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Two years ago, I remember writing a similar post before I left for my MBA. Having bummed around for two years I have managed to get the three most haloed letters in the desired choronological order on my CV, and in the process managed to get myself a job in what I am told is the leading media conglomerate in the country.

Hmm.

Last two weeks have been spent house-hunting in Mumbai, then jet-setting to Delhi and now wasting away silently on a borrowed desk in a forgotten corner. Work hasn't found me in the office, it's only a matter of time before it does and then innundates my life with its humdrum of presentations and meetings and awkward lunch hours. Before it does that, here are a few foot-notes I have gathered over the afore-mentioned two weeks.

Little nuggets of wisdom, snippets of life and a giant vacuole of a lonely space...

# Don't look for work. If it doesn't seek you out, then it's probably not important enough.

# All American Diner at the India Habitat Centre is cool place for a meal.

# Actor-Factor Theatre Company is over-rated. A good poster, robust hoarding and intellectual sounding brief can get people to pay Rs 300 for a show. Caution advised.

# You sometimes find friends in people you've let your eyes slip through for years.

# Mail Today is the most 'intelligently crafted' and cosmopolitan newspaper/tabloid I have seen in India.

# India TV aired a song called "Dhoni और Goni" to celebrate the phonetic similarity in the names of the Chennai IPL team-mates.

# The Great Khali says wrestling is not fixed. Liar.

# This is becoming a media analysis. Ugh!

# You know you've been labelled a adult when PAN number, tax returns, investment plans and insurance are not abstract concepts which your dad keeps himself busy with, and you have to figure them out.

# Sometimes talking to someone you miss can be an absolutely frustrating & draining exercise.

# Indifference hurts more than sarcasm.

Sometimes letting yourself drift with the flow can be a painfully exhausting and sapping endeavor, and the effort to dig your feet in and drop the anchor seems beyond your capacity. Sometimes I guess, it's just fair to leave random thoughts buzzing through your head, in bullet-points without sentences or paragraphs stiching some sense out of them.

It might even be considered therapeutic. Or well, maybe not... Hmm.