Staying in office late to generate ideas but actually spacing out on the really loud Coldplay track originating from the graphics room. In one month of house hunting I have had no luck. Everyday i have answered calls from Mukesh, Harinder, Vasu, Rahul, Valsan, Rajan. I have met them at McDonalds in GK 1 market, opposite seedy cinemas in Jungpura, outside GK Residency Hotel, opposite various ICICI bank ATMs. I have seen two-room sets, corridor houses, barsati's, sprawling flats, news flats, Mughal architecture-specked flats. But no House for Mangs.
Last night met Alaphia, which I had long wanted to do. Ever since her Andamans stories, anyway. TC was visited. Lots of fun was had, though I suspect there was great potential for more! Still... she's here another week. Also saw eM again. Which reminds me that i want to do another blogger story... except in this one look at women bloggers asserting their identity on the Net and looking at whether they are far more sexual in their Net avatar than they would be in person. I know some who are.
