What else could leave me so uninspired? I mean, I should be hating Mayawati for doing something as stupid as refusing to allow people in black clothes to enter Green Park, Kanpur to watch the Indo-Pak match. But I’m lost in wondering what new crockery I should show off before my simple, totally lovable relatives for lunch. I can’t believe I missed the opportunity to meet Sachin Tendulkar without so much as a regret. I don’t even care who’s poking me on Facebook and scrapping me on orkut these days and I hardly blog! I lost a game of Scrabulous to a friend on Facebook because I didn’t respond for far too long. And don’t even ask me to get excited about the Sensex or sad about Nandigram. And that my stomach has finally revolted to eating out for days on end makes no difference. Believe me, socialising is a full-time job that nobody pays you for. It even makes my work seem like a side thing. I work these days to fill in the gaps between two totally meaningless, fun and tiring outings.
So like I was saying, all this partying has made me a little shallow. Perhaps I’ll grow back my brains after the festivities are over!