Nothing in particular

I am not the best to meet deadlines. I have with me assignments from a little more than last year. There are two books and some designing...things are piling up as always.
When I look back, I see that I have never really worked for a salary under someone - except that one year stunt in 89. I could not have survived more than six months had I been on my own, but I was not and so was forced to complete 12 months. Oh Yes, in the beginning of my move down south, there was that 12 day job at a 'deco-pack' establishment. Thankfully, they let me go.
This is not to say I have never worked under heads.  I guess I have, all my life but the leash was longer. I had more freedom. I was not so 'answerable' for my licenses to them. Most of them indulged me I guess.
And now Hema, the clairvoyant I saw the other day, tells me that "working under someone is death" for me.
Well, I am alive and I am my own boss!
That has had its own minuses. For many years I have lived with no clear idea of where to get my next meal. But things have worked almost mysteriously. Sometimes I have had a last moment rescue of sorts.
I remember walking the streets of Ahmedabad on a Diwali day without food. Towards evening I met Apurva Desai, who brought me home and gave me Diwali treats and money to return to Baroda.
Curiously, the surname Desai has something to do with feeding me!
But that seems over. I must willingly fuss over what I eat: no junk-food anymore, no oil, no meats...
Were I to meet a last minute rescuer now, who, imagine, had nothing for me except oil soaked, deep fried red meat kabobs, what would I do?
The long and the short of it is that life is full of rules now. I am not so free in choosing my fare like in the past. In the past there was youth in abundance, I must say. There was muscle and madness.