I know I keep saying this to the point where it gets nauseating, but being crazily busy and not having a functional Internet connection at home is really not good for the update status of this blog- forget posting, I can't even comment on other blogs at the usual rate (which makes one feel a bit like a kid being given sweets and told not to take off the wrappers), and it's more than a little frustrating when my brain refuses to go into 'compose post' mode even when I do have a folder full of Fashion Week (Lakme India Fashion Week, this time around) pictures sitting in My Pictures (incidentally, why is it so difficult to find pictures of entire collections online? Or anywhere? I've caught the occasional video and bits and pieces off the news, but the only site that seems to have got proper sets of pictures requires a paid subscription at $2 a week, which might be handy for an actual fashion journalist but doesn't help a girl like me.. (though I must say, Sabyasachi and Kiran Uttam Ghosh's collections do look excellent, which wasn't unexpected at all. I'll put up a review...when my head is clear enough to think out a post, that is).
The real-world news has also been a bit of a preoccupation of late, not least because strange things have happened not too far away from where I am, beginning with Tibetan protesters storming the Chinese embassy in New Delhi around three weeks ago (actually, with riots in Tibet before that), to the Olympic flame getting put out in Paris the day before yesterday (though a lot of people seem to think protesters have no business being around anything to do with the Olympics, IMHO it'd be hypocritical if they've banged on and on about human rights and how important they are to Olympic ideals and then effectively told the protesters to shut up about violations of those very human rights. And as for the Chinese government's response to the entire issue, I'll only say this much: calling the Dalai Lama, of all people, a 'terrorist jackal' is not exactly reasonable).
On a side note, a pickaxe needs to be taken to the head of the idiot in the cubicle next to mine, who thinks it's a good idea to entertain himself by blasting some godawful Bollywood remix off his phone while I draft documents (Bollywood and the travesties it calls 'music' are, IMO, the scourge of modern-day India. And let me not even get into the frequent stupidity and misogyny of the films themselves, or how utterly repellent the idea that it represents Indian cinema in its entirety is).
I just realised, I've rambled like nobody's business, and am risking being called a few names for the subject matter of the last two paragraphs. This isn't a substitute space for Nonsense on Stilts, my old (and boringly personal) blog, but right now I am too tired to care. Besides, who says a girl who likes clothes can't have an opinion on things that aren't fashion/pop culture-related?