I went to Deepak (my tailor) today for ‘tailoring class’. I want to learn how to cut cloth- so I went to the one person who I know can. It’s not easy to be around him- it’s like an eternal state of panic; he has submission every hour! In one minute’s time, he cuts the sleeves for a dress that is already into stitching, receives two phone calls- one from angry auntie asking for due date; and the other from anxious auntie asking for her lost material, yells at his assistant for not shrinking the lining cloth, attends to a customer looking for directions, and receives a delivery from the embroidery department. Phew. And this is what he does every minute of the day. Psycho. And I went up to him asking for tailoring ‘lessons’. Hehe...All I could do was to sit in front of him, and somehow, learn something on his way to make ends meet. I learnt a lot, though. Only he’s too fast for me to register everything in just one sitting. I hope to go back- next week. Hard life, it is.

Lot of time on hand these days...somehow when you have plenty of it, time does seem to not accommodate 2000 things; I hardly realize how an entire day goes away in just lounging about in the house. When I think of all that I managed to do in the same time span last year, it amuses me.

I have started posting in my blog every alternate day. But when I write in my diary, I don’t write with the intent of posting it all; I constantly remind myself that it is my diary, and I will write whatever I feel like writing in it- the blog is just a part of the diary. I think that’s why there is no pressure when I am typing; I am still writing with the same ‘innocence’ as before. And also the fact that my blog is not real-time with my diary helps, too.

Some time back, on my way to college, I saw this poster on the rear glass of a car- ‘My wife keeps saying that I never listen to what she says...or something like that.’ Hahaha...I laughed all the way to college that day; felt so cheerful- the traffic didn’t bother me at all. Humor is such a wonderful gift.