* I exist in a vaccuum: Well, not quite. But, almost. I have only sporadic access to the internet these days (hey, it's the end of the month and I have bills to pay.) So I'm writing this between work at Kalyan's house, where I arrived with laptop to throw myself at his mercy. And to play with his brand new kitten. He's a cutie. (The kitten, I mean, but Kalyan isn't so bad either.)
* Public appearances: Shall actually be made this week. I'm speaking at the Kitab festival this year, Friday, 4 pm at the Asiatic Library. I'll be talking about being a Young Writer In India and though it's all very fun, I'm also stricken with fear. This time it's not a comforting panel discussion where I can choose to be quiet if I want to. This time I'm actually going to be talking ALL ON MY LONESOME into, what I suspect, will be an indifferent audience. You should come and watch me, just for the entertainment value.
* New friends and one new word! Akshay and I have been hanging out quite a bit these last few weeks. We both live pretty much in the same suburb, and we both don't have 9 to 5 jobs that take up our time. This in itself, mixed with other common personality traits, is enough of a foundation for a friendship. We have, of course, also been consuming De Booze quite a bit and in one of our drunken moments of wisdom (Bloody Mary, Red Box, Sunday, 5 pm) came up with the word Platonic. Yes, I know it's already a word, but we were using it to define the men and women in our life who we hung out with constantly but with whom we have no romantic entaglement. Now we use the word a lot, as in, "Where's your Platonic tonight?" and "Oh, I saw that with my Platonic." See how it works? And much much more resonant than just, say, close friend or something.
* Entertainment: We went to watch August Rush the other day. I had read a review and I thought it said Katherine Heigl (from Grey's Anatomy) and I thought it was a chick flick, so when we entered the theatre and it began I was convinced that we were in the wrong theatre. But it had the delectable Jonathon Rhys Meyers and that little kid from Finding Neverland and Robin Williams so we stayed and watched it anyway. Sweet movie. All about music and finding music in every day things which reminded me of a guy I met last week who told me he was a sound engineer. Cute guy also. Hmmmm.
* Hate mail! I received this little gem last week:
from: Sreejesh Sreenivasan (email@example.com)
date: 15 Feb 2008 21:19
subject: butt ugly
I was really excited after reading ur blog. I told my self.....now here was a real polayadi mol of our generation, very much like kamala das or suraiah or whatever (the old hag keeps changing her name all the time) who gave perverts like me some thoughts to jerk off on.....Well the excitement only lasted till I saw ur damned photo in vanitha mag. The first thing I said to myself was "CRAP". The Cherummi who used to sweep my house when I was a kid... thats u. Honestly I think the cherummi was better looking.
The guy who humped you, was he fucking blind or was he too stoned to give a shit? Anyway it would have been better if u remained anonymus or used a photo of a hot model instead of your own. Just hope nobody scans it on to the net for ur sake.
Wow. Who stole his testicles? I was going to edit his email address, but then I decided not to. For one thing, it's probably fake (I mean, come ON, suv100? Really? Very 1bruce1 of you, Shree, ol' pal) and for another, hey, this guy needs to get some and really fast, so maybe I'm actually doing him a favour by leaving it up there. I'm gaining karma points here.