Think I may go to Singapore on a junket. Yay. What does one do in Singapore? One buys M&S lingerie and stares wistfully at Vanity Fair. One goes to Orchard Street. To the zoo. Boating on the riverside says mum.
I got an intra call saying "Mangs! You may go to Singapore!". And then a few seconds later a copy of the fax: deputy editor asking editor-in-chief can 'hemangani' (who's that?) go to singapore if you have noone else appropriate in mind? She writes on the subject.
I do??? I write on fashion?? A part of me died. I joined The Hindu cos I wanted to do 'real' journalism right? And already this is my second business trip as lifestyle correspondent. Deepa thrust an Urvashi Butalia 'survive a cruise' piece on me.
It's the Singapore Fashion Week. Hurrah hurrah. Maybe I can wear my glasses and pretend to be the editor of Haper's Bazaar. Is that cutting edge cool? No, really?
The night was insignificant... Oregano opened.. which was nice... except met Rohan's parents and all they remembered of me was that Ro's car broke down near my house after one party. For them to remember that five years later he must have really bitched!
Then went to retro night where Imran Jamal played 'Havanagilla' or however you write it, on the mouth organ! I remembered being taught to dance to it in school. That and the Troika.
