and I am as confused as ever.
New issues in life.
I am yet to get the hang of people and their sexed up energies.
(Not that I have a problem with people having sex)
And also I am dealing with my long standing problem with this whole confusion about "feminism".
Anyway, so the first time ever I can't blog about what I really want to blog about because I know people might just check my blog and they'll come to know what they shouldn't come to know.
Among all other types and genres of confusion, the main question hovering around my existence like a honey-filled blood-thirsty bumble bee(if there is a thing like that), is
Will I ever get a job?
I don't mind being the eighty sixth assistant director maintaining kiss continuity for Emraan Hashmi in some shady film. As long as it is the Hindi film industry, I don't mind.
I just need to stay in Bombay.
Pay my rent every month.
Pay off my education loan.
Eat nice food.
And basically just have people around who wouldn't mind going to marine drive with me every single day.
I don't think I need anything else.
oh and Cheese cake every weekend from Wich Late in Colaba.
Thats all I want.
And for the other thing...
I am happy
Its like the smell of the first monsoon shower. Or smelling oranges on a winter afternoon.
Or a due drop on a white flower early in the morning.
Something like that.
8 comments:
I love Wich Late toooo!!!! :D
It's very chaap when you can't blog about something because other people might read it. There should be a post-blocker or something.
Where exactly in Colaba is this Wich Late? Amio jabo!
And I pray you become hot-shot 86th asst. director at least. Then you can post pic of you with Emraan Hashmi on your blog. Ki kool that would be!
Do you also suddenly feel the desperate need for a job??!
...and um, moo, when did u go to wich late?
Are you sure you want what you want?
Is anyone?
Sigh.
Simple. Undiluted as sin. And that cheesecake to boot.
Hang in there.
His kingdom is 'on' its way. Darn traffic.
P.s. Sorry for the sully. Spiteful spelling.
You know, what I am confused about? That confusion is a state created by Confucious, who when recollecting the memories of Buddha's real life, fell asleep..and dreamt up the infinite confusion of the Universe.
Though that is probably the most statistically imporbable event, it is nevertheless possible for it to occur in near isolation, dependent on the local particulate makeup.
Thus making the state of confusion, on a localized scale..quite probable..and even a guarantee.
Also, did you know, that cocaine is a helluva drug? Actually, that's very disturbing to know.
Later.
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