There is a
war in Syria, Congo, problems in Iran and Spain and between China and Japan,
the Middle East is messier than a plate of food in a one-year old’s hand and
the European Union has become the butt of a lot of new jokes.
Meanwhile
there are terms like ‘cuts’, ‘silhouettes’; materials like brocade, felt and
trends like the peplum and spikes and studs when you write about fashion. They
do matter and make a difference. Duhh.
Incidents
world over have proved that having a pair of ovaries and mammary glands each
aren’t your best assets. The Anglican Church doesn’t want Bishops with them and
drunk, sleazy vagabonds in India apparently aren’t getting enough of them.
There isn’t
a lot of difference between Indian and British politics. The colonial
connection is as clear as day. It’s crazy.
In other
news it remains to be seen if it’s Kim Kardashian or Kate Middleton who’ll have
the glitziest, most media hyped delivery.
The world
hasn’t ended. Ha! In your face, Mayans. But for a few millions of Indians the
world has come crashing down- God has stepped down from One day Internationals.
I’m on the lookout for a new religion. Ideas, folks?
To have or
not to have? The debate on guns is as enlightening as the chicken and egg
conundrum. In Manchester two cops died for lack of them and in the U.S innocent
children and temple goers died because some random psycho did.
Journalism
is on the cusp of change. Or so they say. BBC/Jimmy Saville scandal, The
Leveson Inquiry report etc etc etc. As long as I get a job…
On the
personal front,
In London,
Autumn isn’t a riot of colours, and winters aren’t COLD. I’m too scared to hope
about spring. It rains here and that’s wonderful because it’s clean. And I have
constant access to hot chocolate.
Ballet is…
an experience. I highly recommend it. As is living on your own.
Writing
about things because you HAVE to, is an exercise in procrastination and
performing under pressure. There are ways to make it rewarding too. I still
need to hunt for a few apart from positive feedback and comments from
professors.
Once a
literature student, always a literature student.
Writing.
Snorts, sniggers. Just one word- blog archives.
Oh yeah,
the Bombayite (yes, I like calling it Bombay, sue me) is now on her way to
becoming a Londoner and a journalist. It’s not always easy; it’s mostly fun, and
yayiee? This still has to sink in.
Dear 2013,
please replicate the pleasant surprises of 2012, let news writing involve more
happy things and less of war, deaths, rapes, murders, scams and quoting The 88
“give me some more time in a dream, give me the hope to run out of steam”.
Here’s to
the beginning of another 12 years before we’re flooded with a new swarm of apocalyptic
scares and funny/stupid/catchy adverts like this one.
Falak
PS: Happy
New Year :D