> It's been a good couple of days. First of all, not to blow my own trumpet too much (oooh, I so wish I had a trumpet. I'd love to have a trumpet. Sounds a little like a promiscous woman, doesn't it? "Oh her, she's such a trumpet". Does anyone have a trumpet? I have a tabla, but I don't think that counts) Guess who was photographed for the paper the other day? Me, baby, zats who. Only, I didn't want my face to be shown, seeing as we're anonymous and all that, so you can probably just see like a little bit of my profile (Which sucks, because my nose totally looks like a ducks. I'm telling you). Still it's most exciting, and I'm all kicked that I finally got to give that ultimate p3p line, "No pictures please".
> And ooh, I've discovered that I can now totally show you my superhot Yahoo avatar that I spent so long working on. I love her. No, we don't look alike, but dude. She's so hot and so supercool that I want to be her. I want to be my Yahoo avatar. Say that a couple more times and you're close to being the second saddest person in the world. The saddest is me, of course, but everyone here already knows I'm an internet nerd.
> Some PR releases make me so happy, I want to cry. This one, especially that I begged my colleague to forward to me so I could share it with you. Observe: August 7th is Friendship Day! What better way to reinforce the bond you enjoy with your friends than giving them an assurance through gifting flowers - which are around, almost forever... That's the thought and gift option The Next Shop gives you for this occasion. Add that extra bit of delicacy to your living room or an office ambience and the best part is they won't whither away like real flowers. So, you can relish their presence and enhance the sensual relaxation, with the addition of a favourite perfume. Also a wonderful gift option, touch the sweet chord of friendship this August 7th on Friendship Day.
Oh the joy of giving my friends flowers that last forever. Oh, the happiness! And sensual relaxation too! Dude, this isn't just a Friendship Day prezzie, this is the Anthem For People Who Have Not Had Any Sex In Many Months. I'm sure my friends will appreciate it waaaay more than a drink. In fact that's exactly what I'm going to do--give them dry flowers so they can "relish their presence". Right along with those fake Livestrong bands that you get in Saket, in bright pink with Best Friends Forever on them. I've been threatening Priya with one of those for years now. I'm totally going to touch the sweet chord of friendship.
> Have I ever mentioned that I heart drinking games? I rule at drinking games, you should know this. At any party, if someone was to say, "Who knows any drinking games?" I would be the one person to lead them from being bored and drunk to being happy and knowing random facts about strangers. There's this one game that I'm particularly good at. It's called "I have never" and basically there's one person toasting and they go, for instance, "I have never kissed someone and fantasised about Govinda" Now anyone who has kissed someone and fantasised about Govinda (ewwwwwwww... please don't!) has to drink. I'm super good at this game primarily because I don't get drunk very easily, so most of my deepest, darkest secrets stay hidden deep within me while others say stuff like, "I've never flirted with my father." (This actually happened to me on Saturday and I was all like, "Toooooooo much information, baby. Waaaay too much.") There's this other very cool drinking game called Think While You Drink, where one person says, oh. let's say, Simon Cowell and the other has to say something with 'C' like Cameron Diaz. But if you can't think of anyone, you have to keep chugging your drink till you do. You get completely blasted with this game, by the way, so it's great fun especially if you want to make out with someone but are too chicken to make a move while they're still sober. Oh and postscript, you can't say people with no last name like Madonna or Cher or Kajol.
> I went to Olive tonight to meet with young filmmaker Ashvin Kumar, who I thought was goign to be totally hot, considering he's Ritu Kumar's son and all and he went to the Oscars and he met Johnny Depp, who is yummy. But sadly, no. He wore thick spectacles and was short and stocky and reminded me kinda of Drew Carey, except he was thinner, slightly. Only the cool part was that at one point he sang, yes actually sang and the song he picked was La Bamba one of my absolute, favourite get-naked-in-front-of-the-mirror-and-stick-out-your-pelvic-girdle type songs. (The others are I'm Too Sexy by Right Said Fred, You Sexy Thing by Hot Chocolate and Superstar by Jamelia)
> One thing I totally adore about my job is that I can call people and say, "Hello, I'm eM from so-and-so publication" and then they have to give me whatever information I want. It's so easy! I wonder whether people who are not from the press do that too--get secret information I mean. But I guess it's not that secret if they're telling journalists about it. I mean, hello, it is going to get printed. So I suppose the secret is just in knowing what kind of questions to ask.
> Also what struck me today, thanks to a friend telling me is how different everyone's interviewing styles are. Some people do it surreptitiously, "Do you have any *whisper* suicidal thoughts?" Others do it with informed flair, "So tell me more about your collection, due out in August, with the sequined work." And still others, like me, do it with a personal touch. Like today meeting this filmmaker chappie, I was like, "Oooh, Johnny Depp! You're so lucky!" And you know what? It worked. He smiled at me and then started talking about it and got more and more friendly, to me. And I can bet you anything that the next time I see him, at a party or wherever, he will remember me and say hello. Some of my closest friends are people I've interviewed, so I must be doing something right.