Happy Wednesday! Halfway through the work week, and it has been work this week! We’ve got a new client who is calling for help constantly, forcing me to actually do work while at work. Very frustrating, when obviously blogging is far more important.
Watching: Watched The Staircase, fascinating documentary, and made me think about Talwar again and go back to my original theory, that these big media darling “mysteries” all have one thing in common, police incompetence. Leads to a lot of unanswered questions and way too much media access.
Reading: Articles and comment boards on The Staircase while saying “uh-huh” in a sympathetic voice on work phone calls. I tried blogging, but then I get so caught up in what I am writing that I forget to say “uh-huh”. And also our headsets are way too sensitive and people kept asking me what I was typing.
Thinking: Salman! How close is he with Shahrukh? And Karan? Because here’s my concern. I only have one semi-nice dress (my va va voom funeral dress, purchased for my Grandma’s funeral, black and short with a plunging neckline. Grandma always wanted us to find a man, so I figured she would approve.). And Shahrukh and Karan have both seen it at their shows. If I wear it for Salman too, will they all get together and gossip about me only having one nice dress? I could just change up the accessories a little. Or should I try a skirt and t-shirt look instead? Or go with the Sonam reception option, a big comfy shapeless caftan like thing that I won’t mind wearing until 3am? It’s a big big question!!!!!
Speaking of questions, here’s another one for you!
In honor of Race 3, and my seeing him live on Saturday, it is Salman’s turn for the game of shame!!!!!!
What is Salman’s worst movie ever?
Lot’s of options here! Race 3, for instance, makes a strong case for itself. Sangdil Sanam (Manisha Koirala with a whip!) is another tempting option. And of course there is always Veer.
But I gotta go with Chandra Mukhi. Sridevi, a heavenly princess, comes to earth and meets a little boy. They become friends but bad men are after them. And so, in order to fight off the men, Sridevi magically turns the little boy into a grown man, Salman. And then they fall in love. And if you think that sounds disturbing, you are right! It is very disturbing. A grown woman, heavenly princess though she may be, should not fall in love with a little boy in a man’s body.
(No, Sridevi! NO!)