I've been accused of many things in life but never of "celebrity status getting to your head". I've never been one, to begin with, so wouldn't know. But M just knows how to get me back on my hands. She's hit where it hurts most.
So here I am trying to salvage some lost pride from this unwarranted attack. Let me begin with an explanation, though I owe it to none. I've just been taking a sabbatical from blogsphere, and hovering somewhere between tropo-& stratosphere, desperately trying to strike a work-life balance. Am nowhere close to a gymnast, so I've failed miserably. G's been growing up on her own and I am just privy to a few waking hours of her clear, logical sentences that she now strings with amazing alacrity. And of course, I have had the pleasure of being put to sleep with "Nikki Bakshi sweet & Sexy, full of rocking, hot & happening" as lullaby, sung in the most amazingly sweet tone. No wonder she's now "Big Mamma" and I'm the "shmall mamma".
Besides, a bright red Swift now drops and picks me up from office (chauffer-driven and all that jazz). Yes, to hell with the auto fellows! I can do a li'l jig at the very thought that they have two customers less to throw their attitude at. And, at least Rs. 110 less in their bloody pockets!
All my hard work to relaunch the magazine, may not go waste after all. This issue's looking good. All thanks to the designer Wizard. In fact, magazine, magazine, magazine..that's been the only high point in my life till yesterday! (What a contrast to Urmi's;-) )
Yesterday, G got an interview call from the school I want her to go to. Now it's up to us to perform.