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Am off to live a dream I have dreamt since I was a child. After much dreaming, contemplation, deliberation, things going wrong and things going right the time has finally come. Tomorrow this time I shall be in Paris.

Yesterday was one of those Sundays. Even sitting in front of the television was an effort. I was feeling lazy and bored. And that, my friends, is the worst combination possible.

I thought of calling up some friends I had not spoken to in a while. But then I got lazy, so I didn’t make any calls at all. That didn’t help my boredom much. Basically I was feeling too lazy to do anything and thus I ended up being really really bored. I even tried playing ‘when you’re bored and you know it, clap your hands.’ Ah! You know the game?

When you’re bored and you know it
Clap your hands
When you’re bored and you know it
Clap your hands
When you’re bored and you know it
And you really want to show it
When you’re bored and you know it
Clap your hands

I stopped playing that game as soon as I realised that it was neither indulging my laziness nor was it tackling my boredom. I racked my brains. What should I do next? What should I do next?

So, I went to the beauty parlour. What could be a better way to spend a Sunday? To be pampered as you lie sprawled on a reclining chair. And to top it I got more entertained that I bargained for. What happened was that two girls (the hot types) came into the parlour soon after me. They both wanted to get waxing done and they were taken into an inner room. Now this inner room and the room I was getting a pedicure in was separated with one of those three-quarter high walls. So basically I could hear everything that they were saying. (I know its evil to overhear but it suited my mood. You see I was really bored and it didn’t really take much effort to overhear.) So this is how it went…

Girl 1: Wow!
Girl 2: I know. It’s like all our lesbian fantasies come true.

(Meanwhile my overactive bored imagination was at work. Two almost-naked women and hot wax. My oh my!)

Girl 2: Owww!
Girl 1: Stop screaming like a virgin. (pause) Not that you’re one.

Girl 1: CENSORED
Girl 2: CENSORED

To hear the rest of the conversation you may call me. Though I can’t guarantee that I will take your call, especially if you call on one of those lazy and boring Sundays.