We are going to be busy for a while...

...with THIS.


I know. It looks like a regular, run-of-the-mill gender biased, women minioritised  sort of a story. Or maybe like a Devil Wears Prada. But for some reason, I am expecting better. Anyhow, I've just paid 350 /- for this, it doesn't matter what direction this book flows in.

I had a lot many choices this time. There was a perfectly, absolutely, gripping, dark, thriller-suspense book that I came across, but I passed. And, another story of a family struggling through the Civil War. "Not right now," said my steaming cup of coffee. We need something light hearted, stereotypical and bordering senseless. Not that I am judging...this book by its cover. I am, actually.

Bah, in two days I shall be devouring this, with baked Lays. Cos I'm cool like that (also fat).

Lesseee....lessseeee  

Please, not now

There's a lot happening around me, but there's always an impatience. I feel like the weather of Delhi-moody, unpredictable, happy and grey.

Work is good, and responsibilities are double..... triple. Sometimes I feel like a winner- I'm "smack in the centre" of the journalism hub of India, I've managed to survive it all for more than a year, and I've done well. At other times, I feel I should call all of it quits and start doing something really creative. Like write a book or start shooting spoof movies (lucrative career option #332837). Or I should just completely switch my field. Should I go back to advertising, and give copy for products that mean nothing to me, nor the client, nor the audience? Should I become a theatre artist? How about I join a fashion photographer and become his assistant. Or. Not.

Today, is a good day. Its a....a day which isn't an everyday. That's one. I've been reading some seriously awesome articles which make me go "whoaaa" after EVERY DAMN READ. Which is again, awesome and awful. When exactly will I reach that stage when I will be able to write my own opinion column, and talk about issues that need to be talked about.

I'm hungry. I'm always hungry. Sometimes when I'm in my meditation class, I imagine eating food to calm my mind. I feel I'm in Big Chill and I'm dressing the pasta with Oregano and chilli flakes, and I'm readying myself to dig in. That. So relaxing. Best therapy.

More laterish.