Everyday Matters / South India in Blogville

Spent the entire second half of the day trying to put together an optioning contract with boss woman’s husband. This is for the mad, paranoid writer whose novella we want to make into a film.

The Film is finally being released here very, very soon - premieres in Delhi and Mumbai. Will be fun seeing it listed in the papers! And reading local reviews after reading so many foreign ones.

Finally managed to send the revised music contract draft back to the music company – had to wait for the go-ahead from two of the co-producers and the music composer. Seems like a waste now though since the film is premiering so soon, the music should have been released before to add to the publicity. Tried to get boss woman to see this earlier but she preferred to ‘wait and watch’. Oh well.
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Seems like it is definite that I will be attending the seminar in mid-Dec in Mumbai. Really looking forward to it. Will get to meet other film makers, funders and perhaps get to hang around with R if he isn’t too busy. Looking forward to quizzing him on the Bollywood industry.
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B has gone out to a jazz concert. Decided not to go since he plans to stay on and network and I’m rather tired. J was going to come over so that we could watch ‘Amores Perros’ but called back and told him not to. Don’t feel like it tonight.

B getting ready to go out was funny. He was not sure what to wear since the dress code was semi-formal.

I was half-lying on the bed eating dinner while he was figuring out what to wear.

That means I can’t wear jeans right?

No you can’t. Nor your denim jacket.

Shit. What then? Can I wear my red cords?

Nope.

Are you sure I can’t wear jeans?

Yup.

What if I wear jeans with proper shoes?

Nope.

Bah. You don’t know anything.

Calls his friend who is part of the event management team. Friend confirms that jeans are not considered formal and that he may not be let in if he is not dressed right.

Shit man! What the hell do I do?? Should I wear my shaadi ka suit?

This went on for a while, he trying on different permutations and combinations of his wardrobe, me going ‘Nah, not quite right’, he looking confused and going ‘Huh? Are you sure?’ – finally we settled on beige pants that he never knew he had, a Fab India kurti and one of my jackets.

I suppose I’ll have to shave too?

Yes, that would be a good idea.

Long, heartfelt sigh.
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South India in Blogville

It’s rather strange that most of the blogs I enjoy turn out to be owned by South Indians. Even X was South Indian. So are two of the three bloggers who currently email me.

I was thinking about this some days ago, how this was so. Is it just because I have a natural affinity to South Indians that I never knew of before? Or is it because there are more South Indians blogging, since they are the traditional IT guys, therefore the probability of a blog you like turning out to be owned by a South Indian is greater?

I don’t know the answer to that one yet.

But I’ve learned some interesting things on these blogs that someone who was born and brought up in North India would never know. Like the term ‘oldies’ which refers to westernized South Indians who are, however, very conservative in their outlook and believe in the caste system etc.

And more recently, something quite incredulous – that South Indians bow down to North Indians. I really find it hard to believe that that’s true. I mean, they are obviously the superior race – more intelligent, gentler, more honest, less ostentatious. What would make them feel that North Indians are superior to them?? Someone help me out with this one please.

And thanks to ro for all the gyan, will keep coming back for more :) The title of this post is linked to the post on her blog which I have referred to.
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I think I’m turning sentimental and losing the logical me whom I love.