Mismatched edges annoy me these days. “Why couldn’t it have a 6mm groove at the junction??!”, “..that ugly edge just has to go..”, “..a 15mm offset is simply unacceptable - WHAT were you thinking?!!”. Hehe.. it’s the RMA effect :)

I’m in Bangalore these days. ‘home’. No, I don’t feel it. Home is where the heart is, and that’s in Mumbai. I cannot understand why, but I would rather be in Mumbai than in Bangalore. Weird. Reverse home-sickness. She said it beautifully in the movie – “Everybody likes a city not because of its general character, but because of the presence of special people who make the experience unforgettable.” Can these special people be a collective? I cannot trace the existence of one single person who makes me love my Mumbai life – maybe it’s the absence of ‘those close ones’ and subsequently the acceptance that there is in fact, nobody. I’m completely on my own in Mumbai – and I love it. There are a hundred things to do, see, watch and view any given day. And the most important thing that I enjoy, I think, is the ability to roam around on my own – I don’t need a driver or an alarm clock – I can go wherever I want, till quite late into the night – I don’t have to beg someone else to help me do things I want to do. Yeah, I think that’s what I love most. Noone to continuously give updates to, noone to please. Only myself. I likes :)

Photoshoot, baby !

‘2 states’ is a good book to read one day before valentines’ day. It makes me think. Is it really all worth it, the massive family match making and the trouble? Would it simply not be easier to marry someone whose family is not the enemy? Honestly, I think it’s a logistical nightmare to live through a life of constant bickering and finger pointing. Of course, it’s not like there will be shortages of arguments, but what’s the harm in reducing the number? Shilpy asked me not to read the book for fear of depression, but it has been good food for thought. And it has contributed towards my tilting inclination towards arranged marriages.