confirmed it - odigo is very much alive and kicking ass - chatty days are here again

pachydermia

a point for the it-only-happens-in-India or new-meets-old fans:

Passed by a big BPL mobile signboard on J.M. Road yesterday - only it wasn't your standard obscenely large wood and paper sign - it was a somewhat parched looking elephant, dawdling on the side of the road, with a big advertising bandana on his forehead and some more advertising signs on his sides.

Before the peta-betas accuse me of being unkindly mirthful - I've decided to take up a collection to buy the poor hathi a decent leather jacket. Send in your donations at www.hathicanbecool.com
(If this works out I may start up another one for a big - ok really big - harley)

so talking does help

just one more "technique" for the what-do-I-do-when-I'm stuck-with-a-story list

TALK to someone about it - preferably another writer

Yest Sud helped me sort out a particularly hokey plot I was stuck with into a still hokey plot I can see some possibilities for
Like he says - doesn't work every time, but enough times to be useful

And my second technique if #1 doesn't work:
Well then you're probably just being lazy - so get the fuck on with it, even if it hurts.

The muse isn't a woman scholarly or beautiful, she's a nagging bitch who won't let you be till you're done and without whom you're forlorn.

And yeah Sud, I'm sorry I dragged you into the post too(see if you actually read my blog more often you could tell me to stop)

the roads that lead to nowhere

All these damn road "improvements" in Mumbai remind me of a line in O Henry's The Cop and the Anthem

"Soapy walked down a street ruined by improvements."

Its not an important line in the story, but it brilliantly summarizes the daily annoyances, caused by City Hall, that people in New York (or Mumbai) have to deal with.
And in eight words too!

And yeah, Malang, if you're reading this - thats where I got that ghord. About time we started plagiarising some Americans, not just the brits, what say?