Katrina Kaif and Aravind Adiga

Katrina Kaif depresses me. There is something unwholesome about her peaches and cream complexion and her vapid smile. Something deeply demoralising. When I see her dance and smile, I feel the sun will never shine down on me again.

I read today she was voted the sexiest woman in some place by someone. I think it is time for me now to resign from the human race.

I finally read Aravind Adiga's The White Tiger. It was very good in some ways, but I seriously felt that journalistic technique interfered very strongly with the narrative. I loved the Roosters in a Coop bit. So apt! This, I know, is woefully inadequate while commenting on a book but it is such a relief to say just this, since I am not supposed to be writing a sane, professional review here.