Wake me up perhaps not when September ends, but somewhere in the middle, okay?

Bad blogger, bad! *wrist slap* But honestly, you gu-uys, how am I supposed to stay motivated if no one comments on my posts anymore? Like, seriously? 13 comments? Are we for real? If you commented loads, I'd write loads! See? Win-win.

But, Happy Dusshera! I have spent the evening with my friend Vik's family, which was awesome. I was feeling the teensiest bit in the doldrums today, so I just got Ira out of her house, got us both into salwar kameezes and we said we'd go where the wind took us. Ideally, we wanted to find a Ravana burning thing, but I believe the only one in Bombay is at Shivaji Park which is miles away, so we settled for calling on Vik and cajoling an invitation to his parents house for dinner. Where we watched The Amazing Race and some show on Star Plus called The Perfect Bride. Have you seen this show? It is BEYOND hilarious. From what I can see, it's where women compete to be the perfect daughters in law, and they live in this house they share with (tan tara tara) their future MOTHER IN LAWS. No, seriously. The sons live right next door and then they get together and do stuff, and this tripe is what passes for entertainment these days. Holy crapola, Batman. Also one of the girls looked vaguely familiar. She might have gone to school with me, although all the reality show watching I have done recently has turned my brain into mush, so I could be wrong.

I had a pretty fun weekend all in all. Asides from a lingering fatigue which I haven't been able to shake (I don't know whether it's the weather or y'know, woman stuff, but wow, do I feel tired) I've been quite active. I did my FIRST FOREIGN FEATURE STORY, thank you very much and I'm all like duuuuuuuuuuude, why have I not tapped this lucrative side of freelancing before? And all the other freelancers I know are all like, um, duh? But, basically it involved me going to the Art Expo and running into Anjolie Ela Menon and having a nice cosy little chat with her.

Also, a little piece of "dirty" writing I did is now on the stands, and since no one wants to excerpt me (hmph) I'll just give you a little taste right here on my blog:

"Aditya’s sole experience until that point was Neelima, a shy girl in college, who he kissed at one of the hostel parties, kissed hard, working his tongue into her mouth. But at the merest hint of his hand slipping down past her shoulders, she had stiffened and pushed him off and he was nowhere closer to figuring out how they felt, her breasts, whether the shape stayed or whether they were malleable, whether they moved under his hand or whether they throbbed. It appreared he was doomed to be fourteen forever.

It tormented him, his virginity. He knew there was something fundamentally wrong with him. For the first time in eleven years, he started thinking about sex constantly again, and everyone was the subject of his fantasy. (....) And just as they had started, the fantasies had stopped. He was celibate, he was cerebral, he resigned himself to being a virgin forever. On his 27th birthday, just a few weeks ago, he had taken a few friends out to dinner, and they had come with their girlfriends or wives, and he had been able to talk to the women, really talk to them, without the constant slideshow of flashing images in his mind, how so-and-so would look naked, how another’s mouth would open when she came, how that one’s ass would feel. People assumed he was having sex, if not regularly, then at least a fair amount. And since he was reticent about it, they assumed he got some quite frequently and often included him in their wink-wink-nudge-nudges. The only person in the whole world who knew was his colleague Disha, who shared a cubicle with him, and who had taken him out for tequila shots the night before to celebrate his birthday. And who was now nakedly stretching across his bed. Naked. "

But besides my little foray, there are some other really good stories too. It'd make a good present, especially for like a bachelorette party or something.

And, before I stop pimping, could I direct your eyeballs towards Metrotwin Mumbai, the other blog I do? (Making the count eleventyhundred and fifty six, for those of you at home keeping track.) I write about Bombay and the stuff I like about it and so do a bunch of people and another bunch of people in London and it's very fun. Promise.

Anyhoo. I think that's a long enough post to inflict on you guys. I hope you had a great long weekend, and SERIOUSLY, COMMENT ALREADY, WHAT DOES A GIRL NEED TO DO FOR REASSURANCE AROUND HERE?