Curiosity...

... killed the cat. One wonders why.

That's all.

(This is my The-Devil-Wears-Prada moment... please observe silence for a few beers)

Spelling Arrivederci: To See If I Can

I have arrived... and strangely enough, despite being me, I don't quite know whether I should italicize have or arrived. And hence:

1) I have arrived.

2) I have arrived.

Take your pick. Either ways. After two bus journeys, misguided (unguided?!?) autorambos, assorted traffic signals, two blisters on different feet, and two-and-sumfing inch heels. And they say Alexander was a fighter? Ha!

And what about those dragons, hmmm?!? Faster Igor... faster.

The last week's been a trifle cyan, if you know what I mean. And then on Friday I go to sleep at ten thirty, wake up to screams elevenish... and the red and gold burst out of nowhere. I've always liked being me in an abstract sort of manner. Now, until the next accident ambles into collision path, I like being me at this particular time in presentory. So yes... as of now, I like being "settled"... if only it didn't sound so like a gamester's bet, I wouldn't mind being so for the entire of my life. As it is, I think I'll give it the coming ten years. And S, if you're reading this, the office has got to be in red-and-gold... and P can choose the shades for her tattoo corner.

I'm too moved for anything else today... it's strange how unsettling settling in can be. Meanwhile, if anyone wants to help... rattle off books with dragons in them... in starring roles if possible... the obscurer the book the better it smells.

Maybe I am religious.

Clarification: Un-titled due to celebration.

Burp!

I've been gone quite some time... again. Consistency has always been a problem the evil triplet-twin of my 3rd multiple personality has had to deal with... that and a justified jelly bean fixation. More on that on 6th April.

Meanwhile... the interview happened. And that's all I have to say about that. Though the heels looked good. So did the hair. I got it cut to look like Sandy's... the neigbourhood pomerian. And the interviewers had nice cookies. Chocolate. Not chocolate chips, which shows their sterling character. And that is not a pun... as if I'd stoop to sumfing that low.

The semester results materialized out of nowhere as usual. I'd be suicidal if I wasn't convinced of the capitalist-conspiracyist nature of modern education, and of my own innate worth which makes me indispensable to the emerging world order. Wise quips on the next counter please... we take cash.

The winter placement's been panning out fine... just the right dash of sporadic. Absenteeism is a good motto to have. Since I've already booked dark chocolate. Also since I've been back home for quite some time now, my system is now almost purged of coffee... I don't look like a Gary-Cooper-meets-Dev-Anand version of a Woody Allen protagonist dancing to Bappi's Disco Dancer on a Friday afternoon. I understand that's a lot of images to work through. Hire a manicurist.

And when I make my Bank-of-England-loads of money, I'll buy two houses. One will only be a pretend house where I'll never live and I could always tell people I wasn't home when they called. I mean, really, if I wanted to call you over, I'd have taken you out anyway. To The Park - it has immense religious significance at least till the end of this week.

P.S. I was in the queue for a temporary gate pass in the Supreme Court the other day, when this other lawyer told me to cut the line and get the pass made... "know your status as a lawyer". That stuck. I don't quite know why. But it did. Not good or bad, you know... just very, very adhesive.