Hand Tattoos and Head Scratching

I have this habit of writing down what I need to do on neat little lists. Somehow the act of making the list makes me feel I am in control, when more often than not - I am not. It also helps me feel that I'm doing something productive when more often than not, I am not.

So now I have a neat list of 200 odd Post its (with more soft copies on my desktop) and too much stuff to do. What I've learnt in two terms is that backlogs somehow never get cleared.

In a grand bid to save the earth, I've started writing these to do lists on the side of my hand. Combine this with my new resolve to conserve water, and my hand looks like a warzone. With QM assignments competing for skinspace with READ OM!! Do Laundry Today! and Submit MKT!

I know I haven't blogged in a while, but have been trying to read, writing a bit and pondering a lot on the meaning of life and why towels get dirty.

Saw Chapter Two last week in chennai. The play was great, with awesome performances. I especially loved Karuna's role. Perhaps it moved a tad slowly, but typical Neil Simon and hence forgiven.

Additionally I ran into a whole bunch of juniors from college, including one who slandered my good name post play. My sister pointed out last evening that this turned to libel when he posted about it too. Its a mighty small world after all.