It's been awhile

I've been avoiding the computer chair (which is in fact not a computer chair at all) because it gives me backache. Age and grey hair - the troubles they bring along. And because I've been avoiding the computer chair, the computer has been getting the royal ignore too. But today I decided to catch up with people I've been out of touch with. This included a Cousin Dadi (who I spoke to), an aunt (whose phone was busy) and Mr. Computer (who has kindly forgiven me without a word of reproach).

I've written a lot today. I've also finally submitted my latest article (this one on the Russell Peters show in Kolkata last week) at work. Here's the link: Laughing out loud with Russell Peters. This caused me a lot of insecurity while I wrote it. I constantly worried that I wasn't doing a good job, but despite all the worrying, it's turned out well enough at the end.

I've been telling everyone that I'm reading a bad book by Hemmingway (the same dude who wrote The Old Man and the Sea, A Farewell to Arms, and For Whom the Bell Tolls). This one is called Fiesta, and I have only about 20-odd pages left, and I would like to say that it has finally turned interesting. As in, this is no thriller. That sense of chill anticipation is absent, but the last few pages have been an improvement over the first 150-odd pages. I guess, even Mr. Hemmingway had to start somewhere. Nobody's perfect.

Except my father, by his own admission.

De-stress Now. Ask Me How.

I'm looking like Jon Bon Jovi today. The pretty version. It's the hair I tell you.

From stressed to destressed... That's the wonder of bookstores and credit cards. A thousand rupees of pure joy + another 80 bucks for Blended Mint Mocha (+ tax + tip) and another 44 bucks on commuting via cab (What's the point of spending 1000+ bucks if you scrimp on commutes. Scrimp days should be separate from splurge days).

In case you didn't notice, today was a splurge day.

And it made me happy.

Book-buying is my best mood uplifter. It has always been. Beats the occasional Dairy Milks also. Whenever chocolate isn't working on my stress points, send me off to buy books. It could get a little expensive, but given that I limit myself to a 1000-odd rupees at a go, and stay away from bookstores for the rest of the month, bankruptcy is a little distance away, even in the face of a global financial crisis which threatens ICICI bank (shudders).

I bought 3 books today.

• A volume called 'The World's Greatest Short Stories' priced very reasonably considering the thickness.
• 'The Wednesday Letters'. Priced at 375/-, it was a little extravagant by my 3-digit-prices-starting-with-2 standards, but the epilogue is actually a letter (a Wednesday letter) placed in a sealed envelope on the inside of the back cover of the book. How could I ever resist.
• My favourite. A book of poems by Ogden Nash. 'Candy is Dandy'. That's the name. And it's given me my latest blog idea. Dunno how long this one will last, but for what it's worth, I'll add a Quote of the Day with every post and try to post daily like I once used to.

Today's Quote of the Day (is actually an entire poem of 2 lines):
I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance
Were it not for making a living, which is rather a nousiance.
-- Ogden Nash, 'Introspective Reflection'

And Happening of the Day:
I am now a fan of Mountain Dew. Having officially disliked white/colourless fizzy drinks on the whole till today (which happens to be Amitabh Bachchan's and my first cousin's birthday), I have finally tasted the champ of all white/colourless fizzy drinks. And my newest motto comes from there: Darr ke aage jeet hai. :D

And Moral of Today's Post
Books make this babe happy. Very very.

2 posts to 200th post

So Best Friend met Boyfriend, and everyone seems to have hit it off well. I re-met a dude who's a true-blue storyteller at heart. I be happy.

Everybody does seem to be getting married this year. I got another announcement from another friend. It's all kinda freaky now... the marriage card -- so many at the same time.

Am almost reaching my 200th post and this milestone has come superfast. I'm happy. Writing almost-daily has its plusses. Unlike in the case of Post No. 100, I've put no chaap on myself to write a kickass post. But I have the fight in me to get to Post No. 300 even quicker. Watch this space dearies.

Day 56

Long day. Not a terrible day for the most part (I think that's wrong English), but not-so-good by the time it came to a close. Was supposed to catch a movie with Madz. It didn't happen. I got stuck at work :'( Sometimes I feel so old and gloomy, that it isn't funny anymore.

It barely rained also today, except in the morning, while I was walking from auto stand to office building. And I had to manoeuvre the umbrella so that I didn't poke anybody in the eye, or bonk somebody on the head. It happens. At the same time, I had to keep ducking to avoid being assaulted by a random umbrella. It's hard being tallish on Kolkata streets on rainy days. Coz all the umbrellas seem to be heading straight for your contact-lense-adorned eyes.

Work was hectic, in a good way. I carried a jacket today to avoid freezing over (my nails have been turning blue with alarming regularity of late) and I succeeded in avoiding the blue nails.

The guy with the big bag brought kaathaal (jackfruit for non-Bongs) from his tree (yes, he has a kaathal tree, a mango tree, and a few other random fruit trees). We had kaathal, and then the whole office was smelling of kaathal. Not a terribly welcoming fragrance if you aren't a fan of the fruit.

I think I'll have shingara for breakfast tomorrow. Am getting bored of the porridge everyday routine.

Me tired now. Enough for today. More tomorrow night.

Just misunderstood Ad Libber's tag. So deleted the misunderstood version, and don't have the enthu to redo it just now. So that's postponed to later.

Day 33

The thunder and lightning kept me away from the computer last night. But what I want to know is how Prasun Mukherjee got himself entangled in the plastic sheets. I wasn't watching the match yesterday, so I would really like to know how on earth he got there.

I'm really not in the mood to type today. Though my story finally got approved. It will probably get uploaded tomorrow. Will put up link then.

Am wondering what to read next. Any suggestions would be appreciated. Though I am kinda veering towards the pulp writers of the world. Light, quick, and more-or-less brainless reads are what I'm looking for. But don't suggest Chetan Bhagat please. Have a mental block against his books for some unknown, inexplicable reason.

Day 24

24 -- my age by this date next month. Remember to wish me. Gifts, cards and treats will be highly appreciated.

Incidentally, May 7 is also the day three years ago when I got together with Boyfriend No. 3 -- but that did not last long. It's weird to think 3 years have passed since then. He's happily married and living down under with his Aussie citizen wifey now, and his Gtalk status message says: "Oh you poor lonely souls" :P

I promised myself I would not ramble on for too long today. But this looks like the start of another long post. Except that I have very little to say today.

I fell asleep again last night with my nose in the Grisham book -- and it isn't even a boring one. It's super-quick reading, and interesting, and it has all these cool legal eagles and conniving-conspiring politicos. So I can't quite figure out why I keep dropping off with my nose in the book and the light on. Ma suggested that I sit up straight if I want to finish the book. I think I'll do that today. Have to return it by Friday as it is. Oops, I think tomorrow is D-day... Otherwise 30 rupees more. No way Jose. I reach the last page of 'The Appeal' today!! Watch this space.

And... I did this test:

What Famous Leader Are You?
personality tests by similarminds.com

Am happy :D

Day 19

Two days away from Day 21, by which time daily-blogging will become a habit - like brushing teeth (though I've been doing that for over 21 years, so it's not quite fair to compare brushing with blogging; even though both start with "B")

Today has been a little-less-boring day. I went shopping for Ma's gift (Read: walked into a store and walked out with two gifts -- one for her; one for me). I re-joined the library I used to go to as a kid. Now I can once again return to reading pulp fiction. At Rs. 30 per book per week, it's quite a good deal. Plus, I generally read fast. And when I know that slow-reading will be costlier, I read faster. Money always talks :D Have brought home John Grisham's The Appeal, which my Boss has been praising for a while now. Btw... have written a post on Eden on the office website. Please go read it and comment. :P

Now to get on with the account of today:

To begin with, I woke up quite late which made me crabbity early in the morning. I don't like having to rush. But slow and steady, even if it wins you the race eventually, doesn't ensure that you reach office on time. However, I managed to find a speedier auto and emptier roads than usual and reached office only 15 minutes late. And since I'm usually the first one in, it hardly matters how late I am anyway.

But the exciting bit happened this afternoon. A little background here: My paternal grandfather was a Bengali from Bihar. As a result, I have inherited some khotta tendencies (no offence meant to anybody), like putting both legs up on any chair I find. This includes dining table chairs and computer chairs, even if it's a struggle to have my legs fit there.

Anyway, so I was happily strumming on the keyboard with my feet up on the green chair that creaks like the door of a haunted house. I happened to look down to see if my shoes were still there (I am paranoid about my things getting robbed from right under my nose), when I see this grey bit of paper that looks like a lizard. Look a little closer, ask colleague to take a look, and the verdict: it's not a bit of paper disguised as a lizard; it's a lizard.

A prod at the lizard from colleague, and lizard moves. I squeal and rush off in a bid to maintain safe distance. Whole office gets together to chase lizard out away from my CPU. Boss wonders in amusement: Why does the whole office have to be involved in chasing a silly lizard?

But ah! Seated on the other side of the room, how would he know that this is no regular lizard. This is a tree lizard that lifts its head like a snake and hops-skips-and-jumps rather than walk like our civilized house lizards. It is better-looking though, this lizard that temporarily ousted me from my desk and motivated me to keep my feet up on the safety of the chair for the remainder of the afternoon.

Of course, the colleague that looks like and eats like Jughead Jones (minus the hat) managed to collect Lizzy dear on a newspaper and deposit him outside, but the colleague who brings biscuits every morning said that Lizzy was deposited in such a place that made it easier for him to return to the warmth of my CPU. This means more squeals and office disruptions are likely in the near future.

Later this evening though a scorpion emerged from the pot in the bathroom. I had seen him a few days ago and flushed him down. But this water-lover survived the waterfall and came back up today. But by doing this, he also sounded his death knell, for he was crushed into two and flushed down again.

A lizard, a scorpion, and a mad man the other day -- is the universe trying to tell me something??

Weary Me

Wanted to finish off the long-pending tag with this post, but too tired to go reminiscing about years gone by. Plus, I read too much over the weekend (didn't step outta the house due to overpowering weariness), and now I'm stuck with an eye infection-irritation. Sigh. This office life is going to take some getting used to. And there is talk of there being a 6-day week now. Sob! Haven't chatted in ages though I'm blinking on Gtalk everyday. Bought harem pants which look odd when I wear them.

But apart from all these downers, life ain't half bad. Have saved money this month. Read lots. And the breeze coming through my window is loverly!

One More

17th Feb:
Woke up at ten after ages. Did a lot of ultra-uninteresting things. Started with "The Old Man and the Sea". Will finish it today. Watched a lovely movie: "A Good Year". Please watch.

18th Feb:
Dull. Dull. Dull. Played Scrabble with the comp. Read the paper. Breakfast, lunch, bath. Chatted online with Rishi, Moolah, Madhurima, Boyfriend. Did a "When will you die" test. My dying date is August 11, 2069. I am hoping to extend it by two days, so that I can go for the boyfriend's 86th birthday. I will be a sprightly 85-year-old then. I think I'll die of stuffing myself with too much chocolate cake. A good way to kick the bucket I feel.

Getting Up2Date

I'd resolved to post daily, but the Delhi trip made it all go awry. Here is a compensation post to comfort my somewhat-guilty conscience.

5th Feb
Went to Shutapa's place. Shopped wholesale for sweaters at Sarojini Nagar. Bought many packets of 50-rupee sweaters and sweatshirts, on Ma's orders.

6th Feb
Job interview at the book fair. Went off well. Bought 3 books. Plus, very cute Spanish guy manning a counter spoke to me. (He just offered to help me pick out some books... but keep that hush-hush.)

7th Feb
Another interview. Not as bad as I thought it'd be. And long ride back to Gurgaon from Kalkaji. Watched "American Gangster" -- good movie, but you have to pay attention thoughout.

8th Feb
Night-out plans: Elevate in Noida.
Needed a shampoo, but first the geyser refused to switch on, and then the water ran out and refused to run back in. Result: unshampooed hair. Wore my hot new 99-rupee top and a sweater to bust the chill factor. But it was too cold throughout to remove the sweater :( What a waste. Winter ain't a good time to go partying. Plus, the DJ only (ONLY) played trance and the rum-and-coke did not provide the much-needed kick.

9th Feb
Woke up late. Rushed to get to movie. "Mithya" -- Different. Worth a watch. Like a play on celluloid. Overpriced Yo!China lunch. A combo for two that came with only a single glass of pepsi. Grocery shopping with 2 bachelors trying to cook. Lotsa fun :D Mexican food for dinner to the background music of Vengaboyz and Aqua.

10th Feb
Travel day again. The sun is out in Delhi. India is winning the match, though the Australians ensure that Dhoni and the other guy (I forget who) take their time. I like travelling, even if my legs get entangled while trying to climb up to the upper berth on the train. Some people are just not meant to live lives of great physical activity. Travelling via Rajdhani is great. They give a lot of food throughout the journey. I have noisy, but non-interfering co-passengers. Good. I can read my book in peace (Coetzee's "Slow Man"; borrowed from the boyfriend).

11th Feb
Wake up at 7:20 in panic. The people on the lower berth seem to have finished breakfast. But no.. it's just tea. Breakfast time is at 8. Unfortunately, we are stuck at Asansol for nearly 3 hours because the overhead wires have torn a few stations away. Sigh. The result is that the train (and hence, we the passengers) is late by 6 hours. A good thing too. I manage to finish the book :D

12th Feb
No work lined up for today. Meeting Shutapa in half an hour. She returns to Delhi tomorrow. I want to buy a nice pair of jeans that do not need belts to hold 'em up.

A few hours later:
Did not get jeans. Bought tees instead. Ate mutton roll. Miss chicken.

Read

an entire book this afternoon. More on the book later. Have temporarily hijacked boyfriend's computer. Over and out.

P.S.: Saw a superhero today. More on that in a later post. :P

Books I Hate. Books I Love.

Finally finished reading "A House for Mr. Biswas"; all 623 pages of it. Few novels have tortured me as much as this one. Don't get me wrong. I whooshed through the first 400 pages of it. But going ahead after that seemed so pointless. The same people entering, leaving, entering, leaving again and again and again. Mr. Biswas going from non-house to non-house to non-house to yet another non-house and finally finding a house he can call his own, but dying soon after. Such is life. Pointless. Personally, I don't think life is pointless, but the latter part of the book seemed a lot like that. Maybe I'm just stupid and don't get critically acclaimed books. I like a good story that makes me smile, laugh, cry, and this voluminous work by Nobel-prize-winning Naipaul makes me do nothing of the sort... or to be fair, not enough of the sort considering its size.

However, I recently read a wonderful book which I couldn't finish fast enough, and once I completed it, all I wanted to do was go back to the beginning and start all over again. Every page was a joy. Every character was real despite the eccentricities, the foibles, the drama, and the non-drama, or maybe because of it all. The novel was "Chowringhee" by Shankar, translated from the Bengali version by Arunava Sinha. The novel follows the life of a male hotel receptionist from the day he enters the gates of the Shahjahan Hotel on Chowringhee till the night that the hotel management finds no more use for him.

It is the story of the hotel and the people who are affected by it. Careers are begun; business deals made and unmade; hearts join only to be broken; conspiracies, lies, jealousies emerge from behind the color-co-ordinated curtains and take their place beside friendship, family, love, and respect. Tragedies are but a part of life within the Shahjahan, but people go on believing and hoping. Moments of doubt burst on to the stage periodically, but disappear with the last strains of the cabaret.

Set in the Calcutta of the 1950s, the people, the incidents, the ideas could make themselves at home in the Kolkata of the 2000s. People come and people go but the Shahjahan lives on to welcome future generations of hotel goers who come as guests or visitors but leave behind invisible imprints that can never be washed away by the laundry department. And even after you've turned the last page, you find yourself wishing there were a few pages more. You too have long ceased being a visitor and have become part of the Shahjahan.

Why I Read My Daily Horoscope and Other Miscellany

"A lot of changes are coming to your life very soon, so this is a day to take another long look at what you've got going on now -- and appreciate it! Living in the moment is a difficult thing to do in this age of fast-moving information and future plans. But you'd be cheating yourself big time if you didn't at least take an hour out of your day to reflect on your life and thank yourself for making the choices and efforts it took to get you where you are."

That was my horoscope for the day courtesy Yahoo Astrology. Given the way in which my life has been progressing, the horoscope seems bang on target. It is because of days like this that I read my horoscope for at least 90% of the days of the year. They match sometimes, and then I'm hooked for a week. Then they stop matching. But I still read on, looking for some coincidence, some sign that the stars do foretell the future, or at least the present.

Went for Diwali dinner with the folks at office last night, and we got fortune cookies at the end of the meal. My fortune said: "Expect the best, and life takes on new meaning." Motivating, n'est-ce pas?

My official email address got deleted yesterday. I don't miss it. But I did feel a little sad when the Boss told me that he had just deleted it. I guess it is time to get a new email address. Was a little less mad at the Boss yesterday. I guess all Bosses periodically become painful. Anyway, I ate with chopsticks last night. Picked up the art at the restaurant (All Stir Fry at Gordon House, Colaba, Mumbai). Maybe I was a Chinawoman in my last life. In my next life I have decided to be a dog (not bitch) at my university. The life after that I will be an astronaut. And after that I will be a true blue superhot dumb blonde who wins the Miss USA title. I'd made plans for a few subsequent afterlifes (afterlives?), but I don't remember them now. Maybe later.

Read The Reluctant Fundamentalist till three a.m. this morning. Fumbled with the open ending. I prefer it when the author spells out the ending a little more clearly actually. Does the speaker get killed? Is the guy he's been chatting with all evening going to kill him? What's the case with the waiter? I think a bit of a re-read of the last few pages is necessary. I feel a little stupid as of now. Interpretations regarding the ending are welcome.

On Reading "Marley and Me"

Imagine a loopy, ultra-energetic, adorably stupid dog with an unsatiable appetite for everything starting from dog food to hamburgers to dog leashes to gold chains to chicken poop. Sell him to a couple who want a little practice raising a baby dog before they start raising baby humans. Add the baby humans in the span of a few years. Garnish with stories of auditions and thunder-storm-phobias and stealing food and defecating in the sea and running away with tables and voila! You have the story of Marley and Me.

This memoir-novel by John Grogan relates the author's experiences with what is arguably the world's worst canine. Funny and heartfelt, this is a must-read for anyone who has ever loved an animal. And for people who are yet to meet the right pet, the novel yields the one secret that anyone who has ever owned a pet already knows: "There are no perfect pets; only terrific ones."

Read the book if you want to turn the last page feeling warm, fuzzy, and a little misty-eyed.

Rain on a Lazy Sunday

It has been a lazy, rainy Sunday. It started raining last night and continued through the morning, afternoon, evening, and it looks like the raindrops will be falling all night.

I love it.

There is nothing like not having to go out on a rainy Kolkata day. Just veg out at home and think and read and have highly mustard-oily jhaal muri and a handful of microwave popcorn and act the clown and sing stupid songs opera-style and play cards after ages.

This is the life.

If only tomorrow wasn't Monday, life would really be perfect. :P
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Am loving Pamuk's The White Castle. He shoots out all these deep philosophical thoughts seemingly without batting an eyelid. Its an easy read that is based in historic times, in an exotic locale, and is full of sultans and pashas and people who look alike enough to be twins. (That's actually a pretty bad way to sum it up. I'll try doing a better job when I finish reading it. Am already more than half-way through. Should manage by tomorrow.)

P.S.: Couldn't go clothes shopping today. Too much rain. And too few Sundays are as lazy as this one to get wasted doing anything other than lazy-fying. I wish I could wrangle a few more hours to today.

Saturday Miscellany

Most exciting thing today? Stopped a dog fight at home. A common feature of life with three female dogs -- the rise of bitchiness!
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Started reading Orhan Pamuk's The White Castle. It's short, quick reading, child-like, dreamy, and amusing-without-trying-at-all-hard. Very Charles Lamb-ish actually. Someday I will go to Istanbul and meet Pamuk. Someday. (I really need to get my passport done ASAP!)
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Made a lot of progress with the chapter I've been trying to complete. Will definitely be done by tomorrow. 2 pages now. 2 pages tomorrow morning. And ta-dah! Also getting the hang of dialogue-baaji now.
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I don't like shopping for clothes anymore. I don't even see the point in looking at them. They just don't seem cost-effective enough. (Am I turning into a guy??) Facing a serious shortage of clothes now. Great abundance of books -- That's what I mostly end up buying when I find no appropriate clothes. Need to reverse the trend for at least a while.

This Week's Resolution: Will go clothes shopping! And buy clothes!
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Long Time No See

This 40th post has been a long time coming. I guess I've been a little busy of late. The week before last, Ma was very worried that my comp and I were turning into Siamese twins. To prove her wrong, I did all kinds of out-of-the-house stuff starting last Saturday.

Saturday: Went to meet Dadi. Met her. Met pistuto didi. TV conked. Cause? Yoke (I think that's the spelling) got burnt out.

Sunday: Watched Chak De. A little late. But kya kare -- aadat se majboor.

Monday: Went to get my new supergeek specs and lenses. Now that I have specs that match my eye power, the world looks a lot clearer. It had begun to take on a rather foggy look for a while now. I'm glad to see that pollution has not done such great harm yet.

Tuesday: Sat at home. Wished we could watch TV. Read something.

Wednesday: Foreign movie with Kohinoor. Walked down Park Street to Music World. Did that after ages. Picked up Kohi. Took metro (again after ages -- 2 years maybe?). Watched "I Offer My Hand and Heart" -- Russian film. Political. Conspiracy. Revolutionaries taking to terrorism to win their independence. Interesting. Liked it. But took a lot outta me in terms of attention. The others in the auditorium did not like it too much. One man was sleeping when the movie got over. I think even Kohi got bored. There were 2 almost-soft-porn scenes though.

Thursday: Met Madz. Watched Dhamaal. Highly brainless comedy. Loved it. Lotsa heehee haha. Ate popcorn. Came home. Walked home from 40 minutes away. Legs are still aching from 2 days of walking. This sedentary lifestyle is bad for the leg muscles. Need to work some kind of a walking routine into it.

Friday: Stayed home. :D Finished reading Rohinton Mistry's Such a Long Journey. Loved most of the book. Felt that the last 50-odd pages dragged. Ending was somewhat disappointing. I think my expectations were a little too great. But it did provide a very vivid portrait of Bombay around the time of Indira Gandhi's PM-ship. Good, intelligent reading. But it doesn't quite touch the heart. I'm still not sure whether I liked it or not.
Just spoke on the phone for one and a half hours. My left arm and ear are aching now!

(Attribute this "exciting" new lifestyle to revamped work routine -- 6:00 to 2:00... And it has been working! Less unhappy with life! A lot more sleepy though...)

Sunday Entertainment

Life is getting better again. (Though I'm going to be loaded with work starting tomorrow.)

Watched Serendipity today. First time. Liked it quite a bit. Wish John Cusack was a little cuter though.

Went to buy clothes. Came back with music (bought a set of 3 CDs for 399/-). And a book (Arundhati Roy's essays). Don't know when I'll start reading it though.

Currently trying to read Joyce's Ulysses. It's proving to be quite an effort. Can't manage over 20 pages at a time! And the whole thing is 733 pages on Microsoft Word!

Also reading Rohinton Mistry's Such a Long Journey. Not necessarily a light read, but a good read, and 50 pages at a time is not terribly difficult. Moreover, it's inspired me to start writing dialogue. (I had some earlier... but it looked amateurish. Now, having taken notes, and looked up writing tips on the web, I am doing a better job. I discovered what was missing all this time. Lots of rewriting going on now.)

Wrestled with my dog today. After ages. She isn't the young pup she used to be. Neither am I. But today, both of us had high energy levels. So we had ten minutes of uninterrupted mixed-species wrestling. No winners or losers were declared.

These days Shugz (the other dog) comes to wake me up every morning, then gets under my sheet, curls up, and goes to sleep. There's such joy in that!

The dachshund is sleeping like a log now. She has become really fat. Waddles everywhere. Looks a little like a seal. Love her loads.

Walking Down Nostalgia Lane

I have been walking down Nostlagia Lane of late. I re-discovered Mr. Big, and now I'm watching "The Bear Necessities" from The Jungle Book. I think all this is part of my current I-don't-wanna-grow-up state of mind.

Anyway, I adore this video. Always have. And I am convinced that the cartoons we grew up watching were so much cooler than the ones we are landed with these days. I did like Ratatouille, but that was not a patch on The Jungle Book or Snow White or Aladdin or The Beauty and the Beast. Or maybe I'm just turning into an old fuddy-duddy thinking of the days gone by, wishing I could live with Peter Pan and his gang on good ol' Neverland.

Somehow, I feel like sitting down with a packet of unbranded chips doused in masala, and reading about the adventures of Mary Poppins. Sigh...

The other day I came across this quotation:
"I was happy but happy is an adult world. You don't have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over you."

How true.

August 4 in Bullet Points

Have done next to nothing today... except:
-chat on and off
-fidget with the blog
-stare at my phone
-try to watch a distant plane with the naked eye
-read Wodehouse's Pigs Have Wings
-chuckle over Wodehouse's Pigs Have Wings
-write two silly kiddy stories (one of which I like)
-worry that I have Monday deadlines to meet
-nag myself to go work on the book
-try to worm out of a meeting with a friend
-decide to not worm out of the same meeting
-decide to break singledom resolution
-be glued to the idiot box to an even more idiotic movie
-curse myself for watching the idiotic movie
-still watch the idiotic movie
-harrass the dogs
-harrass one cat
-irritate two younger sisters
-get irritated with two younger sisters
-fidget with my blog
-get curious about other people's blogs
-remake singledom resolution
-wonder if I should actually break it
-get exhausted by the thought
-complain about the heat
-nag myself to go work on the book (again)
-be laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazyyyyyyyyyyyy
-wish every day could be like this
-mentally hug myself for being such a sweetheart
:D

Update 1 hour later:
-did work on the book
-Mr. Wodehouse helped the writing look more lighthearted, less depressed (Thank God! Was getting quite scared.)
-spoke on the landline after ages