This is the world’s most celebrated irony- Penelope Cruz sitting on a modest bench, looking at you with a bright smile- “I’m just like you.” I mean, COME ON!



Taran simply cannot iron her clothes. And I am beginning to realize that it’s not her fault. Not at all. First, we put together 2d fabric to cover a very complex and curved 3d object. And on top of that, we try to flatten it on the ironing table before letting it take shape of the body. Are we crazy or what? If something fits you well, it should be very difficult to iron. And if you see something that can be flattened easily, it’s definitely not meant for the human body. I wonder what fashion designers would think of this.



I feel like going to receive someone from the airport. Not just someone, but someone famous. Someone ‘great’. I want to go and receive Rehman. Or the Olympic champions. I want to be one of the hundreds. I want to cheer and celebrate. It is almost an overwhelming thought- to let go, to dissolve. It’s not about ‘making a difference’ for once. I like it.



I enjoy reading Santosh Desai’s articles in the paper- his writings are a good documentation of time and present an accurate picture of the existing. I love best ‘the death of vulgarity’- I simply cannot summarize the article- the entire article is brilliant. After that I read his view on Mallya ‘buying back Gandhi’s stuff’- about how we “bought back Gandhi’s stuff and sold him down the river”- beautiful. Yesterday he wrote about why the ‘arranged marriage’ still exists in the Indian middle class today- most of it, I did not understand. I assumed that meant the article was good. :)



Time changes things. Exposure modifies personality. "Life changing experience"- I believe it now. I must get settled before I change into something I cannot change.