The scrubs-isation of my life.

“Change begets change” said the janitor in the season finale of Season 8 of ‘Scrubs’. And as I peered into the screen, into his wrinkled and yet sparkly blue eyes (yes, I do kind of have a crush on the janitor, no thanks to a certain raunchy profs definition of a janitor. "Janitor, yes he is guy above all in an organisation. He is above all the lawyers and the partners. He knows all information even before the CEO does!!” said the prof with all earnesty!! And you wonder why we still don’t have jobs. We were taught all too well!!)

Anyway, the point I am pushing here, is that everything is changing, and not for the good. Read on…

So, they have packed their bags and they are out of here. Its so hard writing about it, because it makes me sick to my stomach, thinking vini n karu are not here with me right now glaring into the laptop and asking repeatedly, “what you writing?? chal neeche, pandeyji par…” They are in Mumbai, in fact, starting their professional careers. And I am still stuck in Delhi, as usual. Too much is changing here. Divya had a baby boy, and as soon as I learnt of that I just couldn’t help but imagine how different our worlds are now. I even hesitated calling her, because I didn’t know what, how to talk to her- a mother.

Same story all over again here. I have been hesitating sms-ing them, or mailing them leave alone calling them and asking how is it going, and that I miss them so much already. I don’t know if its worse, because I don’t have something- A JOB- to look forward to. Maybe that is why I yearn for the good old times.
And that’s not even the worst part. I think the tamarinds had to disband before we could reach epic heights! In Scrubs talk, I wish had more time with my Turk (s). Yep I get to be J.D., the main character.

And if all this change wasn’t enough, the season finale of ‘Scrubs’ was so damn emo-gutted that it would make even Vini cry. And I am an amateur cry-er. I hate sitcoms getting over more than I hate my friends leaving n moving on. Sitcoms and their kind are supposed to be long running, utopic places, where friends never lose touch and people like osama bin laden don’t exist.

Ironically, the soundtrack of Scrubs is totally appropriate for me tho…

Well, I know what I've been told,
You got to work to feed the soul
But I can't do this all on my own
No, I know, I'm no Superman
I'm no Superman

Aaarrgghh… I am too emotionally wasted to write this further… peace out!!

PS. Some scrubs lingo I have picked up and should be effectively whacked out of me:
1. I'll holla mah brotha!!
2. Angry, self destructive talk.
3. Calling everyone, boys, girls, dogs, SALLY/ JINA/BRITNEY/ LISA and other girl names!!!
4. Repeatedly answering with a MM-HMM, and jesus is watching you!!
and the list goes on n on n on... u get where i am going with this arent u margaret??