Do they like your craft, or just the fact that it sells?
Or the brouhaha, that surrounds you when you sell....

In ACJ, they behaved as if i had been a brand. Always, extra polite. And those print girls... though i never made any conscious efforts to team up, they would still give me "the captain of the ship" feel.. sms-ing me to pop in to class, if the teacher was discussing sth important...and giving me a lively "recap", should i miss it!

All sham...Now they have disappeared!

Which tells me, they had been sweet, because being sweet was expedient. I was the editor most of the time.... even in trips like Covering Deprivation, that was supposed to be democratic....!!

And those guys...Who, when they borrowed my Key Issues notes, said: Aap to humare Bhagwan hain- no longer care to buzz!

(I'm not referring to you, Mr ***H...Don't make that the excuse of another falling out)

My IIMC friends, who would make me feel as if i were the king and they the ministers, are drowned in work.

Mom keeps asking. "Why don't you go to Delhi or somewhere, you could try your luck better."

Of-course.....that is then followed by what i feel is perfunctory. "Don't worry, i'll ensure it's a comfortable stay."

I FEEL LIKE A 38 YEAR OLD ACTRESS, IN WHOM NOBODY IS INTERESTED.

Or is it that i am overreacting? One print girl once told me i worry a lot. Don't those girls still pop in in the chat window, whenever I'm online? They do. N dint this IIMC lad called me up only last night? and wasn't the convocation just as great?

Have I, then, started cribbing falsely? I know not.

Talking bout perfunctory, i feel all our relationships too are pretends...If not fully, to some extent. If not always, certainly at occasions.

Pretensions. To which habit has enlaced our lives.

We- diffident crowd- would not dissent either.