Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Waiting impatiently for Raj Thackeray to ring my doorbell and urge me to speak in Marathi. I shall have a lot to say to him - in English or Hindi, of course. Will touch upon on the holocaust and the Indian constitution, as well. Wondering whether to offer him a nice cuppa - but not sure. That depends on the number of Y security men he comes with - only have 4 teacups at home. My inner cynic tells me that I'll be waiting in vain, though. Bet his door-to-door beat will be restricted to Shivaji Park and Parel.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
On Wednesday, I say goodbye to working in an office forever! Am absolutely certain that I'm done with it for life. No more alarm clocks, no more snapping, snarling and screaming at tardy BH to hurry up, no more dashing to autograph an annoying muster and no more smiling politely at clients I would love to pour steaming hot coffee on - with sugar, so ants bite them. I'm free to do what I want with my time till I die. There's nothing more precious than that in the world. The strains of Born Free are playing in my head. Luverly!