Sunday Hangover

My body is a new discovery, post-netball match (we won!whipped their asses and I didn't even injure myself)-hurting all over as if I've banged into a truck. Hurts to sit.At least stamina wasn't a problem, thank God. But as if to celebrate I spent the weekend ladling myself with ciggies in different places from the soccer field to Mao's bathroom. Spent the entire Sunday in Mao's lounge, sleeping and lazing in front of the TV. Now I have a Sunday hangover. Uploaded flute tracks on mp3 and called brother last night thrice to hear Bryan Adams singing the underwear song over the phone and the B called once as well to make me listen along. Was great, I could hear the audience clapping in chorus, could just picture it. Good to feel the vibe.

Railway derailed. Tariq bhai and Khaula were on it but are thankfully both alive and comparatively alright though apparently seriously injured. No real reports yet but tentative investigation says tampering because screws were loosened, there were wrenches near the carriageway and whole pieces of the track were sytematically missing. Munch and I were discussing it over brunch break today and hate to point fingers but given BLF's expertise and level of precedent of doing the railway thing in Balochistan and their recent (uncharacteristic as it may seem) claim to attack in Khi, it may actually be another cog in their new strategy of exporting the tactics across the nation instead of confining them to Balochistan.

Am uncomfortable with gossip, not with listening to it but definitely with passing it on. I just realized that over the weekend, that I feel so antsy after some talking sessions because of this. Feel guilty (regardless of the nature of the information passed on, neutral/positive/negative) as if I've actively helped someone misjudge a person. Would hate it if anyone did that to me.I'm trying to figure out how to break out of the loop without bringing it in the realm of interpersonal trust. For all our collective scorn of sororities like the Unicorn club and the whole tongue in cheeks nature of the Mean Girls clique, there seem to be as many rites of initiation to a group of friends at this stage. More subtle and intricate but still a parameter of judgement.