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Doing nothing
Jul. 29th, 2003 11:27 amThe one drawback of being off school like this is the way in which fandom and reality begin to blur. When I actually have things to do and places to be, I can only allow myself a certain amount of time for fannish pursuits - however, when I have more or less unlimited time, I get to see flamewars, fandom_wank and mass hysteria in real time as they happen. I don't really know if I like this being-in-a-huge-fandom thing, as it's so unwieldy and difficult to get to know anyone.
Anyway. Real life. I have nothing to say about it, as I currently don't have a real life. My work experience is next week, which means I should have something to say, but I have nothing to actually do until Monday. Friday night is my mother's dish-party. She's getting suitably paranoid about it, but as all the clucking Indian women are embroiled in a constant game of one-upmanship all the time anyway, I don't really know what I can do to help besides be polite and look pretty. If she tries to dress me up in a salwar kameez I may be forced to kill her. Hopefully, being the host, she won't have time to join in the my-son/daughter-is-better-than-yours game.
I will admit I sound somewhat bitchy. Of course I do. But seeing as my blessedly few talents are not, shall we say, traditional for an Indian girl of my age and background, I will be eclipsed by the Bharat Natyam dancers and such-like. However, I have one little thing to keep me amused. One guest we're inviting, a woman named Ratna, is the wife of the man who wrote that awful book - Kajol - that I had to help translate. What neither of them know is that the person who produced the "excellent, fluent translation" (that is shortly to be published in Mumbai) is none other than yours truly. Of course I won't be credited, and they'll never know, but you can't have everything in life.
And now... another day of doing nothing.
Anyway. Real life. I have nothing to say about it, as I currently don't have a real life. My work experience is next week, which means I should have something to say, but I have nothing to actually do until Monday. Friday night is my mother's dish-party. She's getting suitably paranoid about it, but as all the clucking Indian women are embroiled in a constant game of one-upmanship all the time anyway, I don't really know what I can do to help besides be polite and look pretty. If she tries to dress me up in a salwar kameez I may be forced to kill her. Hopefully, being the host, she won't have time to join in the my-son/daughter-is-better-than-yours game.
I will admit I sound somewhat bitchy. Of course I do. But seeing as my blessedly few talents are not, shall we say, traditional for an Indian girl of my age and background, I will be eclipsed by the Bharat Natyam dancers and such-like. However, I have one little thing to keep me amused. One guest we're inviting, a woman named Ratna, is the wife of the man who wrote that awful book - Kajol - that I had to help translate. What neither of them know is that the person who produced the "excellent, fluent translation" (that is shortly to be published in Mumbai) is none other than yours truly. Of course I won't be credited, and they'll never know, but you can't have everything in life.
And now... another day of doing nothing.