Dear Freud, the Interweb has me in its deep, deep clutches. We blame my mother, yes?

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It is not the diet. Not the getting-a-wee-bit-too-snug tee after a vacation. It definitely is not the what to buy on sale, the item with the bigger mark-down or the one with the lower price tag. Nor is it the ‘Bag or Shoes?’ predicament. It is not the you-just-found-out-your-hot-yoga-instructer-bats-for-the-other-team. What it is, is the little yellow-orange flickering light on your modem. Nothing haunts, gives you anxiety or brings your world to a crashing halt like the three ominous words- Connection is down.


Were there Internet Gods and there are of that am sure, my mother-in-law would ask me to fast on a Wednesday, wear yellow on Sunday, check the vaastu of where my modem is and maybe feed fifty poor unclaimed domain names to appease the WWW. But deeply engrossed in her game of Temple Run, my pain is dismissed with a “Wait one second!”. So much for divine intervention.

By the way, has rahu-kalam passed?

And what is a Blogger to do, without having a Blog to do?

Frantic to be connected, on moves on to the next then. The ubiquitous coffee shop. Who like the Witch with her shiny red apple, has me bite. For a simple reason- Free WiFi. And instead of falling asleep for a hundred years, I suffer through loud generic pop, a populous of age-group I long left behind and terrible Lattes. Headphones on, I proceed to stare at the blinking cursor on my blank screen. In my best pensive, angst-y writer look. Wait, no one saw me checking my Facebook page, right?

(On these coffee-shops, I have a lot to say. But that’s a rant best saved for another caffeinated day.)

There’s only one thing worse than waiting for him to call after a first date. (What, I remember!) Waiting for a picture to upload.

Ah the woes, will they ever cease? (It called for a melodramatic moment.) For a blogger who has often bragged “If there’s WiFi, will blog”, the curse of only one or no bar seems to haunt me every time I travel. Last time, the forced two day e-detox chalked up to one Marni top on sale that I couldn’t get my hands on, two abandoned games of scrabble, beginning Franny and Zooey (again), one squabble, two fun lunches, a bottle of wine and a brief moment spent considering self-medicating.

Hashtag YOLO. Right? RIGHT? Sigh.

Okay, so once back on, I will grudgingly admit, my world didn’t come crashing down. But best not to make this a habit, yes? My closet has feelings too you know? And besides, I don’t want my credit card lulled in to a false sense of security.

As a blogger, online shopper and social media lurker, this post really was going to be about the severely dependent relationship we have with Internet. How it validates, gratifies, proves and cements our social existence with an intensity that just can’t be duplicated. It really was. But now that I see signal strength, I really must go Instagram my Latte and make that ever important pick- XPro or LoFi?

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  1. I think there are three of you running this website. The Priyanka that occasionally authors blogs like this (which I love) is definitely not the same Priyanka who opines on fashion. Case in point : ‘Giving us a major Spring ’13 trend, the stripes, were these lovely ladies at their respective events recently. ‘..WTF, Woman?!?!

  2. P&P, No offence…but you guys should stick to commenting on fashion – that’s what you do best. Why try entering the terrain of that over-rated Brett Easton?

  3. Also mad props to you girls. I take it you’ll have full time jobs and do this on the side? And yet you update the blog everyday. Thats amazing. When I get back from work, i sit on my couch and watch bad TV.

  4. P&P , Identify myself with every word you wrote ! just had the same day this past wednesday and guess what i forced myself to watch ‘The Social Network ‘ movie whic was on my pending list 😛

    Anyways do post occasional rants on topics you feel for !

  5. WTF is this? Stick to your boring commentary on fashion. This is so obviously not written by P or P as neither have the grasp of lengthy prose to write this rambling nonsense.

  6. Go ahead and write on things other than fashion sometimes! Don’t listen to haters. BTW Mercury was probably retrograde at the time.

  7. Loved it. Not just the representation of a collective malady but the insight into the people (person) I read, like clockwork, each morning.


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