…you would polish up your facts on the issue being discussed, right? I, on the other hand, start tossing heaps of clothes on the bed to decide the perfect outfit I should wear. And the perfect shoes to go with it. And the perfect jewellery. And then having tried them all out in various permutations and combinations and deciding that nothing fits, and I look fat and gross in all, and will be edited out as ugly scary creature worthy of making special appearance in horror show, given that eyebrows are currently caterpillars crawling across the surface of the forehead and pimples the size of Vesuvius have erupted on the oily surface of aforementioned forehead which is fringed with grey strands reminescent of old ladies, caring too litte about self to touch up regrowth. Having moaned all this to consternation of puzzled husband, and flung around some more clothes, and decided one didnt want to be on panel because one didnt look good anymore, get the gem of the oneliner, “I thought they invited you because of the way you think not because of the way you look.” Yes. That did wonders for the ego. So now will go like earthgoddess in flowing kaftan, and Germaine Greer untamed tresses, parted in the center, and no make up. Its the way I think, not the way I look. So dont look at me while I speak. Its the way I think. Perhaps this should have been a radio show.
Edited to add: Okay, just back from the shoot. Shot for NDTV’s Good Times channel, for a programme called Lounge. It airs at around 11 pm, and is hosted by the very dapper Rajat Kapoor. I was on the panel with an adorably handsome Ayub Khan and a vivacious Radio Mirchi RJ called Pracriti. And yes, the topic under discussion was reinvention of marriage. As always, I remembered all the points I need to make after the camera stops rolling. Alas. Will put up the exact date of telecast, once I get it so hopefully you guys who are keen on getting your socks bored off you can catch it. And witness the swamp thing speaking.