Newsies

I LOVE writing posts on request. It makes me feel thoroughly important. This particular post is for New Age Scheherazade, who very sweetly and dramatically stated that she NEEDS another post. I shall oblige most delightedly.

First, the important announcements. (Ahem).

I am OFFICIALLY employed. That's right, somebody decided to hire me AND pay me.

I'm moving to Bombay as a consequence of the previous announcement, and its happening soon, probably by this weekend. I anticipate being thoroughly cross and cranky, firstly because I HATE moving, and secondly because I have to find a place to stay in nanoseconds. So, those of you who can stay away from me for the next month or so, count your lucky stars. As for the rest of you, I apologize in advance. I'm NOT an unreasonable, mean banshee, no matter how much you may want to believe the contrary.

I still can't believe someone hired me. Let's see how long I stay hired.

When I'm cooking, my mind goes off on all kinds of trajectories. The other day I was dreaming about how, when I was a child, my dad used to make rotis every morning. To this day I haven't had rotis as wonderfully soft, or perfect in shape. I remember taking rotis for lunch to school, and my friends being routinely amazed at the fact that my dad was such a wonderful cook. I also remember one of them remarking that her dad couldn't even boil water. Strange, the things one remembers.

And one of my latest resolutions is that I need to replenish my self respect in a big way. I'm going to cultivate an ego the size of a football field. Why, you ask? Who says I have to tell you?

P.S.: - My little sister, the Pinkerton, has started her own little weblog, and has asked me to invite all my friends over. I'm going to go read now, the enthusiastic ones among you can check out her link. She writes poetry, I'm told. :)