00:14IST
Big Dining Hall, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India

Up at 9!!! Dressed to go to the mall to buy prezzie for sister. Back. Horrendous body ache and unbearable abdomenal pain. THAT utterly stupid but not-so-pointless time of the month. Gym cancelled. Started reading my new book on Eeendian phoreign poleeceee by an authoritative figure known as Ramachandaran Guha. Hoping it would be good. Slept to ease the pain. Pain eased off tiny bit. Up. Green tea. Interneting. My awesome Cardiff friend is coming to India this summer!!! Will get him to clean his bottom with hands and water, instead of posh toilet paper. :D haa-bloody-haa-haa-haa. Walked on the terrace. Pain finding its way back. Wished HAPPIE BUDDAAY to sis and played  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EM9pkTUQgvk Pain back in full force now :/ Goodnight.

00:40IST
Toy Room, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India

Up at 11. Gymming gymming gymming. Think I fancy my instructor a teeny-weeny bit. He's got a nice smile and super strong shoulders. Back. Bath. Lunch. Nap. Rode a sweet-man's rik to Pacific Mall with sister to buy a birthday present for the other sister. Found nothing. But had a good time, meandering about, making fun of the mannequins and trying on different perfumes. Coffee. Home. Yapped with mum and sisters. Online interneting. Dinner. Post-dinner walk on the terrace, another moonlit night. Danced. Came down and watched a bit of telly. Now writing to you. An uneventful day with no random thoughts - except those of writing the book. Write the book. Write the book. Write. Write. Write...

00:54IST
Big Dining Hall, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India

Upped at 11. Lazy daisy Sunday morning. Not that the rest are hyper active. All in the head. All in the fucking head. Shuffled about the house. Lunched on beautiful zingy lemony mutton. Got dadi to do champi maalish. My dry, thirsty scalp soaked in the coconut oil after a whole year. Bath. Sleep. Up with coffee and mommie's yumilicious dark chocolate with almond cookie-looking gooey thing. I'm going to be a fat pig. A happie fat pig. Family banter on the latest phones, diets, and papa's ditzy patients. Interneting. Looking for editors of Indian publications online has to be the most frustrating job. No information found. Turned attention to papa, who's been reading a book by a Welsh boy. He asked me about Rhossili Bay, and Mumbles beach, and Worm's Head. Images flashed by. Nostalgia. Sigh. Back to surfing. Done surfing. Walked on the terrace. The moonlight spread a clean white sheet on the ground tonight. Perfect for well-defined shadows. Music in my ears. Spring in my steps. Danced and danced. Nimble fingers and an elegant gait. All in the shadows. Thought about the book. Five years. I need that kind of time. Came down. Yapped with sis. Now sitting next to her, writing to you. Till we meet again, tomorrow. Goodnight.

00:06IST
Toy Room, Indepuri
New Delhi, India

First, a recap of yesterday's events

Friday, 22 February 2013

Up at 6am. Forgot where I was. Panic. Remembered, the mellow room. Smiled to self. Fell in and out of sleep till about 10am. Got up for the day. Not having anything to do, played word-mapping with the word 'smoke.' Went a little crazy and ended up with associations like 'dervishes' and Casper and dreams. Fun. Friend finally got up and things started getting active in the flat, as loud grunge music began to blast through his kickass speakers. I was getting hungry and restless. Put my phone on charge and went out to Greenpark market. The walk from his flat to the market was a nightmare. Moments of disorientation combined with loss of direction plus heat and traffic did not go well. I started crying in the middle of the road and came back halfway through. Got hold of my phone and things and took a rikshaw to the market. Bought my book, sat at a coffee shop for three hours - reading the book and watching people. Fun. Fivish, headed out towards Daryaganj to meet a dear old friend. Beautiful meeting. Walked till Pragati Maidan (its a long walk, but time passed by quickly because of good company). Bid farewell to friend. Met another friend at Greenpark. Crazy full-of-fun friend. Dinnered on spicy chicken parotha and fish curry. Downed a lot of Thumbs-ups. Walked to a coffee shop. Poured my soul to her. Felt better about life. Talked till 3am. Sleep. Goodnight.


Today, Saturday, 23 Februaru 2013
Up at 5am, to thunderous claps of the clouds and sudden bolts of lightening and a downpour. Outside smelt of fresh wet earth. Happiness. Came home. Went to gym. Came home. Shower. Sleep. Up. Had coffee and peanut butter on toast. Papa was making everyone laugh by telling my tales of childhood tantrums. Ha dee haa. Read. Dinner. Rain. Walk in the balcony. Phone calls. Now here. To you, a happy goodnight.
:)

01:57IST
The Mellow Room, Gautam Nagar
New Delhi, India

Upped at 11am! Score!! Wrote emails to prospective employers, so that my awesome self tumbled into their inbox just as they sat for their lunchie-munchie break.  Crazy gymming session. My muscles are crying with an inflamed pain. Home. Shower. Lunched on mommie's super-spicy paneer parantha. Dressed. Stepped out in the hazy sunlight. Reached Nizamuddin Auliya's dargah hoping for a surreal session of qawwali. The endless humanity humbled me. Attended a little bit of the qawwali. Was chatted up by a Kashmiri boy with sunlit eyes and a sunshine smile. In a happie mood, headed out. A kiwi lemonade, pointless banter, Maggie and adrak chai later, I'm writing you, this shitty write. Shitty because I'm feeling too happie to write, in this mellow yellow room.  Prettiness prevails:) ok goodnight.

00:03IST
Big Dining Hall, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India

Up at noon again. Back-breaking gymming. Every bone of my being aches. Came back. Lunched on yummy roti and palak paneer. Walked on the roof, in the sun, watching the birds fly by, across a hazy blue sky. Came down. Fell on the bed and slept for an hour. Up. Coffee. Interneting. Really needs a job now I do. Sisters came into the room with their plates of mommie's tangy fish curry. Watched a bit of telly with them. Roadies gets nonsensical as the years roll by. The anchor looked more aggressive. The judges looked more bored. Those getting auditioned just seem demented. Oh well. Walked on the terrace again. Spoke to an old friend after a long time. Felt quite happy for that half hour. Came down. Papa checked my BP. This machine tightens around your arm making it hard to breathe. How the hell is anyone supposed to relax?? Of course I wasn't expecting that. Of course I tensed. Of course BP showed a higher number than normal. Checked second time. Normal. Phew. Now writing to you.

My writes are just descriptive. Not very reflective. Why should they be? Reflections are deceptive. Goodnight.

23:46 IST
Big Dining Hall, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India

Between the last post and now, I have wanked, worked, travelled, lost my belongings, fallen in love, seen fantasies come to life, cried, stuffed my face, talked beautiful thoughts, packed up, bid farewell to beautiful people and left my comfort zone. Now, I'm utterly disoriented, disillusioned, disenchanted, and almost disgusted at self for doing such a thing.

So here I am. Back in Delhi. The city of my firsts - hazy sight, cowdung smell, honks for sound and dust for touch. Circle of life. Back to where it all began. Bah.

Today was spent sleeping till noon. Woke up and walked to Gold Gym. No Pain No Gain - goes the tagline in bold gold lettering. A beefcake instructed me to do the workouts. Treadmill + crosstrainer + weights (too heavy for me!) + too-many-stomach-crunchies later I was red-faced and ready to go back to bed. Walked home. Lunched. Slept. Up. Sipped coffee and bantered with the sisters (two bright bulbs in my mostly dim existence). Emailed prospective employers for a prospective employment. Dinnered. Walked. Now, on the internet again, writing you.

I promise I will try to be less irregular. You are after all, the only continuous proof of my pointless existence.