What a weird ass day yesterday. Woke up, had 2 cups of coffee. I was tired. Started off by checking out my new job. I'm working it at Rakesh Roshan's office. Father of the veryverygorgeous Hrithik Roshan (first question I asked was if he were stopping by at any point..)

He's the mastermind behind the latest Bollywood flop "Kites"... but also quite accomplished in his past filmgoings. To illustrate just how accomplished he is, let me describe my job here. I am a Master Film Photo Digitizer... one who takes photographs, scans them, puts them in a folder with a nice Excel spreadsheet. So I'm thinking yeah... cool... 15 or so albums, 2 weeks of work, nice paycheck to get me through... ba-da-BING.

I get here yesterday, and I come into my nice little computer hallway office, and they start taking down big leather album after big leather album after big leather album and before i know it i'm surrounded by.. hmm.. around 60 albums. Big, leather ones. So I'm thinking man... they're going to need to extend my visa.

I drink the coffee they offer me. I talk about money. Logistics. I move on.

That was the first thing.

Second weird thing was I'm making a film poster for a guy named Akash Deep. Big dude. Gold jewelry. 2 pugs and another fluffy dog. He looks like he could just put them one under each arm and carry them around like throw pillows. Maybe he does.

So I go to his house for a second time ... I had some samples, and wanted to see how he felt about them. But I heard his house before I got there. I heard thumpin' beats before the elevator even reached his floor! The maid opened his door and I could almost feel the wind of the club music blasting from his surround sound. I entered... the dogs were sniffing my ankles and barking... and oh, it was alright. Akash just had a meeting with the music director for the film. Cool. Except my ears were bleeding.

So I drank the coffee he offered me. Talked about money. Logistics. Moved on.

By now I'm beginnning to get a bit tourettes-y because I had had 4 huge cups of coffee, no lunch, and it was hot. I went back to Prakash Jha Productions because I needed to use the internet and it was a good place to sit.

Then I went with Karan so that he could meet with the owner of the apartment he's moving into. He needed to seal the deal.

That's when the third weird thing happened.

Maybe it's Indian custom to "seal the deal" in a car parked in a back street of Mumbai at night time, and I just didn't know. But when Karan, the real estate agent, and I were beckoned into the black car of the apartment owner, I thought it was a little shady. The agent and the owner sat in the front and bickered on and on in Hindi as Karan and I sat in the back... waiting. Later on when Karan translated to me that the owner was saying that "he loved this kid the moment he met him and I will fight for appropriate rent and deposit for him at the society meeting and it might not happen because we usually don't take single bachelors in this apartment but I LIKE this kid...." - I knew that real estate in India is a thing all its own.

At the end of the day I had a few glasses of red wine. Much needed.

Today, it's just me and my photo albums. I am currently on photo number 459 out of 10 bajillion.