1. Quitting job as Creative Director and biking to the lusciously cold mountainous region of Ladakh to shoot a documentary.
2. Travelling on litigation work to Chennai, and meeting up with long-lost friends in the process.
3. Getting their work published in a book of short stories, and holding a book reading.
4. Wanting to be adventurous and hire a stripper for a special birthday.
5. Meeting their Indian boyfriend for a week of loving in Rome.
6. Having a boy (madly in love with them and ready to forsake the world at the drop of a hat) over from Chennai, to get to know him better.
7. Buying truckloads of yummy clothes from UCB.
8. Getting married out of the blue. (This is just an occurance. NOT under the category of cool. Definitely.)
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Monday, July 14, 2008
I missed the most interesting parts!
Yeah, i'm a goof. I missed the most interesting bits.
Cut to Friday afternoon - after slogging butt off on the Autumn Winter campaign of an apparel brand, F and i went to Couch for a late cocktail lunch. Happy hours. Hee hee hee. Came back feeling drowsy as hell.
Cut to late Friday afternoon - riots break loose on my side of town, so i am not allowed to go back home by my parents. So what does the bunch from office decide to do? Go to A's place and chill out! So we go and A, as usual, cooks for us. And we watch movie - Paris je t'aime. Paris is beautfiul. I have added it to my list of must-see places before i die.
In the middle of all this, fucker decides to message. A Woody Allen quote on sex. But a good one: "Sex is like bridge - if you don't have a good partner, you better have a good hand." I had him know that i take getting physical very seriously, unlike a bunch of others i know who don't. A little later, in a sort of half-trance, i begin to dream of a life that has somebody i can share it with. Not a fly-by-night (yappaaaa!) kind of person, but someone who'll stay. And believe in the relationship. Anyway. F and A exchange Tamil songs while i flip through Esquire lending half an ear to their conversation. When our eyelids reached a point where they had to stay open supported by toothpicks, A dropped F and me to F's place. Yeah, i stayed over at F's place! A cosy little one bedroom house done up with a lot of love, it reminded me of my life over 8 years ago. Somehow, i wanted things to go back to that time.
Woke up real late on Saturday, lazed around and ate rice dumplings for breakfast that F made. And then headed back to office. The rest, you know.
Cut to Friday afternoon - after slogging butt off on the Autumn Winter campaign of an apparel brand, F and i went to Couch for a late cocktail lunch. Happy hours. Hee hee hee. Came back feeling drowsy as hell.
Cut to late Friday afternoon - riots break loose on my side of town, so i am not allowed to go back home by my parents. So what does the bunch from office decide to do? Go to A's place and chill out! So we go and A, as usual, cooks for us. And we watch movie - Paris je t'aime. Paris is beautfiul. I have added it to my list of must-see places before i die.
In the middle of all this, fucker decides to message. A Woody Allen quote on sex. But a good one: "Sex is like bridge - if you don't have a good partner, you better have a good hand." I had him know that i take getting physical very seriously, unlike a bunch of others i know who don't. A little later, in a sort of half-trance, i begin to dream of a life that has somebody i can share it with. Not a fly-by-night (yappaaaa!) kind of person, but someone who'll stay. And believe in the relationship. Anyway. F and A exchange Tamil songs while i flip through Esquire lending half an ear to their conversation. When our eyelids reached a point where they had to stay open supported by toothpicks, A dropped F and me to F's place. Yeah, i stayed over at F's place! A cosy little one bedroom house done up with a lot of love, it reminded me of my life over 8 years ago. Somehow, i wanted things to go back to that time.
Woke up real late on Saturday, lazed around and ate rice dumplings for breakfast that F made. And then headed back to office. The rest, you know.
Got meself a new look!
Umm, no. I still weigh the same (almost). It's the hairdo. After less than two months of colouring and cutting hair, i went and got it cut again. Apparently, women get a haircut when they're emotionally disturbed. I had no reason to be. Unless of course, living a half life in the past counts!
Weekend wasn't too bad - i went to office on Saturday (that's the bad part), did nothing (that's worse), met N and went out for the haircut. Getting bitten by the snip snip bug with someone is great fun. Then you have company while you get your hair cut in funky styles, and chat the whole process away.
Post that, went back home and read Sea of Poppies. I would have finished it, if not for the fact that there were about 20 pages missing from the book. Now i have to write to the publishers and ask them to send me a new copy. I can't even discard this copy because it's autographed by Amitav Ghosh. Sigh. I hate the processes and the time wasted in them all man.
Sunday dawned bright and sick. I didn't want to get out of bed at all. My body felt exhausted, drained, washed out completely. Dragged myself out and went for Hancock in the evening and felt much better. Went out for dinner to Saigon, had some yummy food and got back home.
And i just realised that my logs are getting boringer and boringer. So i'll just stop here.
Weekend wasn't too bad - i went to office on Saturday (that's the bad part), did nothing (that's worse), met N and went out for the haircut. Getting bitten by the snip snip bug with someone is great fun. Then you have company while you get your hair cut in funky styles, and chat the whole process away.
Post that, went back home and read Sea of Poppies. I would have finished it, if not for the fact that there were about 20 pages missing from the book. Now i have to write to the publishers and ask them to send me a new copy. I can't even discard this copy because it's autographed by Amitav Ghosh. Sigh. I hate the processes and the time wasted in them all man.
Sunday dawned bright and sick. I didn't want to get out of bed at all. My body felt exhausted, drained, washed out completely. Dragged myself out and went for Hancock in the evening and felt much better. Went out for dinner to Saigon, had some yummy food and got back home.
And i just realised that my logs are getting boringer and boringer. So i'll just stop here.
Monday, July 07, 2008
For my beloved K750i.
No, you are not dead. Battery or otherwise. It's just that i realised how much i need you.
You keep me in touch with the world, and help avoid people i don't want to have anything to do with. You are my eyes and my memory, capturing moments that would have been lost forever if it wasn't for your quick wit and sharp eye. Like that picture of me and him. Do you know, you're the first and only one to get a picture of the two of us together? So what if we don't look like the perfect couple, we're still in the same frame without anybody else being in it!
Yeah, yeah i know. I'm getting sentimental and all. And see, you have a way to cheer me up as well - songs at the tip of your button, games at the snap of a finger. Yeah, the radio too. One cannot help but feel helpless without you, K750i. And it's not just sitting here deserted in my brand new office that makes me say so. I really, truly mean it. From my heart.
I hope to God that i never have to forsake you. I can't live with the added burden of having to dump you like i did my reliable old Nokia 3310. He did serve me well, that one. It's also true that i put him through a lot of shit - slamming him against a wall when i was angry, hurling him across the bed when i was hurt or frustrated, just plain f***ing around with him so much that he couldn't handle the pain any more and quietly left this life for another, better one. No. I don't want to do those things to you. You're my best buddy (among the inanimate varieties). Besides, my life has changed quite a bit.
I no longer feel those pangs of frustration. Hurt, yes. No frustration, no tears, no anger. You revived me.
You keep me in touch with the world, and help avoid people i don't want to have anything to do with. You are my eyes and my memory, capturing moments that would have been lost forever if it wasn't for your quick wit and sharp eye. Like that picture of me and him. Do you know, you're the first and only one to get a picture of the two of us together? So what if we don't look like the perfect couple, we're still in the same frame without anybody else being in it!
Yeah, yeah i know. I'm getting sentimental and all. And see, you have a way to cheer me up as well - songs at the tip of your button, games at the snap of a finger. Yeah, the radio too. One cannot help but feel helpless without you, K750i. And it's not just sitting here deserted in my brand new office that makes me say so. I really, truly mean it. From my heart.
I hope to God that i never have to forsake you. I can't live with the added burden of having to dump you like i did my reliable old Nokia 3310. He did serve me well, that one. It's also true that i put him through a lot of shit - slamming him against a wall when i was angry, hurling him across the bed when i was hurt or frustrated, just plain f***ing around with him so much that he couldn't handle the pain any more and quietly left this life for another, better one. No. I don't want to do those things to you. You're my best buddy (among the inanimate varieties). Besides, my life has changed quite a bit.
I no longer feel those pangs of frustration. Hurt, yes. No frustration, no tears, no anger. You revived me.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
What i've been up to.
Work's been keeping me so busy, i don't even have the time to wake up and get to office! And what with battling out some ten thousand other things as well as my own 'internalised' problems... yep, it's still the same old story. The days may have passed, but life hasn't. I'm still the same. Sort of.
1. I started work at my new workplace on Friday the Thirteenth. Instead of me bringing bad luck to them, turned out i was the recipient - had to stay till late in the evening for no reason whatsoever. Weekend followed, and i made the most of it chilling out because i knew i was going to be rammed, starting Monday.
2. True to prediction, i did get rammed. I suddenly found myself in charge of three fledgeling writers and one senior writer. Life's been a roller coaster ride ever since, with me doing late nights every other day. Ugh, but i'm loving it.
3. Went for a one-woman mehendi session. The one woman was me, because the mehendiwali had left and i was the only one without henna on my hands. So i carried home a cone and put it myself. The prettiest i have drawn so far, if i say so myself. PK of course had to show off her beginner's skills as well, so she used my leg as canvas. She drew a chain of uh... i don't know, a chain, that resembled the snakes on Medusa's head (you know they did Peekay! Hee hee!), a sun with the rays pretty much confused and darting here and there, a moon and a star. And yes, a flower. It's been three weeks now and i haven't been able to wear anything that will expose my ankles (and the leg above it) to the world. Oh wait, did i forget to mention that to all those designs, she added one very girlie word - 'Bubbles'?
4. The wedding followed two days later at Someshwara Temple. Simple and sweet. What followed it was the mind-blower - breakfast at The Leela Palace. Yummm. There were five different kinds of cheese - herb, blue, cheddar, swiss and one more, the name of which i can't remember so i guess it means the flavour is pretty forgettable - croissants, muffins, juices of all kinds, appams, idlis, dosas, upma, cornflakes with three different varieties of milk, fruit yogurts, fruits, pancakes... oh my, i was dazzled by the array of food. Needless to say, i had everything i could lay my hands, nay stomach, on. In the middle of all this chaos, i managed to click pictures as well. Tons and tons of them. Just haven't uploaded any yet.
5. I did lunch at 3 Storeys and Indijoe's, dinner at The Rice Bowl, kudiks at TGIF which was followed by the most exotically mindblowing meal at A's Oh-my-god place. We went back to his place a second time as well, and had another finger-licking meal of roast chicken with tomato and mushroom sauce. Preceded by a home-made Bloody Mary and followed by some clips of Godfather and Little Big Man. Legends of Rock came soon enough, and Chandni Chowk and G's place where there was a small get-together, with kiddies running around the rooms and hurting themselves.
6. Sea of Poppies - a book reading of Amitav Ghosh's latest and first in a trilogy. By Amitav Ghosh himself. Man, does he make an impression. I wouldn't call him sophisticated, i would call him refined but very approachable. For instance, i went up to him to get my copy of the book signed and he asked, "Should i sign this to you?" I mean, how many authors have you heard of who actually care enough to ask you if they should write 'To someone' or 'For someone'? Most i know would only scribble their name in a jaded fashion and do away with you.
I of course, replied in the affirmative, and he asked my name. I told him and he went, "What a beautiful name." Swoooooooooon. Sadly, the rest of me wasn't looking all that beautiful that evening, considering i rushed from work to the hotel where it was happening, like a madwoman escapes from the asylum and finds herself at odds with the outside world. Additionally, i also felt very ashamed for not having read any of his books till then, and fervently promised to myself that i would read more of his books.
7. A man is attracted to my writing and falls in love with my face, but only briefly. Turns out the face he fell in love with actually belonged to my very good friend. Thus proving, once again, that i am thoroughly jinxed when it comes to men. Hmm. Maybe it's time to shift, uh, orientation.
1. I started work at my new workplace on Friday the Thirteenth. Instead of me bringing bad luck to them, turned out i was the recipient - had to stay till late in the evening for no reason whatsoever. Weekend followed, and i made the most of it chilling out because i knew i was going to be rammed, starting Monday.
2. True to prediction, i did get rammed. I suddenly found myself in charge of three fledgeling writers and one senior writer. Life's been a roller coaster ride ever since, with me doing late nights every other day. Ugh, but i'm loving it.
3. Went for a one-woman mehendi session. The one woman was me, because the mehendiwali had left and i was the only one without henna on my hands. So i carried home a cone and put it myself. The prettiest i have drawn so far, if i say so myself. PK of course had to show off her beginner's skills as well, so she used my leg as canvas. She drew a chain of uh... i don't know, a chain, that resembled the snakes on Medusa's head (you know they did Peekay! Hee hee!), a sun with the rays pretty much confused and darting here and there, a moon and a star. And yes, a flower. It's been three weeks now and i haven't been able to wear anything that will expose my ankles (and the leg above it) to the world. Oh wait, did i forget to mention that to all those designs, she added one very girlie word - 'Bubbles'?
4. The wedding followed two days later at Someshwara Temple. Simple and sweet. What followed it was the mind-blower - breakfast at The Leela Palace. Yummm. There were five different kinds of cheese - herb, blue, cheddar, swiss and one more, the name of which i can't remember so i guess it means the flavour is pretty forgettable - croissants, muffins, juices of all kinds, appams, idlis, dosas, upma, cornflakes with three different varieties of milk, fruit yogurts, fruits, pancakes... oh my, i was dazzled by the array of food. Needless to say, i had everything i could lay my hands, nay stomach, on. In the middle of all this chaos, i managed to click pictures as well. Tons and tons of them. Just haven't uploaded any yet.
5. I did lunch at 3 Storeys and Indijoe's, dinner at The Rice Bowl, kudiks at TGIF which was followed by the most exotically mindblowing meal at A's Oh-my-god place. We went back to his place a second time as well, and had another finger-licking meal of roast chicken with tomato and mushroom sauce. Preceded by a home-made Bloody Mary and followed by some clips of Godfather and Little Big Man. Legends of Rock came soon enough, and Chandni Chowk and G's place where there was a small get-together, with kiddies running around the rooms and hurting themselves.
6. Sea of Poppies - a book reading of Amitav Ghosh's latest and first in a trilogy. By Amitav Ghosh himself. Man, does he make an impression. I wouldn't call him sophisticated, i would call him refined but very approachable. For instance, i went up to him to get my copy of the book signed and he asked, "Should i sign this to you?" I mean, how many authors have you heard of who actually care enough to ask you if they should write 'To someone' or 'For someone'? Most i know would only scribble their name in a jaded fashion and do away with you.
I of course, replied in the affirmative, and he asked my name. I told him and he went, "What a beautiful name." Swoooooooooon. Sadly, the rest of me wasn't looking all that beautiful that evening, considering i rushed from work to the hotel where it was happening, like a madwoman escapes from the asylum and finds herself at odds with the outside world. Additionally, i also felt very ashamed for not having read any of his books till then, and fervently promised to myself that i would read more of his books.
7. A man is attracted to my writing and falls in love with my face, but only briefly. Turns out the face he fell in love with actually belonged to my very good friend. Thus proving, once again, that i am thoroughly jinxed when it comes to men. Hmm. Maybe it's time to shift, uh, orientation.
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