain still hasn't gotten over all the activity that it's gone through and refuses to wind down. So since all are awake, we launch into conversations in the darkness.

Taking into account all the times and phases of conversation, this must be the only time when a guy is sober and still makes all the gaffes possible and says stuff he'll regret the day after. It's funny how people will forget that nobody's perfected built in nightvision, and will gesticulate in the darkness, making gestures to prove his point. It almost reminds me of how my mother was describing some shape over the telephone with animated and descriptive gestures...

Chatting with no agenda at all seems to be a genetic flaw in me, when I go to family clan gatherings. Everybody who's anybody, and considering everybody is somebody, I would like to tell you how funny it is to be a part of it, but then I would have to make gestures to show you.

After a lot of rambling, I still haven't made my point. But then that's the whole point of chatting, isn't it?

Complicated, huh?

Where will I stay?!

With visions of a Type A Room in Gillman Heights, I'm all raring to start on yet another episode to the wonderful adventure that is life. I know, cliched dialogue, but nothing else says it better.