It’s early in the a.m. and I’m nearly out of water. Was ever a maid so by troubles beset? Which reminds me, I really must learn another language someday. English and a smattering of everything else cannot be considered enough.
It’s now one day short of a fortnight that my insomnia has set in. Looks like a new phase of it now, though. Initially I couldn’t sleep till dawn and then I dozed all day and was no use to man or beast. Now I fall asleep early and wake up before dawn. Now why didn’t this happen when I was in school and needed to not fall asleep over my books?
I have decided to utilize my time resourcefully and therefore I shall now nip off to do my French homework. But before that I shall give a short summary of the time it’s been:
I’m teaching a guy called Dhrupad French. One class done so far. Five more to go.
George is getting married on 26th, at Vizag. Big party at my place on 24th. Right after, will leave for the sleepy ol’ hometown. Esha’s a bridesmaid, btw.
Learnt to tango at Dana’s yesterday, with Ifti. Well, that’s a bit of an exaggeration. Let’s put it like this: after a bit more practice I will be able to follow Ifti smoothly while he leads me across the floor! Maybe I’m being too hard on myself. It wasn’t too bad by the end of it. And Dana’d made a yummy chip dip.
Came home to find myself being called down to dinner by Mejopishi. She’d had guests and so there were fish fry, mutton and pulao leftovers. Oh and it was Mithi’s birthday, which party was dutifully attended by Baba. He had been invited, a few weeks ago. I did not receive any invitations, and I am her cousin and therefore have greater claims than the previous generation! All this buttering up… they must have picked it up from Chhotima! :-)
Both terms papers have been submitted for the term. One more class test tomorrow (Lit of 1800-1900?) and the sem will be over. Exams from 4th to 10th Jan. Am wondering whether I’ll go to Allahabad for Ma’s baperbari’s annual retreat after that. Probably not. But it does sound fun. And I want the diversion.
The verdict’s out: ‘Measure for Measure’ is officially not a hit. (That’s called diplomatic lingo.) But it has received some wildly varying criticism. Some hated the costumes… Subhro loved them. Some couldn’t stand Karma… others thought he was hot. Some were intrigued by the gender change… others thought it didn’t work. What can you say, it’s tough to please them all. Arup K Dutt wrote about it in the Sat supplement (Statesman) yesterday. He was referring to Andy’s Companion to Indian Theatre and mentioned how Andy doesn’t shy away from hands-on theatre himself… experiments, often with disastrous effect!
French beckons, so toodle-oo.