hrmph hrmph !!!

Well, yes when you have to go through password recovery mode to login into your own blog, you know its been a long while since u logged in cuz you have been doing what are u are best at being lazy sonofab**** !!!!

Well, not really though. Cuz I do have another blog, where I do post quite often. Anonymously I do, but I do. Double lives yet again, you ask !?!

Much has changed, in case u haven't noticed. Right, how will you !? Never did I log in now, did I !?

I lost oodles of weight [and then gained twice as much]
Mandira got married [yes, married: insert shriek]
I have not spoken to Anitha in over a year
I am no more a corporate slave
I am no more a slave to my family business.
I am FINALLY an Interior Designer.

Right. Interior Designer. Me. Design consultant, that is what I call myself, fancy !? wannabe !?! well a mix of both, shall we say !!!

I am turning 25. Soon enough. To say I am scared shitless is an understatement. Most people I know are milking money and I just changed careers. An MBA turned Interior Design Consultant. Sounds all oooh-he's-following his dreams kind, no !? Dabling with design journalism too. Inside Outside, Mint, Better homes and gardens. and a bit of styling too. Better homes and gardens.

Fun.

I like.

I like lot.

and its 3 quaters past 5 am. As tempted as I am to write, I should sleep, because the sun outside my window has begun to shine. And I promised myself, after procrastinating all through friday and saturday, I would get some work done on sunday.

But I still went out drinking
I drank more than I should have.

Vodka with Cranberry
Vodka with sprite
Vodka with coke

I did not have the shot tho, however, I did eat the triple shezwan rise [thats how rajput spells it] at 3.30 am. And I have a deeveedee to watch before I sleep. And oh, I have gotten fat enough to know be able to see my peepee when I bend.

I miss you ani. Lots. Hope you're taking good care of yourself.

here, a picture from manidra's wedding. And oh, kindly ignore the fact that my head looks larger than my body, and on my larger-than-his-body-head, my eyes look squinted.

and the world cries " Whatever happened to good old fashioned photogenic ravi !?"




p.s I also did drop food [butter chicken] on cee's uber-cool-super-expensive satya paul tie.