What is life without drinks and drama and scandals and ideals and fights and dissatisfactions? Would we be entirely happy if there was no "sad". Would we like to love if there was no pain? Does it matter where we are going? Could we love two people at one time? Why is "wrong" so bad and "right" always good? Why doesn't all lands belong to every man? When will things change? Will they ever change?

Living alone....aaah! Can't open a bottle of pickle :(

The giant gorge between ACT I and ACT II

The fear of the unknown is deeply inherent in all of us. ACT I was wonderful. It was clear, precise and a whole lot of fun. But suddenly everything has come to a standstill. ACT II is staring at me, in the face but there is a giant gorge between my last mark on ACT I and the other side/ACT II.

Chances are:
A. I may never get to the other side.
B. I may try but fall into the dark abyss.
C. Or make that one giant leap and get across.

The decision shall be made in exactly 10 mins (hopefully).
I set 2pm as my deadline.

How to stay happy, not drink and kill yourself?

Google can try but not make you happy. But at least Google tries.
Warm drinks versus cold ones. Cold, bitter ones. Bitter-sweet ones.
Alienating love from sex, sex from love...sense and sensibility from both.
Stuffing your face with food won't help. What would?
Yoga would not. A night out is temporary relief.
We're all on the edge, we may pop, we may drop.
Spill over and that's the end.
So the question still remains...how to stay happy, not drink and kill yourself.

In the mood for love...

And I would watch In the Mood for Love over and over again, because of Chris Doyle.

And tomorrow we shall shoot the famous "3-5". We shall either survive it or not.

Nightmare, rainy New York day, sunset at 3:30pm and the weight of impending deadlines. Back in India I would light a Classic Mild and go out for coffee with my friend. Right now, I'd just talk to myself = blog, roll tobacco, smoke it and get back to work. Does this make me feel better? I sure hope so.

The beginning...

She was an ordinary girl fighting the same battles as everybody else. She was trying to find herself. She was trying to be somebody worthwhile. She was doing all this while she was living in two countries together. With a whole future lying in front of her at America she had friends, family and loved ones in India. She may have travelled many many miles away from her homeland but was she ever able to leave it?

Her pc was still set on India time while her wrist watch was ticking along the Eastern time. Life may have separated her from where she belonged but her heart, her mind never allowed that to happen. And what was really so wrong about living in two countries together? It wasn't like cheating or anything. It's not even a matter of switching on and off. The two spaces perfectly co-existed for her. Mere physical presence was not everything.

Giving up on one thing for a new pursuit was not for her. Why couldn't she love two places at the same time. Why couldn't she have what she had and have some more? This was not a dilemma, not some sort of psychosis. This was a fact. She was living and loving two countries together.