Too many things, too little time to tell them all. Here’s what’s been on my mind:
- Anil and me
Some people find it bizarre that I’m in love with this hairy hero known as Anil Kapoor. But I am. Have been since I saw Mr India. And when I like someone, appearances become so secondary. Which is not to say he’s not oh-so-good-looking. It’s just that I know there may be better-looking men than him in filmdom, but I have eyes only for him. So what’s the point, I hear you ask. The point is I met AK last week. I’m definitely not star-struck or tongue-tied have met , but when it’s Anil Kapoor we’re talking about, both are admissible. So there I was at this starry wedding in town, with Amitabh Bachchan and Fardeen Khan and Dia Mirza for company, and I managed to catch hold of dapper Kapoor and get myself clicked with him. Oh, the joys of making a fool out of yourself in public!
- The Big Switch
So I was watching this show on TV called ‘The Big Switch 2′, which is about parents switching their kids and kids switching their parents for two days and all the problems that arise thereof. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen it, but I realised they’d made a reality show out of most Indian girls’ lives. See, when we get married, we switch our families, begin living with a new set of parents whom we must consider our own and grapple with adjustment problems that come up and treat them like they’re part of life like everything else. Some people manage well, depending on the compatibility between the switched parents and kids, some people are sore losers. Sounds true to life? Well, here’s finally one reality show that actually resembles reality.
- Fat vs Pregnant
In other news, I’m beginning to convince people with the way I look that I’m pregnant. Goddamit, it’s just a paunch. And those are just the extra kilos I’ve been piling on. So stop staring. And stop guessing. The other day, I went to a party where the hostess had the cheek to first ask me what’ll I have to drink and then add pointedly that there was Coke as well, you know, since I won’t have liquor. I swear I could have thrown that Coke right in her face. Other people are more sophisticated in asking why I’ve started looking so “voluptuous”. Oh yes, fat deposits everywhere and can increase your bust size much against your will! So there I am, trying to tell people through my high heels and the wine glass in my hand that no, I don’t have any ‘good news’ to share. Actually, I’m not trying to tell anyone anything at all. I’m just super irritated with this breed of women who concentrate all their energies in trying to guess whether I’m finally pregnant or not. If only there was an option on FB on your pregnant/non-pregnant status, these people would be thrilled to bits!
On the other hand, I’m so not enjoying the new weight. I hate it, because it makes me feel so uncomfortable in my own clothes. So I’m resorting to desperate measures. After trying very hard to not go on a diet, I have gone on a diet. Because I have no time to exercise, and frankly, no motivation either. So here I am, on Day 4 of the GM Diet, fighting every single temptation and hopefully coming out slimmer.
- Slog and Blog
I know this discussion is long overdue, but I’ve been putting it off because I believe that if we spell out something that’s only a thought in our heads, it becomes true. But there’s only a point uptil which this works. Beyond that, you’ve got to call a spade a spade. So here’s the truth in black and white: I have no time to blog. And I miss it sorely. I slog at work and often work extends to beyond office hours, thanks to the Blackberry. Till now, no one was complaining. And even now, no one is complaining overtly. But I realise I owe a part of my life to people I spend it with, most importantly The Guy. So, I avoid bringing out my laptop at home and spending time surfing through blogs and posting on my own. And to make up for all that, I’ve started tweeting a whole lot more through my BB. But I also realise that staying away from my blog for long spells doesn’t bode well for me as a blogger. I’d like to be as regular as I used to be, but can’t.
I was hoping to give the blog a whole new name and look, in sync with how life is for me right now. Or where I am in life right now. But if I don’t post often enough, I wonder if it’s worth it. The other option is to give this up. I have 137 followers, and I add new ones with each post, but very few of them comment on my posts. I’m probably not here enough for them to make them come out of their readers and say something to me. And that makes me think if it is time to shut shop. Is it?