Running in the Red

Saturdays at the office. Not something you'd initially be excited about. Not something I was excited about when I woke up this morning. But after a banana smoothie and a good laugh at The Hindu's weekend "Gender" Section ("Air Kissing is in this month!"), I rallied my spirits and meandered into work. Besides, we only are supposed to work until 1:30pm on Saturdays...

Three interns, a production manager, a master printer, a secretary and a jack-of-all-trades convened upon the Tara office to do the last-minute mailings for a last-minute and ridiculous book launch for our new title, Matchbook. I say ridiculous because the artist behind the book has insisted upon a glitzy, Bollywood-aspiring, pop-culture-aggrandizing party two days before Christmas. And it was our job on this beautiful and cool Sunday morning to stuff 1600 invitations into bright red envelopes, address and seal said envelopes, and then courier them to Mumbai. But after 2.5 hours at the office, the invitations still hadn't arrived from the printer.

At 1pm, after waiting around all morning, the invitations finally arrived. And they're actually quite stunning, very posh for a Bombay glitzorama - or whatever the lingo is for those in-the-know. So now we all hunkered down to stuff envelopes (typical intern work!). Imagine a sea of red envelopes, scattered glue sticks and Scotch tape (Indian envelopes don't come with glue), and seven hungry workers. Inevitably, we started talking about food, and before I knew it, I was online with Mr. A, our production manager, trying to figure out how to have Domino's pizza deliver to the office. Let me tell you, there is nothing quite like the nostalgia that comes from having two large pizzas delivered to your office in suburban Chennai, South India. I don't think pizza has ever tasted that good...

You can't read it, but the party is called "THE PYROMANIAC PARTY"
and features DJ WHOSANE!
Rumour has it that Bollywood's top actors might pop-in. Ha!
I'll be on a beach in Kerala.