Pit stop at SDA market on a booze run. Went into Azote for a pick me up on this hot day, nitrogen ice cream made right in front of you. Gimmicky? Full on. But also like frozen Nutella. Yum. #delhidiary
Hauz Khas Social has a lovely upstairs sit out (which is actually a sit IN so air conditioned.)Excellent views and only two tables so PRIVAT. Early drinks before I go off to The Toddy Shop where I'm introducing a bunch of terrifically talented authors tonight. #delhidiary
Have my study door wide open this lovely afternoon. (Also since it's raining, we had to move the litter boxes indoors, which: pee-yew) Some cats choose this time to have an uninterrupted nap on the bed, others gaze moodily at the weather outside channeling their inner Byron. (others still frolic in the rain and come back with their coats all wet and muddy) #catsagram
Working on several ambitious new projects and wanted to go back to the start where it all began. Of course, cannot read musings of self at 25 without thinking of myself back then as a totally different person. But this book was where it all started and I'm lucky that my twenties are all there in book form for me to access whenever I like. #thiswritinglife
I've recently started an email newsletter, which you can subscribe to by clicking on this link. It's out every Friday with stuff I'm reading, thinking, and doing that week. I've decided to also cross-post on the blog, just in case you don't like emails and prefer reading stuff online, old-school. Here's volume three.
GUYS, I have been adding to this newsletter all week, so prepare
yourselves for a long one. It's also partly because I'm spending my
summer in Delhi unlike most of you gallivanting off here and there, so
with a staycation (HAH. I'm chained to my bloody desk. Greed has brought
all my deadlines to roost) I have a lot more time to introspect. This
morning my friend called and in course of conversation said, "I'm really
enjoying all your Facebook updates these days. They're all about the
little things." That's my life right now--the little things.
Stuff I wrote this week: My F Word feminism fortnightly
column this week was all about raising feminist children. I called and
spoke to two of my girlfriends with daughters and we all had a very insightful chat, so read. Also in feminist writing, I gave advice as Aunty Feminist this week to a young person who wanted to know how to reconcile her often sexist and homophobic family with her liberal, feminist values. Over at HuffPo, I have a blog up about Susan Miller, astrology and horoscopes as hope. On my blog: let us now forgive powerful men, on Tejpal & co. And in my relationship column, the lure of the Delhi Gymkhana, Thursday nights and being called "adorable."
I'm "curating" the next edition of Prose At Toddy, which basically means
I've invited a bunch of writers I admire to come and read at the Toddy
Shop on June 22nd (Wednesday!). It's a non-fiction edition, which I'm
very proud of, so come! Starts at 9.
This week in weird medical stuff: I've been having
these strange vivid flashes of SMELL out of the blue. Suddenly, on a
flyover, for example, I'll smell coffee so strongly, my nose wakes up.
Or, in a really posh bar, miles away from the facilities, I'll smell
urine. I thought with my usual jump-to-worst conclusion, that I was
probably having a series of mini-strokes (because it could happen). I
ruled out a brain tumour, because I've seen Grey's Anatomy and I don't
have a headache. WELL. The actual answer is something called phantosmia.
Turns out my nose is hallucinating. It's pretty weird and it can happen
with a sinus infection, a sudden sneeze and/or smoking. AT LEAST I'M
NOT DYING (yet.)
This week in book-adaptation television: Some people
say, "How do you work from home? Do you have fixed timings?" and to them
I usually say, "In my pajamas, and yes." Well, not exactly, but I
usually start work around 11-ish, that's deadline work, not work like
this newsletter which I do pre-deadlines, and knock off about 7 pm.
Which is also usually when I watch a lot of TV on nights I'm not going
out. This week I discovered The Durrells, an ITV period drama based on GERALD DURRELL'S Corfu Trilogy.
Obviously I had to watch it. It's good, except it's not really the book
at all, focusing more on Mama Durrell as a spunky, single mother who
has to forge ahead etc. Also in period drama: Poirot! But
Seasons 1, 2 and 3 are all 45-minute case of the week stuff. The really
excellent episodes start Season 4 on, where it's two episodes per
mystery and three mysteries a season. (This is my Sunday.) Also 11.22.63
based on Stephen King's time travel novel of the same name, ALSO a
period drama. The book is great and the show with a brooding James
Franco as lead, is pretty faithful.
Throwback book of the week: Paper Moon by Joe
David Brown. This is a con man story with a TWIST, it's actually a con
GIRL and all she wants is love and a family and also to rip people off. A
charming narrator, one of the funnest YA characters I've read. Later,
this was turned into a film, starring real life father and daughter Ryan
and Tatum O'Neal as Addie Pray and her "daddy" Long Boy.
Snack of the week: My friend Ishi always has the most
exciting food at her house. Recently, while over there, she fried me up a
set of pre-made snacks called Bean Bullets (Bean Bites?) by The
Temperamental Chef. YOU GUYS IT WAS SO GOOD! And vegetarian, so you can
totally pull them out the next time your lone veggie friend is sadly
eating chips while all around her, they're snacking on chicken tikkas.
Speaking of food
OR why I'm not buying chicken anymore unless it's "certified organic."
Besides which, think of all the antibiotics you're eating! Gross. I'm
well on my way to becoming a crunchy granola type hippy, evidenced by
the fact that I looked up and ordered "almond milk" off Grofers this
morning. (UPDATE: they cancelled, as Grofers is wont to do.)
Song of the week: This is the song that is basically
your stand in front of the mirror, getting your confidence up before you
go out anthem. Meghan Trainor with another very addictive song: Me Too. (Chorus: if I was you, I'd wanna be me too, I'd wanna be me too.)
Purchases I made that I love: Someone tweeted about a
basic matte red lipstick by a brand called Sugar, so I Googled it, and
then it turns out they had a lovely nude (called Holly Go Lightly) and I
already have two bright red lipsticks but I'm always searching for a
good nude one (sort of purplish pinkish brownish) so I bought that and
then I fiddled around the site looking to see what else they had and
they had a sale on this thing called a Tangle Teezer. Which is basically
a tiny hairbrush, but with "revolutionary technology" and everyone on
the internet was raving about it so I was like OKAY and
I bought myself
one too (at Rs eight hundred something, I've never spent that much money
on a HAIRBRUSH before.) Anyhow, both arrived last week and the lipstick
is lovely but the hairbrush, you guys! My hair is so soft! And
wavy-ish! And stayed that way even while I slept! And absolutely zero
effort required, no pulling and tugging at knots, just zip-zip-zip and
you're all set. (In an article I read about it, they said that people
are now saying, "Can I borrow your Teezer?" instead of "brush" now so
it's basically the Macbook of hairbrushes.) Anyway, there I am
rhapsodising about a hairbrush, but it really is very good and also very
cute and has a little thing you slip on so you can pop it into your
handbag. Especially since I'm now growing out my hair out of idle
Stuff I watched this week that wasn't TV: The Breakfast Club which
I have NEVER seen before. (Also a bunch of other classic films, so
basically I probably HAVEN'T watched it so don't ask). What a fun film
though. Even though I was kind of expecting it to be a bit like The Dead Poet's Society, except, um, with BREAKFAST.
Two years ago, we had a kitten who has now grown into a big fat cat. Look at how cute Bruno used to be, back when he was Suzie Q. This is K manhandling him by holding his paws down with his fingers to tickle his belly. Bruno still has the same expression now: who killed my father? Sometimes I call him Dukhi Singh just because of his sad snow leopard face, but let's face it, he peaked at 2 months old. #catsagram #tbt