Friday, January 11, 2008

Of all the fuck ups I've made, I've never enjoyed any of them. (Well maybe a few of them) But then who counts. And who must. Oh and what misery. I grant you, I grant you all. But only if you ask, and only if you please. For the list is long, and our lies a song. The reasons are few, the seasons are blue.
The trouble with waking up at 6.30 in the mornings these days is that it ensures my days are fucked. It's really true. Somewhere around 10 I come awake as the nicotine smudged in caffeine kicks in.
So it was good to head to Samit Basu's book launch the other day. Noida bound I rarely get the time to venture into the old familiar side of city. But the launch was a good change. It's the last in his Game World trilogy, The Unwaba Revelations. I'm surprised I didn't see you there.
The launch was successfully different, he nicely pieced some film clips, based on certain themes -- and it was fun to play the trivia game as I watched along. I quite liked the show, the motley gathering was small, perhaps cosy, and I suppose everyone knew someone.
The sour wine poured in. But somehow meeting everyone after a while got me to meet everyone...and it felt like those days when it gets difficult to really speak with a wine slur. But all good.
Knowing Samit, I suppose he's been to the cave and back, writing for all these years. I don't know how exceptional the slog was, but he really looked it. I think he needed that drink more than I did.


Blogger Albert said...

Hey Jerry,

‘been reading your posts, but somehow for being in an indifferent mood I couldn’t make myself comment on your posts. I think like you even I’m struggling for words, struggling to keep myself afloat, so as to survive a meaningless ordeal called “life”. Liked your nov. 3’rd post. Keep them coming.

New Year wishes!

3:18 AM, January 13, 2008  

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