Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Making Choices

It starts right in the morning. To get up or catch a few more minutes of those much-needed winks. I tell you, springing out of bed without succumbing to the just-five-minutes-more temptation makes all the difference. It means that I might just manage my 50-minute morning walk and probably spot the elusive Bharadwaj or hear a birdsong. It means I don't have to rush through my fruity breakfast and gulp it down without being able to identify the fruit. It means I can actually have some decent conversation with my sleepy kids and not just bark a "Get up lazy lumps" or some such irritant in their direction. It could mean a 10-minute read in the washroom on the pot. It means I can take over from my angel-helper who cooks like the devil and actually prepare an edible meal and eat it without turning up my nose at work. It means being able to travel without encountering as many traffic snarls as are mandatory, when one is late. Today, the choice I have to make is between "My Name is Khan" (yes, I haven't watched it yet and it's got nothing to do with the infamous threats) and "My Name is Red". This evening, I'll see red. The movie will have to wait for the weekend. But then, during the weekend there will be another contender to the movie—"Karthik Calling Karthik". No despot has threatened to stall its release—yet! Actually, I'm not sure I'll have Pamuk for company today. The British Council ebrary just sent me "The Personal History of Rachel DuPree" by Ann Weisgarber. Of course, I asked for it but didn't call for this stalemate. I'll toss.

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