Hello, hello. So I have been away for a while but no, the baby's not here yet. M has been deputed to post news as it happens so watch out for a guest post from the good man himself (likely to be short and snappy).
If you are nine months pregnant and absolutely massive and if it's hot as hell in your part of the world, then you already know exactly how uncomfortable I am. If you are not, take my word for it. I have been freezing everyone by insisting on having the AC on at all times. No one dares refuse because you know, I could always sit on them. Or eat them. Did I mention my appetite? I am hungry all the time. I even wake up in the middle of the night wanting to have a seven course meal. Don't tell me it's the baby because I know it's not. The baby will not take responsibility for more than five kilos of the total amount I have gained and will probably shrug it's tiny shoulders when I tell it that I gained a whole lot more than that. Sorry Ma, but I don't even like four cheese pasta. Oh well.
M and I have been making the most of the last few days before sleepless nights become par for the course again. We went to Hornby's Pavilion for lunch the other day. It was a buffet spread and we were the flashes that were whizzing by at supersonic speeds to make as many trips to the food as possible. At one point Mahesh came back to our table, plate filled and his face all aglow. Wow, you must really like the appams, I observed. No, no, I bumped into a celebrity and for the first time ever in such situations, I made conversation, he informed me. Really, I craned my neck, expecting to see Priyanka Chopra in a short dress (not that Priyanka Chopra ever wears long dresses). But no, it was Narain Karthikeyan that was making M so giddy. I told him I am a big fan, said M happily, I asked how NASCAR is going and he replied that it was going well. I tried to be as excited as M but failed. Wasn't Narain Karthikeyan always coming last in the races, I wanted to ask him but he might have punched me.
I finally finished a shady book that I have been struggling with for several weeks. It's called Ten Years With Guru Dutt -- Abrar Alvi's Journey. I rather like Guru Dutt, broody and intense, so I had imagined I'd enjoy knowing more about his life. But the book is unable to engage the reader and I struggled to get through. Anyway, it's done now and I can finally start on The Last of the Mohicans. Yes, I haven't read it all these years and it's such a pity given that I am the hugest fan of Dr Hawkeye Pierce (you do remember my thing for onscreen doctors, right?). Hawkeye's father named him after a character in The Last of the Mohicans, his favourite book. So yes, I am going to set that right and start on the book tonight. Unless of course the baby decides to come first or something.