Oops I did it again!

Have you ever suffered from an ailment called the foot-in-the-mouth
disease? It's deadly. If you have, you would know how painful it is when you shoot off like a horse and want to gobble it up immediately after. Well, I happened to be interviewing a cricketer (M S Dhoni) who made some really chauvinistic comments. I gasped out loudly and said, "No wonder you don't have a girlfriend!" Luck was on my side. He was a nice fellow and didn't take me up on that.

Whenever I try to appear professional, one thing or the other
happens to upset this carefully set up image. Like my shoes had to give way during the photo shoot with Dhoni. I made a damsel-in-distress face (actually it came quite naturally) and said, "I guess I have to walk barefoot". Dhoni was my knight in shining armour. So there I was walking out of the hotel in a pair of rather "unfashionable" (as he teasingly put it. It was not exactly happening but at that point of time it was a choice between that or walking barefoot on a burning road through spit, shit and god knows what) bedroom slippers.

But I have to say this that I was very happy with my interview, for
once. The guy was a sweetheart. He's a small town guy and does not, till now, care for false pretensions. So when he said stuff like he would head for McDonalds right after the interview and enjoy a Maharaja Mac and milkshake I found it rather sweet. After all he's pretty famous and could have been on his snooty best like the rest. After all, cricketers are an overhyped breed. You would have believed that if you had been to the most insignificant of matches aka a benefit match and been jostled by fans banging on the changing room of the players while shouting corny lines, "Aapne vaada kiya thaa!"

A global conspiracy is on. To make me feel on top of the world. First of all, I got to see what the fashion week was all about, secondly I got my much-awaited interview with Dhoni and thirdly, I am doing a story on motorbike travellers. It's damn cool. I am strongly tempted to go biking with these guys to Ladakh, Leh and Rann of Kutch. But there are a few problems. The most important being I don't know them. As S pointed out helpfully, I would probably be raped and murdered.