message in a bottle (02.2003 - 09.2008)

( Come Closer )

Dear Reader,

Something tells me that my charming posts and witty comments weren’t really missed but here, in Sunshine Land, we like to be optimistic. We believe that you frantically checked your friends page every morning, began scrolling even before the page could fully load, in the hope to catch a few enamoring words by yours truly.

Well, your wait has finally come to an end. I shall first begin with the obligatory update of what I have been up to all this while. I know, I know, you have been spending sleepless nights wondering about my disappearance.

So, between my last worthy post and today, I have broken my promise to self – twice. I went ahead and got my greedy self this and then, this. Today, my greedy self is extremely happy and materialistically content. The ban on happiness is officially over!

Besides indulging myself in sleek gizmos, I have also been reading. Amy Tan has a new fan. Her books are found unputdownable by the sunshine girl. Patricia Cornwell is the other lady author whose methodical crime descriptions have me hooked.

And, I have finished watching Carnivale, the weirdest show ever. But by the end of second season, I was totally struck by the weirdo called Management. And Lost is back but I hardly ever reach home by 9pm on Thursday nights to catch the show. I need DVDs of season two. My birthday ain’t till November, but you can be nice and give me an early gift. I won’t complain, promise.

Oh, and since I am talking about every thing possible, I might as well tell you that I loved Omkara to bits. Besides the great points you all have already discussed, I loved the film for its filthy language. Never in my life had I heard so many curses in one day. But, I have not watched KANK, and the entire universe is successfully conspiring to ensure that it stays that way.

About time I shut up. I’ll save up for the next post. Ta.

* Subject line inspired by this.

So the much dreaded Delhi winter is almost here. The days are shorter and I cannot read my book on my way home from work anymore. What does a girl do when she cannot read her book? Listen to music, of course. Now, I am this iPod-less poor girl, who has to make do with a select few songs on her cellular phone that has 41 MB memory only. Less memory combined with my inexcusable laziness in changing my playlist every other day resulted in boredom after listening to the same songs for the first three days of the week. On Thursday evening, I switched to Radio.

The good thing about listening to the radio on my cellular phone is that I can change the staion with the slightest push of the tip of my thumb. This enables me to listen to non-stop music (not necessarily good music, but non-stop nonetheless) by switching stations as soon as a song ends. Or at least I thought so.

I remember when the private radio stations first hit Delhi back in 2003, Radio Mirchi was my favorite out of the three stations. The RJs were livelier, puns were mildly funnier, and the jazz worked for me. Things seem to have changed now. I discovered, this Thursday, that Radio Mirchi hardly plays any music. I think they ask their peon to randomly pick some seven CDs from their library every morning and then play the same songs over and over, all day long. Sometimes, the peon takes an off, and they play the same music all week long. However, they do have a wide range of advertisements. So, everytime a 'Salam Namaste' song ends, there is a string of twenty two advertisements followed by a meaningless comment by the RJ. And, then they play a song from 'Neil and Nikki'.

On Friday, I realized that I cannot do this. I cannot listen to advertisements on three different radio stations all through the winter. Until the days get longer again, I have to bring out my GBA. So, here I am, with a spanking new cartridge of Ultimate Spiderman and a borrowed Advance Wars 2. Homeward journey should be fun again.