Book launches and all

A funny thing happened today. While going through a blog I was asked to contribute, I followed a link for a pictorial book on roadsigns with a catchy sounding name, Peep peep don't sleep. Curiously, I shot an email to the writer asking him to send me a copy for review.

Well, evening came and I was at the booklaunch at good old Oxford bookstore. What did I think of the book? Clever and humourous. Anyone who's seen the BRO's (Border Road Organisation) unavoidable tribute to Indian roads, and especially their ubiquitously bizarre roadsigns will know what I am talking about.

As we came to the end, this PR girl called and spoke in the saddest tone, asking why I wasn't at her event. Well, you know me, a softie at heart, couldn't cough up the simple words, "I can't make it," and dashed off to the other book launch. The book (second one) was Zafar Saifullah's coffee-table documentation on Sulaimani Bohras. Present were the usual suspects of events with a cultural bent, meaning the Jamwar shawl-draped, pearl-set loving, cheap scotch drinking, pseudo-intellectual looking bureaucratic set. To be fair, the book is worthy of all that fuss. If fuss is even the word. The event also hosted Alan Hart, a veteran war correspondent, sadly, I was too late to hear him.

The reason I am even sharing my dull daily diary is because as soon as I reached office today, my colleagues asked me if I had a date... Duhhhh!!!! Since when did Vogue say black pants, black cardigan and white shirt was 'hot-date' material. More dreary funeral... Hahaha..

Life's a joke...