I re-read yesterdays post and was struck with how supercilious I sound. Surely, that half-whining, half-condescending tone isn't mine? I think that when you write like this... when you contain a whole day of your life in justa couple of paragraphs, you're left wiht somehting like a photograph. It will capture the strongest emotion you feel, but only that-- pixellated distilled images which aren't entirely you. So there's none of the joy I felt at being out in the middle of the week, the sudden tiredness at the end of the evening when sharp throbs of pain made their presence felt at the backs of my legs. And there's none of what I felt, what I can't even describe as I looked at my old college friends who I was hanging out with. How do you describe looking at the past and the present together?
I did a google search for best blogs yesterday, trying to come up with inspiration to make this one more readable. I got stuck on this one Life In LA. Forgive me if it goes to some random date in November, becaue I started reading the archives and haven't been able to stop. Some people make blogs such a work of art, it makes me quite ashamed of my own 'timepass' effort.
In between work yesterday I also googled a whole lot of possible options for my blog to come out in a search. No such luck.I'm bound to anonymity, it looks like, whether happy or unhappy.
I went for a booklaunch lat night, for Hari Kunzru's new book Transmission. Surreptiously after it was over I snuck into a corner and lit a cigarette. All my parent's friends (my parents are very into the 'literary' circle in Delhi) came up to me at just that moment to say hello. I tried to pretend I didn't notice the long spirals of smoke coming form my right hand and as soon as they left I galloped into another corner. Who do I meet there but some old college professors! I knwo I'm not in college anymore, and I could possibly smoke in fornt of them, but out of many years instinct I stuck my cigarette behind my back and talked to them. By the time I was done smiling and saying, "Yes ma'am" my smoke wa smore or less over and when I turned to find myself fcae to face with yet another friend of my moms, I dropped it and trod on it casually.
What an evening!
Link of the day: This one is fun for Harry Potter fans, like me!
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ah - those were the days!
And how can I avoid meeting his parents? I really don't know why should I meet my boyfriend's parents...
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