Weeknote #29 [W26.17–18] - Cops, poems, and housewarming parties

I have missed another weeknote — second one in three weeks.

It’s funny how I didn’t miss any for like half a year, and then once I miss one, it becomes so much easier for my brain to be okay with the idea of missing another one.

I’ve reliazed that I like writing my weeknotes, when I am in a reflective mood. The last few weeks I have been way too frustrated and demoralized by how things are progressing work-wise to take out any time for reflection (I’ve been playing online chess instead).

CND event shut down by cops because of noise complaints

We had a visit from the police during the screening of The Handmaiden at The Bangalore Local.

I saw people on X speculating over what might be the reason.

The story, however, isn’t particularly interesting. The cops didn’t even know that we were screening a file, let alone what film we were screening or what it was about. Apparently some rich & influential neighbors complained about the noise — and this seems to be a recurring problem at the venue — and the cops were insistent that we shut it down. So we did.

I was glad.

The first reason was that I had a pretty bad headache on the day, so I felt relieved to be able to leave early. And secondly, organizing events at any venue which is not Underline Center feels like a chore. This breaks allows us to take a pause, and focus on Underline events for the time being,

Using house warming parties as a way to get myself to get the new house cleaned up and organized

I hosted the fourth — and final — house warming party at my new place on April 26.

The whole series has been very fun. I’ve used them as a way to trick my brain into cleaning up and getting the new house organized.

And also to cook.

I have been cooking less than usual over the last few months. It is a result of multiple things: being out of the house too often (for CND screenings and other events), feeling too tired to cook because of how mind-numbing work is when all you do is write Claude prompts all day, and the new kitchen being a bit too small.

The last part is unfixable. In the sense that I cannot physically increase the amount of space that my kitchen has. So I need to figure out workarounds. I’ve already put the fridge and the pantry outside in the living room, but I still need to make more space for me to be able to cook freely. And I don’t yet know the best way to go about it.

Anyhow, I’m done with hosting parties for a while.

I haven’t had a restful weekend in the longest time because there always a screening, and if not, I’m hosting people for dinner. I need sleep.

I wrote poems for the first time in 15 years

I went to Shruti’s poetry workshop on Saturday (April 25).

The last time I had tried writing a poem was when I was in school and had a crush on a classmate. It was very cringe and I never tried again.

Poetry is not a medium which does a lot for me.

I have been thinking about the kind of poetry I wrote that day and what kind of poetry that generally moves me. And I think it is always the kind which is very visual, which makes you paint a clear picture in your mind that appeals to me.

I do not know yet if I will post the two very short poems I wrote. Maybe I will add a poetry page which isn’t added to the RSS feed and not easily discoverable from the home page.