Productivity is at its lowest, with a contribution of about 100 words a day towards my dissertation. people are getting too sentimental over the year coming to an end, so much so that N. Ram (yeah the socialist loaded with fancy gadgets that make Patnaik drool) (also famous for being Robin Hood of Chennai as a member of SFI and feeding the poor by raiding a granary.) is actually throwing us a party at madras cricket club. (the same place where kids, ayahs and other menials have to enter from the back door, where u need backscratchers to scratch ur back and where u get thrown out if u aren't "decently dressed") u dont call out to the waiters or refer to them as "Sir" as we do in the south but ring bells to address them..so much for equality, so much for being humble journalists..so much for our chance to hobnob with the glitterati of chennai. please note i am very thrilled. whoever thought i will actually have a social life in Chennai. my roomies are actually panicking about dressing up for the party and have started ransacking their cupboards for formal wear. as for me i think i need a crash course at a finishing school to seek entry into the hallowed MCC. speaking about MCC please note the cricket club in Mumbai did not allow women members to vote until recently when Nandini Sardesai, mother of Rajdeep Sardesai strained her vocal chords (and got quoted in Bombay Times) and demanded for equal rights for women.

i saw the most colourful and attractive insects in Anna University, had gone to film Sreeji's PTC. (after 50 takes he finally got it right) the only thing i remember of the insects though is that one minute there were these two insects mating and the next minute they were two"flat" insects. squished beneath Sreeji's tyre. that's life.