I hope you are doing well.
And I hope that the light of love continues to burn in the eyes of your significant other, and your children (if you have been so blessed) are burping/pooping/going to school on schedule (as the case may be) or you are pleasantly engaged in the attempt to create such entities.
It is time for me to update you on the brilliant adventure of my life. You, unlike lesser mortals, don’t have to wait for the book to come out to know the story of my life, you get special bite sized episodes – such as this one.
And I know, you have been waiting with bated breath, chewing your fingernails to the bone, pressing the F5 key on your browser to check for the latest on your favorite Shiju. I am sure in some unfortunate cases I might be the only Shiju you know – and though the thought might leave you depressed I can promise you that you have nothing to worry about. If you needed only one Shiju in your life, than have no doubt, that this one is the best you could do. ( I say this after having met other Shijus – and seriously, they fail to keep the honor of this magnificent name intact)
So, be that as it may, let us move onward to the story. Or as they say, the crux of the matter.
I am settling in well in my new home ( for those of you who don’t know – I just moved to Sydney – and if you didn’t know that I suggest you check your F5 key)
I have great italian neighbour who plies me with wine and reads me poetry and consoles me when I am shedding tears about missing all you fine people in mumbai- but I think that is more a case of her generosity than anything else you might think – and I know exactly what you are thinking. And I can walk to work. Though I still have a tendency to get late – mainly because they start work really early here (8:30 am, wtf?) and because I am unable to sleep between 2 am and 5 am. Of course, initially i would wake up to check the clock and see if the there was any sinister significance to the hour – such as 3:33 or something (as seen in ‘The Exorcism of Emily Rose’) – but fortunately the clock has been kind to me, if not my sleep. And the reason for this, you ask? I am sure this would make a good storyline for an episode of Dr House – I can see the whiteboard with Sleepless, 2 AM to 5 AM, Recent Move, Quit Smoking, Body Clock, The Exorcism of Emily Rose already.
Do remember, you saw it here first.
Anyway, the reason is rather simple – and no, the reason is not because my neighbour gets home from work late. For the first month I was staying in a serviced apartment, which had a weird timing system on the air conditioning. It would switch off after 4 hours. So every night, the AC would switch off around 2 AM, and within a few minutes, I would switch on. Spend anywhere between a few minutes to a few hours trying to will myself to get off the bed to switch it on. (Like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill) Come back and collapse in bed. And get late for work in the morning.
Since then, I can’t sleep for more than 4 hours at a time.
So I have sleeping pills, which are of no use whatsoever. And a rose mint flavored herbal spray which is rather addictive.
I’ve also resumed my soccer career with a local league team, and I do my best to sleep well on saturday nights so that I am fresh for the game on Sunday. Which is bit tough because I can’t use pills, or the spray or alcohol to put myself to bed. And no, I can’t use that either – I need to be fresh for the game. We have our third game this Sunday – I am yet to score or assist though I’ve managed that in practise games. But I’ve had a few good moments. And hopefully will have a few more.
I also managed to make it to a concert – Sinead O’Connor with Damien Dempsey opening (you should really check out his Masai – that Irish accent is irresistible) and missed out on another one I wanted to see (KT Tunstall – sadly, this was on the same day as Sinead O’Conner) and I never even knew she was playing. But I’ve added her to my list of favorite artistes/stars – she has an awesome voice and is drop dead gorgeous (others being Uma Thurman, Carrie-Anne Moss, Dido, Sheryl Crow, Jennifer Connelly)
A concert here is a totally different experience to one in Mumbai – no crowds, no dust, no straining to catch a glimpse of the stage from 3 kilometres away and no trying to find a friend working for the company that sponsors the show to get tickets.
Will keep you posted on further developments – now where is that darn spray?