Surfacing

Past 7 in the morning and already so hot that the laptop responds sluggishly. The world is full of horrible news – chemical attacks in Syria, the Bombay rape, Chennai Express becoming the highest-grossing Hindi movie ever. And if that is trivialisation, I really couldn’t be arsed.

I’ve been stupid. Things have piled up until a 100 crore scheme is only as important as trimming my nails. Prioritisation is the route to sanity. But tasks raise their little bobbing heads and chitter in my subconscious, fuelling fear, nibbling at the day, their noise adding up to a half-heard refrain, “No time! No time!”

To make it worse, Terry Pratchett’s Alzheimer’s is showing in Dodger, possibly the worst thing he has ever written. Not to worry, Terry. We’ll be reading you for old times’ sake, because Night Watch is one of the best things to never win an award.

And finally, screw Twitter and Facebook. THIS is my space, and if you don’t feel like dropping in for a chat, there's a cheaper edition of C Bhagat's Revolution waiting for you at your nearest traffic light.