Living out of a suitcase ….

It was only when I spent a night at a lush 5-star sharing room space with my kid sister who is an air hostess while she was on a “lay over” in Pune, as the jargon in the airline industry goes, that it hit me…..at any given point in time almost 65.43%( this figure has been arrived at by making use of complex arithmetic which the world has yet to acknowledge as Mj’s law of averages..hehhehe) of the worlds population is living out of a suitcase, fancy that!?
I mean I saw before me the veritable advantages of doing so , I mean you do not have to pay for things like a toothbrush ( I got one last week from pal IM's store and the beast cost me a whole 42 rupess, I mean something I am forced to push into my mouth twice a day costs a tiny bomb, I say!) and also hair oil and stuff, all company paid expenses , aah such is the life of these lucky individuals who zip across the length and breadth of the planet and breakfast at Mumbai and lunch at Timbuktu!
My cousin was pleased as punch to see me after light years (which in this case is about 8 months – golly that’s long ..) , considering that she has been zipping in and out of Pune many a times in the past few months but thanks to my crazy schedule I was never able to go meet the kid! It would be unfair , if at this juncture I did not confess that one fine day long back , I did promise the poor kid that I would pop into her hotel room to say a cheery hello and after work I mindlessly zoomed back home on me bike , only to realize when I was inside my home that gosh! Oh migod ! I had promised to meet her, oh god forgive me for I have sinned! And hence yesterday when she called I put aside my plans to meet a suitor(ahem ..yes yes raised eyebrows keep redaing the blog for more.updates ) for coffee with “ coffee” ( I quite like referring to myself as “coffee” quite narcissist but well …then again …) and decided that it was my moral duty to go see the kid and when she insisted that I stay over ,I sacrified going back home to me warm bed and we gossiped away into the night as two women who meet after 8 months would do and now here I am back home going clicckity clack on me keyboard and back to my humdrum existence while she zips off to some exotic locale where hair oil and toothbrushes are paid for while I toil hard on a Sunday to earn peanuts to ensure that when the ghastly beastly 42 rupee toothbrush gets frayed I have just enough cash stashed away to buy poor "coffee" another one , sigh!