so suddenly it looks like I am swamped... with many things too boring to explain.... and this is also the last 2 weeks of my stay in DC and I am making large scale plans to meet up with people and do a little more of sightseeing around DC.... so the next 3 days are jam packed with activities... and then I have to slowly start thinking about packing.... I hate packing... it always makes me tense...what if the bag is too small... what if the customs officer stops me and asks me to hand ovre half my life's savings for the overweight bag I am carrying... Ohh Gosh - my mind never stops imagining...

and today I have to attend a formal dinner... and when I mentioned this to my friend, along with the dollop of advice about the gift to take to the party, my friend casually mentioned "oh also, be mature".... whatt????? I scrambled my friend's brain for the next 20 mins to figure out what she meant.... what do you mean mature? Do I appear immature? Do I talk like an immature person?? blah blah blah...and I think my friend changed her story (she even called me "interesting to talk to" in a valiant attempt to get rid of me and my incessant barage of questions)..... now I am all tense for this formal meeting... maybe the solution would be if I pretend to be a robot. Stand still, follow the hand movement so as to exhibit life, follow the directions given by the host (eat, drink, talk) and then quietly exit the party without giving too much indication of my personality....

In other news my sister and the kids have finally left Mumbai.... they must be in Dar Es Salaam by now.... I wonder how Baby George is reacting to his new surroundings... maybe he will scare off a few lions.... actually his elder brother might.... Gosh, mumbai without them - inconceivable!