BIG Day!

Everyone including Big B is really happy. Mails and congratulations and happiness all around. But how does it affect us...the lowest common denominators in this organisation. Do we get a break from Ctr+C, Ctr+V, Ctr+X and finally, Ctr+S?
No we don't...Christina Amanpour is still just another name...

Autumn Blues

I hate autumns, everything about it depresses me. The falling leaves, the quite evenings, the nip in the air and the loneliness...somehow autumn has a way of making you feel like 'all is lost'.

Trying to throw the picture out of my mind
Trying to leave the memories behind
Wanna start a new life but it seems to be rather absurd
When I know the truth I'm thinking of YOU...

Life sucks

I spent the last 2 years of my life yearning for a chance to prove myself in the electronic media. Another aspiring Burkha Dutt!!I dreamt of a time when I'll work under the same roof as Rajdeep Sardesai...for some of us he is like the Amitabh Bachchan of electronic journalism...one handshake and our living is justified...

But now two months into this profession and I find all of us feel the same... we cannot take it for more than a year, forget getting old with Rajdeep...its less to do with the work and more to do with people who have very little knowledge of this particular media and just impose their opinions on us...

I never thought that I would feel like this but yesterday I got a mail from my school-friend, who is now quit her engineering job in Bangalore and gone to US with her husband. She hasn't got a working visa, so she says her prime r&d area is cooking now...today, I feel like blissful domesticity and holy matrimony just beacons me!

I've realised that either I need to have enough money to start a production house with F. Or I just need to get married and be happy producing kids...

In this job, you'll never get credit for what is good but you are sure to be blasted for the smallest mistake!(As P famously said...) Such is LIFE and we shall LIVE...profound, sad but true!!

My Best Friend's Engagement

A has amazing parties and I never see the same people in any of his parties. To understand this, you need to know A a little better. A is very friendly and meets lots of new people and these people, their friends and the friends' friends then become his friends and end up at these parties. So there is never a chance of meeting the same people.

By some luck, I have now managed to meet one guy in three consecutive parties. Thankfully he is one of those Cool Dude types...and he is one of good-looking guys, who doesn't know that he is good-looking...well! more on him later.

At A's place parties are of all kinds, there are booze parties where alcohol flows like water and then there are Iftar parties which is a total Islamic affair. Yesterday I was invited to one such Iftar party and my friend announces his engagement to his girlfriend of four years.

They didn't tell us they were getting engaged because they were giving us a surprise!Why would we be surprised if they are getting engaged?? Anyway, they had got rings, we got them flowers and chocolate cake and dad promptly stepped in to say the prayers. Arsh did the videography and the cool dude did the photography and we just said CHEESE!!

But with A you never know...he has this huge frame in his bedroom with his and his gals pic which cost him a 1000 bucks but everytime a new girl comes visiting, the frame is locked inside the almirah. Hopefully the same thing will not happen to the ring.

A streetcar named DESIRE

Last night an hour after dinner I had this overwhelming urge to have a Subway 6-inch sandwich with lots of white sauce and vegetables. I was talking to S da on the phone and told him about how I just had to have the sandwich, with no hope that I could actually have it at 11 at night. And then surprise, surprise he actually got me the roasted chicken sandwich I was asking for...

I gorged on the sandwich and made the orgasmic noises which bugged the hell out of Nandu. And then the moment I pick up the Hindustan Times to read the editorial, on the next page there is the Inner Voice, which just chooses to talk about Desire. And it says that desire in 'endless'and therefore, it cannot be fulfilled. And the fact that when desire is fulfilled we feel happy because for a moment we become 'desireless'.

But nothing could made me feel any less happy. Indulgence is bliss!!!

Power breaks

After two blissful days, can't believe I'm back in office.

The best things in life are unplanned.

We got a three-day weekend and thought might as well make the best of it. When we left home we were not sure where we were heading, our first stop was Haridwar and thats all we knew. We eventually landed up in Mussorie after a stop at Haridwar and another at Rishikesh, wanted to go river rafting but it isn't the best time of the year to do it, so had to do with an awesome lunch at a German bakery just next to the Ganges.

We then started for Mussorie, I hate the winding roads, they make me sick and queasy. But we somehow got to Mussorie. The Delhi crowd was there with the Punjabi music blaring and I thought not all the nausea for this.

After checking about 10 hotels which were either full or not so exciting, we found a place called 'Padmini Nivas', which is a 160 year-old bungalow converted into a hotel. This hotel was far from the maddening crowd. The room overlooked a rose garden and I could see the next hill dotted with small huts and the glaring multitude of stars above, the air was chilly and the place just demanded sex.

more later...