Bundle of nerves

Why is it that whenever I have something important coming up, my stomach always goes for a toss?

I got up at 10 today. That’s a bit late for me, but we had been playing Cluedo at a friend’s place until late the previous night. But today I have an important audition and an even more important phone call to make. It is going to be a nerve-wracking day.

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No calm in sight
Why is it that whenever I have something important coming up, my stomach always goes for a toss? No sooner have I had my morning tea, than I get a weird feeling in my stomach. Whatever I eat doesn’t go down well. I give up after that — it’s better to stay hungry than be so miserable.

I take an auto to Bandra. I can never think or see straight while taking a ride in an auto. I’m tall so I always have to bend down to look at the road. If not, I keep my eyes peeled on the meter. Especially after the recent hike in fares, my eyes are usually only on the meter. This doesn’t help in calming my nerves.

Good, not great
My anticipation of what the day has in store rivals that of a teenage girl who has won a contest to get kissed by Robert Pattinson of Twilight fame. Seriously girls, going gaga over a pseudo vampire is not a healthy thing. Neither is trying to find out the real identity of a wannabe model / actor / writer who is biding time till the right role comes his way.

The audition is in the open. I reach Mount Mary Church and as soon as I’m told what to do, two cops come and stop us. Having dealt with this earlier, I ask them to roll the camera and quickly give one link as soon as the cops leave. This way, I’ll be more confident when I repeat the same thing again, at a different place.

We find a quiet alley nearby and I complete the audition. I’m good, but I’m not great — the sad part is that I don’t know what else I could have done. Nonetheless, I am a lot calmer now.

But that phone call to a famous person is still pending. I’ve heard he’s a humble and simple guy, but as the time to call him nears, but my heart starts beating furiously.

He doesn’t pick up. Phew! I send him a text message introducing myself and asking for a suitable time to call. I’ll call him again tomorrow.