-I love hindi. Everything about it.
For a significant part of my life, I thought in hindi.
I revel in talking in it.
-I have an interest in books and movies, that could be almost called academic.
-I think the latest Idea cellular ad has more relevance than reams of crap written under the tag- social issues.
-I have nothing to say to you, if you happen to think that having a certain chromosome or being born in a certain community or caste, the colour of your skin, automatically makes you superior to half the world's population.
-80 percent of my interaction with my dad is about world politics.
-I react similarly to a plain white paper and a new born child.
I see hope, belief and joy. I think of all the things, 'it could and will be'.
-I am so dispassionate and detached that I suprise myself, occasionally.
-I can not watch a badly choreographed dance. I have to look away.
-I cry in movies. Some.
-This week I skipped my first meal at work, in the race to deadline.
-I have stopped writing in hindi, since the day I woke up to the fact that it had begun to show vague familiarity with some random bollywood number.
-One thing that, I , unabashedly romanticize is coffee.
And on similar lines, one of my dearest fantacies is to sit down in a random coffee shop in a random narrow street in Italy and write.