When I was around twenty (or was it twenty one?), I’d made this 25 things to do before 25 list. Looking back now, at the ripe old age of twenty seven, the list is plain silly, and at times reeks of desperation (one of the items on the list was “don’t be a virgin”). Here’s the thing though – with the exception of seeing New York City, I’ve ticked all the boxes, and in some cases I’ve done better than that list ever thought I would. This will tell you two things – the first being that twenty (one) year old me had zero creativity. The second, is that there really is no reason for me to sound as agitated as I do right now, after all, I’d scaled the mountain that I set my sights on when I was younger, did I not?
As it turns out, the mountain is a pedestrian platform and I’m actually a centipede.
Anyway, back to the blog – instead of reposting stuff that I’ve been writing for The Hindu, I’ve decided that instead, I will just go back to sharing mundanities from my life, like how sometime the last week when a director of a major sitcom told me that my review of his show was “nice”. Just Aaron Korsh guys, you know, the director of Suits, no big deal.