There is a huge mis-match between when you might have the time and when creative juices are surging out of you. But before I begin, this is to warn you, this is when I have the time, and nothing creative to offer.

It's been an era, like a long movie that doesn't end. It's not like my film hasn't experienced good and bad in this period, it just hasn't given me enough time to ponder it 'black and white' down.

Anyhow, sometimes i feel so damn unlucky. Having to stay in a difficult place like Mumbai- in a year when metro is being constructed left, right and centre. Having to pass out in a year when recession hit our personal lives so much that every now and then I end up asking why this year? Having to be the only victims of Vista (The blasted thing from Microsoft) and crawl and keep crawling in it. And then having to get into a year when holidays are on weekends, etc.

But at other times....i just thank i wasn't around on VT station just a year back, trying to head home after a tired day at work.

Anyhow, later, one day, a girl asked me why i was reading in the train, and answered her own question by asknig another one- 'You have exams?'. That's the trouble. People think that you read only for exams and exams necesssarily require reading.

Another day, 2 women fought in the bus and like how? 'Tu har*****, tu har*****', is what the entire debate came to. I think smart things just don't occur to you in trains and buses, while fighting with people. One day a lady curtly- (unperturbed like she was God or something) told me- 'It's not your house' and I asked her- 'Is it yours?'. Such acute shortage of smart answers.

Later, Minkie- the chinkie paid me a visit, which overwhelmed me a lot. Zoo- the goon made me brilliant Apple-cinnamon cake, got me a Corby (yes my new baby and the one I'm married to, ((the incestuous life I lead)), with which I'm in total love.
Hyperlink- review of Corby (In process).

Later, visit to home for 2 big weddings in my small town. In that small town, you know everyone and vice-versa. In that little town, we eat the most sumptuous 'chaat' and 'kachoris'. And in that same town, the blistering and blurring sun turns into a nice-orange hue in the winters and keeps you company on the terrace, with small fairy lights in the distance for christmas and big and vivid crackers' patterns in the sky (with loud weddings). And now even better things happen in that small town. Time stands still, trots, canters and before you know it, starts to gallop you out into this big chaotic world all over again.

Anyhow, I'm known to spread rumours about that place. (To the order of it's fully wi-fied) :D.

Later, I realize, people also, like some songs from Dev D, grow on you. You like them, and then they crack a joke that relegates them to the 2nd grade, but funnily you still like them and more funnily you start liking the joke also. Funny ~

Later, I go to Pondi with my near and dear ones (yes, archaic but true). Awaiting the bike rides, walks on the Tamily-French beaches, interesting food, French curios, etc. and ofcourse, 2010.

Bring it on then!

Later

p.s. pictures in the evening from the new Corby- Dhan-te-nan