Malvika's Ramblings

In position

Going to fire all the ammo shortly.

I’m

Lurch.

what day is it?

Tonight’s got the flavour of decadence. But no .. the morning was sweet and wet n drippy.. clean and fresh n breezy. No liquor goes down a day like that. But then it’s night and all you got is puddles. And a peppery sip seems just right.

now is what you call normal

Vasundhara took her friends to her room and I thought wow. How does one do that? Isn’t it oppressing (scary)? Face to face conversation. In a room. Agenda: talk. Isn’t that when you just kinda get really aware of pauses and laughter and trying-to-lighten-up-statements and ice-breaking-compliments and walls. (Psst.. rule: Keep joking or is it rant-night?) Interviews.. now those are easier. Briefs.. can do. Then came a different phase – Queen of small talk. Now is the phase I can’t put my finger on.

flickr

this must be real. No. THIS must be real.

ToDAy

copyslut, not copywriter

Note my number down

Easier to get print-outs than find pens.

Beau Brummel style

I am trying very hard to not try very hard.

Shoulds by a nagrik

We should be able to BLOCK and then UNBLOCK our credit/debit cards, due to sofa linings, laundry pockets, drawer sides, bedsheet rumples, nooks n crannies of life y'know.

We should of course, also be able to book roundtrip tickets on the Indian railways website in one go.

On me

i got some sweet-smelling deo and now it's on me! yech... uaaghhh.. Moral of the story: Don't attempt to change. It stinks.