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Of bills....

Watched the bee season last night. I really like Kate Binoche now. Slept at around 4:00 am.

Rony calls this my nocturnal mayhem.

Got up at 11:30 am this morning. What seemed like a perfectly normal day, was suddenly ruined. Beep! Beep..you've a new message in your inbox.

Hmmmm, poor me how would i know what it is! So well i obviously checked. Message from HUTCH(sala kutta).

It said: " Your hutch bill for the month of May for Rs 1784.00 is due on 15th January"

Thats just a single line. But it managed to zap my happiness. Ufff i was a lil groggy before but now was wide awake. Suddenly i can imagine my dad sitting there on his bed...with this glasses on his nose(very typical of him)

and then all of a sudden yelling...!!! PHEW!!!

Seriously i just hate doing something like this. I dont even remember using my cell phone so much. Yeah i did make calls but then i dont use GPRS or anything fancy. I dont even have a caller tune. OK now i was visibly frightened.

You know I needed a plan. I can never lie to my folks. Whatever happens, dad pays these bills. I can get around mum but not dad.(read no appetite or sleep)

Tried speaking to my sis. But nah that bum wouldnt be sympathetic to me, never!

OK so i cant eat(N I promise I ate ok)

Cant sleep. Too nervous to call or come online.

I am really jittery by now. Dad called. Its somehow very painful to talk to him.

A hundred ideas are going through my head. For the very first time i wish i can just get lost somewhere or maybe loose the phone. But the bill would still be there.
Hmmmm what about loosing the bill? Nah that would drive dad even moreangry & plus my sis wouldnt allow such a silly thing. It really is silly. But then its my bill! BOOOOO HOOOO! lolz ok now that was a lil too much.
OK another brain wave, I plan to tell mom everything& then get her into paying the bill. Nah this wud be the biggest blunder ever. So wat do i do? Manu says let it be. Act like your innocent& let dad find out when he is gonna pay the bill.
I am tooo guilty( read upto my lil toe nails).
The bill is on the shelf near the stereo system. I cant get my self to go to the hall at all.
Dad comes home. He comes straight into his room. I say a silent prayer.
Then its the usual stuff. We laugh( me hardly), i make him tea.Mums home. We have dinner at around ( am...very unusual!
Well dad as always gets done first. I am hardly tasting food& my eyes follow him every he goes. He goes to the shelf( the doomed one). Suddenly i blurt it out!!!
"Dad my cell phone bill is horribly a lot!!!"
"how much?"...." alot dad.."
Ma:"how much Nikki?"
Me:(gulp)..."alot ma!"
Dad:" what? its 1800? What the hell were you doing?"\
Hmmm i dont exactly remember the rest of the conversation because my dad dintexactly react the way i had anticipated. Mum started to giggle a bit. My sis was laughing& dad was like ...u sure you know wat u sayin? He was like" dont sweat it. Its done. Plzzzz dont be dramatic now. Just keep a check& cut your calls now."
Huh? tht was it? Phew....i had almost planned on running away...hahahaha! Lame joke. But seriously i feel light now(read relieved).
Hmmm so thats about it. Well got loads of stuff for tomorrow. To begin with getting my plan changed.
Cant have this day to be repeated ever again. lolz
(N, i seriously ate well ok)
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