Delhi times

Back in what Telegraph WEekend Metro Roundup refers to as The Capital, (whenever i wrote in it, the report would begin, This week, the Capital saw…) and its funny to be around people again. suddenly the CR park flat, which had seemed so roomy when i moved from mayur vihar, seems very small – and its really strange to be around people who a) talk and b) stay awake after 1030 pm. stoob is the same, and has a funny hairstyle. meeting my sister after quite a while, which is good; we did our now ritual dinner and exchange of valuable news session at flames, and many people must have felt chills down their spine far away.

got myself a new phone connection, am Hutching it for a change, because AirTel has started sponsoring VCDs and puts annoying ads in the middle – in the middle of the bride’s coffin scene in kill bill 2, stupid airtel ads start playing. How To Lose A Customer, say i, and also say that how to steal a million is such a wonderful film. saw it again after a long time just before leaving.

its my birthday tomorrow, and i will finally be of Delhi drinking age. i cant wait to try 😀

reread sarnath’s corridor; it seemed the right thing to do on returning to delhi. nice relaxed afternoon curled up under a blanket though it wasnt really cold.

theres a william dalrymple launch tomorrow at oxford. wondering if i shuold go. havent seen the bookstore, so maybe i should.

spoke to a lot of the bloggers i read regularly, happy birthday to one of them, and yes, im awake now, to jabberwock. and yes, i am online, though i said i didnt know when i would be. walked around muttering until i found a cybercafe. read antara’s rant on the outlook sex survey with much amusement, specially since i talked to soma, who wrote it, about half an hour before coming here.

havent submitted my book yet, though i should have – the deadline is december 31, after all, and i have spent about two weeks away from it now. theres time yet for a reread and edit, following the Gaiman Commandments as outlined previously.