Tags are like Telemarketers.

I still haven't thought of a new url, and The Soliloquist was nice enough to remind me that I have a tag pending (well, lots of them, but this was a reminder, and may morph into a threat soon). And keeping in mind that I have absolutely no time on my hands, I will at once sit down and waste some more on this.

4 Jobs I’ve had (in chronological order):

If you stretch the definition of "job" to an extreme, I blabber away to a very patient kid, pretending to be a quiz-cum-GK teacher and general gyaan-giver. I also did a commissioned glass painting once, but never got paid thanks to the fact that my parents commissioned it and I, like an idiot, accepted it. Apart from that, zilch.

4 Movies I Could Watch Over and Over:

This is not a definite list at all, just names that are floating around in my head now:

The Godfather
Notting Hill
Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (don't ask why, just struck me)
and oh, have sudden hankering to watch Padosan.

4 Places I’ve lived (in order):

My home, various dusty villages on freezing mountains, a houseboat, a forest lodge.

4 TV Shows I Like:

Monk.
Friends (Gasp! What a surprise!)
Grey's Anatomy
And I really, really loved The Wild Thornberries.

4 Favorite Foods:

Biryani
Phuchkas
Momos
Mangoes

(Note the use of the plural form)

4 Places I’d rather be:

Macchu Pichhu.
Kashmir.
Bandhavgarh.
Turkey.

4 People I’m Tagging:

Ad Libber
Dreamy
Death on Two Legs
Speedpost

Nahin! OR, The Fainting Fit

It has come to pass that I am afraid of my blog. It has been Discovered.

By my parents.

Now the thing is, I can't figure out why my guiltmeter is working overtime because there's nothing much about them on the blog, right? I'm ignoring the Mum-at-the-Dentist's post. I'm ignoring all the other posts that must have featured them or people they know, I can't be bothered searching through the archives and deleting them. Besides, What Is This? I can't have a blog? I can't write down my views? I can't share my life's story with the Internet?

I'm grossly over-reacting here; there was no showdown whatsoever, just a general laugh about my url having the word "butterfly" in it, and a lot of taunts about how the blog would be forwarded to people I didn't want it to be forwarded to. In case I haven't mentioned, the family's sense of humour is a little grotesque. Likewise, I am about as paranoid as Mojo Jojo on tequila.

The point being, secrecy must be maintained at all costs. Us bloggers who know each other in real life develop coughing fits whenever blogging is mentioned. Which is why I shall change my url in a few days. Family, if you're reading this, bwahahahahahah. I shall make sure the new one is not discovered. As for the rest, I shall just have to reappear like the prodigal son (or the post-plastic surgery Ekta Kapoor hero) and notify you about my existence again.

This post is also to be taken as a public announcement about me taking a sabbatical until further notice. Or at least until I get help for persecution mania. Whatever.