I hate filling forms, but what I hate even more is paperwork. So I’m extremely grateful to the Delhi government for not making it exceptionally difficult to get media accreditation for the Commonwealth Games in October. Got the form online, filled it, printed it, sent it off. Registered online. Done. I can now officially waste the first half of October waiting for something to happen.

I spent yesterday puttering about online. It is way more interesting to read other people’s blogs and see their word count grow even as yours remains static. It’s even more interesting to complain to the Twitterverse about anything and everything.

And yes, I just said Twitterverse. I have now officially made the transition from someone who hated Twitter to someone who lies in bed at night tweeting on her phone (you can follow me here). It’s hard for me to explain why anyone would like Twitter because I didn’t start enjoying it until very recently as well, but I remember reading Marianne Elliott’s thoughts on Twitter on her blog, and her description stayed with me.

She wrote, “Twitter is like a tearoom but better. In most tearooms you have variations of the same conversation with the same person about the problems they are having with their manager/mother-in-law/teenage son. On Twitter I get to drop in on conversations between smart, funny people who are reading the newspaper (so I don’t have to), keeping track of developments in the publishing industry, talking about new forms of activism, sharing links to beautiful images or insightful writing or just being generally hilarious.”

I like that. You don’t have to follow every conversation, but when you’re on a break, you can log in, say hi, know a little more about what’s going on in the world and then return to your work. At least that’s how I’ve been using it.

In other news, today we make yet another attempt to get our marriage registered. Wish us luck!