Archive for September 23rd, 2008

Someone time ago I met a screenwriter friend of mine at a workshop. In response to his polite, “What’s new?”, I let off a verbal barrage about Kkrishnaa’s Konfessions. In my defense, the first copy had just come out and the novelty of being a published writer hadn’t quite worn off.

He enthused about what a great achievement it was (he is a nice guy). Of course it was huge! But I wasn’t going to let on that I thought that. What kind of a writer does that? Instead, “Really? I don’t think so,” I said, trying to be oh so blasé about it.

“Are you kidding?” he said, “How you can write in a city like Bombay?”

I disagreed with him then (I still steadfastly maintain that a writer will find a way to write. Anywhere) but I see what he means now.

If it’s not one thing it’s another. At first it was the whole computer crashing business which took two whole days. Even after the comp was resuscitated, the Internet refused to show any signs of life. So I decided to change the ISP. A bad choice as it turned out which led to the whole Tata Indicom fiasco. I ended up wasting a whole week of my time with constant follow ups etc. When it became apparent that it wasn’t happening I had to cancel that, which entailed another flurry of calls. The hunt for yet another ISP began with, you guessed it, another round of calls. I finally settled on MTNL which, while being extremely efficient, still took four days. All in all, I lost three weeks of my life.

A bit extreme, you say? But consider this. All the personal visits and follow-ups on the phone only happen during working hours. Which happen to be my working hours as well. Even if I have to make a visit or a phone call later in the day, say post lunch, and have the morning relatively free, I can’t write. Because once I begin I lose track of the time and before I know it, it’s evening. So all through the morning I have anxiety attacks lest I miss the appointed time and can’t concentrate of writing.

At last, I thought it was all done. Computer, check; Internet check. I could sit back and concentrate on my work. But guess what?  My Internet banking password doesn’t work! According to the call centre, “I must have forgotten my password. Yes, it happens even after everyday use,” they assure me.

The way I see it, I have two choices. Either I could argue with Shweta, Mohnish, Shalini and Rupesh at the call centre, or, as they suggested helpfully, “I could make a personal visit to the nearest bank branch and put in a requisition to reset the password.”

Either way, I prepare to waste another working day. Happy writing guys!

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