There was a time

when Two minutes Maggi was such a craze. Not just a craze, it was actually the cause of much envy and much khunshuti. How I envied the people who used to get the yellow snakelike fancy food in their fancy plastic red and white round tiffin boxes and I had to make do with Luchi Aloor dum. Or rooti aloo bhaja.Or the simple bread butter with loads of sugar sprinkled in between inside my sturdy and boring looking oblongish steel tiffin box.

And look at me now. I have Maggi for breakfast, for lunch and sometimes for dinner too. I sit here talking about Hindu Muslim riots and olive green eye pencils available for sixty five bucks and Madhavan and Milind soman and Sea Hawks and Captain Vyom and the importance of tea over alcohol.

Talking about alcohol, yesterday I had this completely nonalcoholic drink called Fruit beer. Its funny how it is possible to have a very good time cribbing about not having a good time. Walking from Mahim to Bandra Reclamation to Carter road and sipping fruit beer with paneer masala dosa. This is how I am dealing with unemployment.
How I love saying this agan and again. I am jobless and happy.
Maybe that is because I've been jobless for exactly three days now. Before that, I was in this completely different universe. A hindi film set. For eight days I was in this different parallel universe called a Hindi film set. Where spot boys spot you standing in the heat and say "Aapke saare dukho ki dawa mere paas hai Maidam jee, ye lijiye" before handing over a bottle of chilled mineral water.

My friend told me yesterday that I did not know what it is to be depressed. He said something about waking up in the morning and feeling like as if he is inside this white room with no doors and windows.
And then I got thinking, really, I don't know what it is to be depressed. The faint recollection of being really sad in the past one year was when somebody deleted me from his orkut friendlist. Or when I couldn't buy this T.shirt which had "Can someboody here speak in English?" written in seven different languages. How I have let things like t.shirts and cruel online friends take over the real problems or the potential REAL problems. Like child abuse? perhaps.

But then I think it is a good thing.