The month that definitely did happen, else I wouldn't be writing about it.

This is no time for introspection. This isn't time for anything but a pillow. It's got flowers and pink. So does the quilt.

But the fluff shall wait.

The month did not wait for a breath or stance. It just happened.

First off, I am going to Hamburg. Yep. It happened. Ad School awaits.
I got done with the elusive portfolio earlier this month. Sent it over as was destined and it took the fine peeps from Miami Ad School a bat of an eyelid. I will always take that as a compliment. I've been advised a minor detour from graphic design for, perhaps, a more fetching option - art direction. I pounced at it. I'm going to Hamburg. Right now, in this tiny bubble, that's all that matters.

But you win some, and lose some. And I'm going to have to relocate as of mid November, head back to India and find myself a visa, in the iron slum labyrinth of Chennai. I am not a fan. Alas, it must be done.

Dubai oscillates for me. Creeps in and out of mind, clouding judgement with instantly gratifying opportunity and then slipping in itchy truth and then back to the tonic. It is a strange place with strange people and strange ways. It has an ability to suggest Utopic potential to its patrons and when the inebriation wears off, it reveals its organised chaos. That is Dubai. Chaotic - in mind, heart and action. It blurs boundaries of right and wrong and encourages "opportunity". It isn't all bad. I wouldn't suggest that. And since all of this literature is personal, I am just going to say, 'just not my kind of place'.

You keep yourself busy enough in the dust storm though, and you don't have the time to think. Good ploy.

In other news, Dravid gets dropped from the team. Unforgivable.

Wake Up Sid finds a footnote. Ayaan Mukherjee will hold my attention, I sense. Ranbir Kapoor will not. Konkana Sen though. Sigh. We like Konkana Sen.
Cliche idea, well executed. Definitely worthy of a Sunday afternoon escape.
Note: Bollywood needs more movies like this one. Something with a little bit of heart in it. And minus too many elementary fuck-ups.

That's all for now I sense. IKEA cot beckons.

To what lies ahead!