Lapses of lingy…

Can someone you like and in fact care about a lot (platonically speaking) also annoy you?

So much so, that you get snappy and can’t figure out if you love em’ or hate em’!

They are not specifically doing anything to annoy you, but it’s the way they speak, move, breathe that make all serene wave particles in the vicinity, jostle with confusion. The result: one gets irritable, says something snappy, this is followed by pangs of guilt, and lots of ‘I am sorry’ (but I will most probably snap at you again).

Anyways, the weekend was rather nice. Lots of food, laughter, music and long, winding car drives.

Also, reading The Buddha Of Suburbia, a hilarious novel by Hanif Kuereshi. I didn’t care too much for his short stories, which I read about 3 years back. But I loved Intimacy.

It had these flashes of wisdom put forth in a shockingly articulate manner.

Headed to Goa next week for some rain, sorpotel, playing with the the new doggie, to inspect whether the family has done justice to the new bungalow…and things like that.

No partying, lolling on the beach, dancing on tabletops etc…this one’s a family holiday.

So, I will mostly be eating, lounging around and giggling at Lassie’s shennanigans.

Heard some nice music yesterday by Post Office. Their love songs have inventive lyrics to the effect of ‘I want to be the phonograph that sings you to sleep’…Very quirky and not corny at all, like most love songs. )

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The latest addition to our family – Lassi who lives in Goa with the folks. It’s a she, but the absent-minded family often says things like ‘we just took him for a walk’ or ‘when we take him for a stroll after dinner he runs back into the living room and pees right in front of the door’. Now, imagine if the lil’ blither was a child.

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Have a got a new roommate who actually happens to be an old friend from my Pune student days.

It seems like eons ago but the memories came rushing back especially when our mutual buddyfriend who also hung out with us back then, came avisiting from Kolkata on work.

All three of us have changed or rather evolved immensely since then — for the better I think; we’ve been through crazy relationships, stupid jobs, neurotic roommates and tons more along the way. 

Exchanging notes was amusing, fun and insightful.

Other than that, met this chap yesterday from New Zealand who came all the way to India to learn the flute from Hari Prasad Chaurasia. He did learn the flute and now deejays at clubs interjecting the whole techno-disco shebang with recitals of the saxaphone and the flute. However, he thinks the maestro may not like the whole fusion bit.

Anyways, this chap digs Mumbai, Rudyard Kipling and has a penchant for non-verbal conversations with the chaiwala who lives down the lane ‘n’ doesn’t know a word of English.

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The weekend was filled with lots of exciting events (some of them unmentionable).

The last time I had prawns made in mustard oil was at my ex-boss Sutapa’s place. Since my Goan tastebuds are so used to coconut oil, I found the flavour of mustard oil a bit strong. But as my friend Nishant says, it is an acquired taste. And now I have acquired it rather well.

We went to this restaurant called O Calcutta! The food was excellent. Pricey but excellent. And all the prices ate spelt out. Rs 195 is written as One ninety five rupees.

Besides, all the traditional Bengali dishes we also had the old Calcutta version of Chinese food Tangra style. Tangra is a district in Calcutta inhabited by Chinese migrants who made Calcutta their home eons ago. The place is famous of Chinese food and leather tanneries.

Anyways, the main course and appetisers were EXCELLENT. We had a baked appetiser made of crab and shrimp, that was very delicious. I also relished the prawn malai curry.

The desserts were not too hot. The sandesh, which is my favourite mithai was a bit grainy to taste, the kind of grainy texture you get when using milk powder and not milk.

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My will to write is dead. It’s as if the well has run dry.

Anyways am off to meet an ex-journo turned film scriptwriter now, who likes jazz and considers himself to be a good buddy of Sanjay Dutt. Not that it is of any significance to me. It’s of absolutely NO significance infact, that a person should know a celebrity of any stature.

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