Kalyan, an eminent and well versed gentleman in the field of semiotics is, to put it quite bluntly, confuzzled. I'm just amused. This adds to the things that confound me, along with the fact that I can now raise my left eyebrow and that tonight at Zenzi I met a boy who looked exactly, but EXACTLY like Frodo (ie Elijah Wood). He told me he gets that about five times a day, and I really feel for him, because he is not unattractive in his Hobbit-like way.
It is now Sunday morning, and I'm rereading and editing this soberly. Always save drunk blogs as drafts is my advice to you, darlings, because you never know what you might say in a fit of fittiness. Alibaug was very fun, well, the ferry ride there was and I made many seagull jokes. ("They're very gullible creatures." "All the nice gulls love a sailor" etc) Once there, we had to look at some property for Kalyan's aunt's friend, which was somewhat boring, but after we retired for lunch, the house we were at had a pool, so we were all like, ooooh swimming, only we passed out nicely on the deckchairs and didn't wake up till the caretaker lady came out to tell us we'd miss our ferry if we didn't hurry back.
Of course, since I had slept only two hours the night before, Saturday night was a quiet affair. A friend came over, someone I hadn't seen in ages so it was nice meeting and bonding with him. Although the last couple of days I'm overcome with missing old friends, Hobo, Urvashi, Small, Diabolique, come to Bombay, I need you.
I must now go for the 50 cent press conference, which is a sentence I never expected to type, but it's true. Life is odd.
UPDATED Clearly no one's ever going to send me dirty email again: The Bin sent me another email which is as baffling as the first, but from which I get that he is quite peeved that I published the first one. I'm going to put the second one up also--and here's where I'd like to say, everything you email me, like comments, become something I might put up here. You can say 'please don't run this email' if you'd prefer I didn't, but if it's abusive and/or dirty, I might put it up anyway on a slow week. Anyhoo, here's The Bin's second email (el transalatore, you were brilliant, by the way)
From: The Bin
To: The Compulsive Confessor
Subject: stub me!!!!!
I didn;t expect from you...F*off
.I am not asking Y u did?...Ur blog..U would do whtever u wnt...
Em condiment blog tidings alrdy clicked in India..I just strted a blog inspired from u...ur opposoite Gender "Y I can't?"...Ur three tangled codiment (S-D-X).....its rocking more than RDX....All hmnbeings are semiotics thrgh life...I attrcted ur ...not slave I got mail "Teacher to a student: a=b, b=c means a=c. Give me an example. Student: I luv u - u luv your daughter - so I luv your daughter"
I just maild for my interest,but u evincely published....I more attracted by literal language..How beautiful even if u dnt so tht u says....hurt?
If u r in my town I would come to ur room,slap ur cheek....that much irritaed when I saw ur publish..U also dscussed wth Kalyan?
I like ur sentence"If u have good Breast,No one Boos"....If u meet a man with all things he cannot get eye contact..only (B-C)
I will sent personal mail like this way what I felt..If u started to publish I wouild "Delete" as u point out .
Life is odd..Hey one qestion "U dont need inheritance to keep ur heritage?..
Have good SS..
Ok..tendulaker out....bloody..Good Breathy Bed sleep