My day is full of potentially wholly memorable moments, the kind that I could feel pressed inside my chest years later, hard, cold and crystalline. Full of potentially spectacular moments of clarity and self awareness and an almost tangible premonition of things to come. Moments that unfortunately remain ordinary, lackluster and wholly forgettable simply because they're not propped up by a song.
Dilliwaalas, whatever happened to Horn OK Please? I don't see it anywhere anymore. Has it got so completely imbibed in popular culture that owners of large vehicles feel that it ain't legit enough to paint on their vehicles anymore? What gives?
The Murphy is headed to Jaipur for a long, long time. Come say hi.