Sometimes, I do think, real life, is stranger than fiction... We've got mechanical lives, with no break, no time for the stereotypes we once stood for (freedom, Maya Angelou-esque "Im with you kid, lets go!"), no time to think about whats really important... the air that made us or the air we are currently made to breathe! I was sitting around moping about the finer qualitites I did not have, finishing school, a love for cosmetics, a love for political correctness and a knowledge of WHEN to give up? Ive had the same person say "sorry! It wont work because I cannot see the good parts of what we had, my head is stuck on the negatives" for about a year and a half now.. my stupid head cannot accept (forget the heart, that one is a big wimp) that egos are very real things!


This is definitely the jet-age. Facebook updates, quick SMS-makeups and break-ups, Sam Hamilton is a dinosaur of modern times! Sadly, Im stuck on the dead poets and the almost dead rhetoric. Rhetoric IS a far cry from practise!


I was thinking about my own tendency towards verbal diarhhea as I boarded my second auto-rickshaw for the day.. I think air-conditioned Toyota Innova's are not in my near future, by choice. As arent Business Class travel, champagne or other silly things, like high-heels. I mean, Im a primate from the Indian sub-continent. The world can deal with that!


A chatty rain had started to fall, as we hit Double-Road, en route work. My most favourite client had told me "I think you should focus on sport, you are sitting on a life-time opportunity". I was thinking, "he cant be serious, who knew people actually READ the sports page??!!"... but with all skeptics, they philosiphize on the logic behind their skepticism... Im just a little different... Sometimes, I think the pursuit of a dream requires a personality truly like Holly, from "Breakfast at Tiffany's"... a "true" phony, with achievable pipe dreams..... Back to the rain, FM 94.3 was not doing the job today. Neither was thinking about what the heck was holding me back. We stopped at the last stop signal, before reaching the dreaded destination, industry. There was this kid, same story, "amma, Im hugry!"... my cosmopolitan, non-celebrity self was not going to cave in... The signal was not about to change quickly, either! Second kid, "sanjay vani newspaper beka"......... hmmmmmmmmmm............. a little girl in what looked like a school uniform at 5:30pm... post-school. working a second job. Not very unlike scraping dishes for scholarship in Chicago! Sure enough, the service industry had a few high-points today. So many philosophize about the silliness of supporting begging.. but, this kid was not begging.. she was a common citizen, involved in local commerce. A big purchase was in order. Sorry, I really despise Esprit from the bottom of my heart! I like brand-commerce, though.