strange week. met so many friends. suffered severe creative blog. ate divine food at o calcutta. my new haunt. posto, bhaat, machher jhol, chicken cutlets, malai curry, radha bulabi, mishti doi. aye jeevan.
shopped for upholstry and stuff for my own house for a change. feels good.
walked out half way through harry potter. anorther decent book made terribly into a book. the only films that did justice to a book are "great expectation" (infact the book is lousy and the film fantabulous) and breakfast at tiffany's. i so hated the potter trash. first of all rowling is no blyton. these silly kids skip blyton. its sacrilege. i was brought up on a healthy dose of famous five and secret seven. potter is playing to the galleries. rowling is like a call center pleasing the consumerist kid. ughs. the dumbledore in the fil was bad. padma and parvati as token indians were daft and sirius was barely there. harry played by dimwit cant act.
aparna sens '15 park avenue' releases on the 2nd of dec. hope i can catch first day first show.
am addicted to sex and the city.
want to read ismat chugtai in hindi (since urdu i ccant). the english translations are a tad insipid.
want to read zadie smith.
want to read two lives.
want the new madonna album.
want to buy a car.
want to fall in love.like ghalib's famous nazm goes.....bahut nikle mere armaan lekin phir bhi kam nikle.