1.30 am: Finally pack up n head out to my make-up van... shucks !! Forgot about designer's assistant waiting for fittings for this morning's schedule. Grumbling and doing fittings.

2.30 am: Finally reached home after all the hullabaloo. Have a terrible urge to read a book (God bless me! Have finally lost it). Read three pages of a Doreen Virtue book and pass out.

11 am: Wake up to Edith Piaf's romantic hit "La vie in rose" and a pooch fight, right outside my bedroom door. Found a mangled teddy bear..

12.15 pm: Rushing to Whistling Woods to complete the song of Hello Darling. looks like used the word "rush" too soon. Stranded in Mumbai traffic..

4.25pm: Location shifted due to heavy rains.. Back to Whistling Woods.. Having a military discussion with Gul n tweeting (thank God for a wi-fi lounge)

6.30 pm: Great! Being paid to be other people. In today's case dancing like other people.

8.30 pm: Second costume change. I think I look like a prisoner/cat/waif.

9.30 pm: Work going great so far. If work is so terrific, why do they have to pay you for it (Note to self: Shut up, Celina. Producer may take it seriously)

11 pm: still shooting. Will pack up by

2 am, I presume. Knee hurts from dance injury.

11.30 pm: Am tired. Heck! Used up all my sick days, so tomorrow am calling in dead!!