So I've got my assured paper evidence -- tickets -- to rightfully enter the Buddy Guy concert in New Delhi. I've also increased the clippings on the board facing me at work, I don't see any reason why I must disclose this arbit news to you but anyway. Another week has whooshed by me, its like imagine being hit by a train and then standing up to collect your remnants. There's actually no very scientific and mathematical reason why my computer screen seems to be switching off on its own. More than many times, I personally feel suckered into smooching it an eternal goodnight. I suppose it would wreck my career if I'm remembered by the sight of it.

Wednesday evening was the launch of Sarnath's graphic novel, The Barn Owl's Wondrous Capers released at the British Council. Sarnath, more a friend and less a 'contact' now was looking all different without his Bob Marley-sort locks. It was undeniably the best launch I have ever attended and enjoyed. He projected his graphic novel in a graphic-novel style film on the huge screen, with all that narration and sound effects. I was over-awed to see some of the tiniest hidden ironies in those small boxes, some pictures contradicting the spoken-bubble and the sheer brilliance and voyeurism of his humour. A classic Sarnath from the maker of Corridor.

Got very, but not that very, drunk that evening. I randomly met the Pirate who was stoned and smashed out of his wits. In the middle of the party, we both were sounding like two deaf people talking while Jalebee Cartil (don't know what provoked them this nice name) played some very trippy music. That amplified if you stared longer at those embers.

Everyone was there, surely no sight of sweet Em who has left for Bombay, it seems for a considerable time. It was pretty neat to meet Duck of Destiny who promised he will update his blog very soon, and I spotted Annie for a good half-a-minute before I couldn't find her. I realised that if you're a flamboyant drinker then you must try drinking whiskey with apple juice, it looks very fancy. But actually tastes like piss, I think.

Omi dropped me at Vaz's place in Saket. The lot were shooting whiskey with coke, I couldn't leave them weeping on the floor so I of course drank as well.

Few hours later, had to drop people around the city. Cheesy looking cops stopped us delayed us further, begging, and quite literally for some dough. Later slept at 4 forgetting that a morning tuition at 9 the next day. Made it for that. A head spinning self met Sarnath again to interview him at 12 straight after the class, the interview kept crashing into random conversations. Remember: don't interview him, if you talk its easier. Head for work after that filed everything and figured the nuts and bolts. Evening more chaotic: Haze had two gig meant for review. Met Smrits, sweet as always, who seemed extremely flustered with her work. Went through some not-very-good-music while I sipped two glasses of wine as Rasna. Smrits called this morning with some terrible news about last evening after I left. My head floating somewhere on my shoulders, I sat through it, asl watching two fat women wearing skirts who I wanted to offer my muffler.

Crashed into bed, read a little and was woken up to see the President of our country waving for 2 hours constantly at the marches. Man, ugliness is one thing, looking stupid is another.