Got back to my personal diary with a vengeance this weekend. Figured out things in my inward conversations and analysed behavioral eccentricities. While most of my thoughts through the last whole year have been centred around the city, there's obviously personal growth and therefore chaos brewing in my head. Several people have coined several phrases and terms for it - "मगज ना घोडा", "Govind Nihalani", "daily reports" and what not. But thinking has never brought more clarity. Thankfully Nidhi was around and that gave me strength.
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Saturday afternoon was a solo lunch after a long time. Nice Thai chicken sandwiches from Markiv's, Churchgate. YuM-Mee! Dated later. Unusual as usual. Had dinner that started with Vada Pao for aperatif, Pani Puri for some more goading of the digestive juices, and finally a Ceasar Salad and Death-by-Chocolate. Good conversation is always added incentive. The in-betweens turned out to be excellent confidence-boosters.
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Cough-cold-fever. It's been torturing my innards for over a week now and getting onto my nerves. I need something drastic. Hot water, cinnamon and Levocet haven't aided much. Entering the BEnadryl phase and hating it - hating it entirely. Sleepy.
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Work should go fuck itself. It such anyway.
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Completely glued to A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth. Engaging yet going nowhere. Let's see when my patience ebbs. Picked up a tatterred copy from the रद्दीवाला around the corner at Kemp's Corner near Esbeda. It occupied the top place on a stack and my instinct said, "Dude PU, you're said to be a lit student and you've never even attempted Seth." Thank God I listen to myself.
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Wanna travel, but the heat is forbidding. just came back from the chemists' this noon. The blasted sun should be shot!
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YAWN
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