The wires at the backside of my computer create quite a maze...a dirty one, too...covered with dust..Sometimes I wonder how India would be without dust. No visible earth. No dharti. I don’t know whether I would like that. I’m still on the hunt for things that create a feeling of indianness.

They said provide excess storage to avoid clutter. I think there is more than excess storage facility in my room. Yet it is eternally cluttered. I don’t get it. What does ‘clutter’ mean? Things lying around on the bed? Or just about anything out of its place? Wht if something does not have an assigned place? Like my cell phone? Or my jacket?

Ive been thinking about the character of the clothes that I wear. What is it that makes them my clothes? What is ‘me’? What kind of character do I want my clothes to have? Indian? Contemporary Indian? Modern Indian? Comfortable? My clothes today are a collection of colours that seem ‘comfortable’ to my eyes. I never buy things that ive seen a model wear. I have clothes ranging from ‘truly Indian goody girl’ to ‘comfortable contemporary international woman’. What am I? What do I want to be?

What’s with the night and panic for every Indian woman? Why are we made to fear the dark? Why does 7pm go hand in hand with “GET THE HELL HOME AS SOON AS YOU CAN!!”? Does this time address more to the Indian housewife who is supposed to be at home before her husband gets there? Or is it addressing the undeniable fact that we are, after all, women; and that we aren’t safe outside in the night? This argument is beyond the point of injustice- im asking for reasoning. Why don’t we shift our timings so that the sun rises at 8 and sets at 9? Wouldn’t that prove to be a lot more productive and livable? How about daylight savings? Or is it that we attach too much sentiment with the ‘rising of the sun’ and cannot think of it as something that can be humanly modified? We’re still living in the tenth century.

I dont usually finish up all my pocket money for a month.. I keep some for the petrol till the last day...like i had a hundred for today but i didnt need it. So i treated myself to some ice cream...i dont think u know, but i eat ice cream very often, and alone. Everybody else thinks its crazy to eat alone, but i think it's a nice experience. I love the startled looks on people's faces...i usually give them looks like "hello, is something the matter?" hehe.... Life’s good fun...