Things are going well on the professional front and the personal front. What’s not so good on the professional-personal front. But more on this concept and its abysmal state, tomorrow. Am POOPED NOW!
Archive for June, 2007
Monday June 25, 2007
2007
06.25
06.25
Saturday evening saw me stepping out, with a friend. It was a bright, sunny evening, and we took a cab to town to watch a play at the NCPA. The cab ride was nice, and we got time to chat and catch up on life’s complexities. But as we neared Marine Drive, dark clouds encircled (like vultures) up above.
My friend who has traumatic memories of 26/7, got rather paranoid. I don’t blame her. I missed all the action due to a bout of illness.
There were no tickets available, so post trudging all the way to town, we super-trudged back to Bandra, through vicious bouts of rain, thunder and lightning.
Our cab driver initially cribbed about taking us, as we were drenched from head-to-toe, from a mere dash from the NCPA gate to the Experimental Theatre and back. We offered him extra money.
He was but a boy and was terrified of his cab being ruined. But money talks and bullshit walks, so there.
Big, fat SUVs and the mercs and BMWs of the world sped fast at lighting speed, with not a qualm about splashing yucky water at mere taxis and pedestrians. Mid-way at Peddar Road, our contraption of a cab broke down, as water had entered the engine. We prayed that it would start again, as the water levels were rising. Finally it moved.
Our cab driver’s upset was at an all-time high. But this did not get in the way of his fascination with an entourage of dignatories passing opposite us. We got to Bandra, and then had a piping hot dinner at China Gate, whilst still drenched. Edible food is some consolation for an uneventful evening. I got home in one peice. But many others didn’t.
Sunday June 17, 2007
2007
06.17
06.17
A single friend and I attempted to dissect the whole deal with this never-ending reign of singledom. You have undefinable relationships because you never feel anything more than a passing attraction for not just one but say, every 10th person (every 3rd if you have a roving eye) you meet. The plot never thickens because every one of these people, though interesting and sometimes, even enticing, just don’t seem to make you want to go that extra mile, the crazy stuff that true love is made of. No one seems good enough. And vice versa, possibly.
Cynics would have lost all hope by now. And I know some who have. Luckily, I’m no cynic.
Monday June 4, 2007
2007
06.04
06.04
Today Altaf requested me to use my influence in the media to get him a free ticket to the IIFA awards in Sheffield. Apparently the Indian media is causing a ruckus there already, and the glam set is making their presence felt.
I meet only CEOs and VPs, these days I informed him. No filmy types.
His response to this news was rather amusing; he now has grand ambitions for my love life.
“Wow…I hope you meet your millionaire mate through your new job,” he retorted!
What an absolute hatter (and no doubt one with the best intentions for moi)!
On a different note, my room no longer has a red wall. The new shade is harvest green (the colour of money, observed Priyanka, who originally got the wall painted red). Touche!
Hope this coupled with the money plant at the window sill works wonders for me!
written with alot of passion