Gesundheit..

I've got a violent cold, again. I've never understood why I'm the chosen poster boy for the common cold. I get colds as often as people change their underwear (well, most people). My colds are never as simple as a few sniffles having a field day - its like a vengeful spirit that takes over my mucus membranes and ravishes me inside out. This brings me to a question I had asked my teacher when I was 7, "Can a person ever run outta snort?" She threw me a disgusted look and made me kneel down outside my class with my hands-up.

"ACHOO!!"

After my post "break-up" introspective, I decided to do things I love and not things that pay me money to buy fancy electronic stuff. So, I quit television.

"ACHOO!!"

Like the thousands of aspiring film-wannabes who come cursing and ranting out of a screening of 'Fool and Final', I too decided that if these are films that get money to be made, then what the heck? I should join the bandwagon. After all, I've spent a lot of American greens studying film in New York, when the dollar rate wasn't the joke it is now.

I should be making movies in life; but obviously my Dad's not Yash Chopra (which would make me *yikes* Uday Chopra) or if my gene pool called the bluff and luck tilted in my favour, then I'd turn into Adi. Anyway, the point is that I needed to do something until I finish writing out my film scripts and start 'struggling'.

"ACHOO!!"

As a promise to myself, I've decided not to sell my soul and do things that I truly love so with the help of a friend (and writing partner) I' decided to try my hand at film-journalism. What started with simple movie reviews, blossomed into the 30 stories in 30 days syndrome. What can I say? I'm good with people and great with tongue-in-cheek sarcasm.

"ACHOO!!"

Today, I have to write 3 different stories and just as the creative juices were about to flow, "ACHOO!!" That was 10.30am. It's 2.59am now and I've barely begun. I can't seem to write a thing and in between my 'steamy sessions' (not the good kind) and Coldarin binges, I'm really stuck. It's not writers block, its the damn nose block. I also just realized that my film scripts still pending revision, another screenplay for a telefilm must go out tonight, my movie collection list has to updated and I have to write out two new synopsis's that I told people I finished ages ago.

"ACHOO!!"

It's going to be a long night; & it really doesn't help that I'm a hypochondriac.

PS: The "ACHOO!!" is not a work of fiction. It's been pasted genuinely, every time I sneeze.