2007 seems to be a year for introspection.
And transition. I may have to fly solo once again, because the roommate turnover is turning out to be just too high.
Living alone is a strange experience. On one hand it gives you a lot of space. But sometimes I wonder — is there something like too much space?
In my first year in Mumbai I lived a lone, in a compact, stylish studio apartment. And I didn’t own a TV. I had a two-in-one, which broke down beyond repair about 2 months after I moved in. It was my first job, and back in the day when installments and credit cards were like UFOs. So, I could not afford a TV.
Yes, there is life without a telly.
I read a lot. Good books. Not pulp fiction. Or women’s magazines. But real books, which dissect life, situations and people, succinctly.
My place doubled up as an escape for friends who lived with family and needed a little space to think, breathe, be themselves.
Since then, I have been spoilt, and today I can’t do without TV. I like to kid myself, that I have an academic interest in most programming, be it Koffee with Karan, the Bold and the Beautiful, Project Runway etc.
Coming back to living alone, I wonder – will I lay awake in the dark of night half expecting a strange apparition to metamorphose out of nowhere? Yeah, I do have an imagination. Darn.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww, you need a HUG.
god damn woman.. how do u put up with the ABSOLUTELY CRAPPY ads on the Telly? I just added to the list of countries I can’t watch TV in (the UK being the other… utter rubbish on TV there).
Al…what an utterly random comment!!
u know me!!