45/46th

I haven't been writing at all recently and for that I am deeply sorry.
Izzy arrived yesterday and to welcome her into the Delhi scene I took her to the pit that is My Bar. Mandy joined us. We drank rum and Tzinga (a crazy energy drink 'potent. positive. energy.'). before that I had probably the only ever 2nd interview given for my MA course. I can't tell if that is a good or a bad thing. He said that I was a 'wildcard' in the selection process and that he wanted to know whether I was really interested in the course and gave me 24 hours to reply. I told him that I didn't need the 24 hours and that I could tell him now that I wanted to be on the course. I don't know if I convinced him but before he put the phone down he said that he thought he'd made his mind up. Before this Alka and I went to Shobha's house and had a productive meeting and some very tasty lunch before some of Diana Spencer's relatives arrived at her door. We spoke about where they'd been and what they'd seen in the last week. They were nice people but I could feel myself speaking a lot betterer. I almost forgot about this meeting because of the stress that surrounded the Courtauld interview.
Today has been very productive. I have finished my research for Alka's Self/ Other session and we've made a lot of progress with the curation of Shobha's exhibition. Images finalised, floor plan sorted etc. etc. It feels nice to have a little less work to do. This did not last for long though as I was given another presentation job straight afterwards.
I have some photos to upload and that will happen tomorrow. I really don't like falling behind with this thing, I feel like I've lost two/ three days of my life.

40th

On the verge of forty days and forty nights. Good old Jesus, he must have found whatever it was that he did quite an effort. It feels short, but I know I've been here for quite some time.

Yesterday evening I went to an amazing light and sound show with stellar projections and French turntablists and beatmakers. They were called The Scratch Bandits Crew. Bad name good music. They had an opera singer on first who was singing over edIT beats.

I saw a man I'd met twice with Annu too. Its odd, we keep bumping into each other. His name is Dr Singh and he is an Ayurvedic masseuse. He was telling me that I should go to his home town of Dharamshala, and that if I did his friends would help me out. However, he was also telling me about lonely women that he gives massages plus more to.

I then had to rush back to the hotel for my interview with Martin Caiger-Smith for a place on the Courtauld's curation course. Bits of the interview keep coming back to me and I feel even more embarrassed about them. Embarrassed of myself, to myself! For instance when he asked "Tell me about an exhibition you went to recently where the curation stood out?" And I spoke about a tiny little exhibition in the Experimental Art Gallery at IHC not having any wall texts. Not what he was looking for, I don't think. I can communicate complex ideas so much better in writing.

After that I met a man who, I think, is trying to scam me by 'starting a business with me' and a lovely, tired Israeli guy. We spoke about the freedom and opportunity of this country, the energy in the universe and how Hebrew letters relate to numbers etc. His name was Eli oh but he introduced himself as Leo. L-E-O.