Amidst the clutter of everything that makes up your universe in a bustling metropolis, and all the spiel that people, magazines, colleagues, radio, movies, books dish out, it’s important to listen to one thing in particular: Your heart.
Whether it’s about work, friends, relationships, passions, compassion, books, television, charity, lifestyle, anything and everything, your heart always knows what you really want. If you don’t listen to it, you will start getting jaded, cynical, maybe conceited too. This bit of wisdom dawned on me in the last one week in the course of a eries of conversations.
‘Taste’, ‘Touch’ — these words kept cropping up in the lingo used by this chap I met about a week back, a personal fitness trainer who helps people understand their bodies and mind and get fit from within before working on the outside. His words are coming back to me as I write this. He says we tend to stop ‘tasting’, as we go along.
Maybe that is what is happening to me. My attention span as somewhat reduced to 10 milli seconds I think, and I get so caught in my list of must-dos for the day, that the big picture gets lost. One fine day I wake with my energies going helter-skelter, thus doing a wee bit of damage to anyone who comes in my path. Al has left and the dust has not settled just yet. A couple of things he said have stirred a hornet’s nest in my head. And this chap does not mince words. So, have to attend to these things soon, or else I will become that jaded person soon.
Still Single sucks! The lighting was decent, but of course it can’t redeem a play, which reeks of a bad script. When the script is bad, nothing can redeem it, not even good actors (by the way they were not great).
What was good though was the wok buffet at All Stir Fry, an oriental restaurant at Gordon House, in Colaba.
You have a wide spread of raw veggies, seafood, meat and pasta. Piled up my bowl with broccoli, squid, prawns and some eeky-green-but-great-tasting pasta. The chef tosses the contents of your bowl in any sauce of your choice, sweet, medium or spicy. Once you’re done, you can go back for a second, third, sixth helping, as you like it. All for Rs 325 bucks. I had fun.
Next stop was Polly Esther’s where I almost passed out on the couch courtesy a lack of sleep, besides being especially frustrated that phenomenally boring work was awaiting me on a Sunday. According to Al, who somewhat considers himself to be an authority on DJ music, said that the mixing was at best just ‘basic’, whatever that means.
Other than that, have just touched base with an old friend who used to be quite obnoxious but claims to have reformed himself to become a more normal human being. Let me be the judge of that. Either ways, he’s a nice and in fact very talented, charismatic individual, except for his erstwhile obnoxious tendencies to do things like tell a guy he wants to bed his girlfriend. Such candidness would usually get him beaten up.
Somebody is W R I T I N G !
Ooooh, do I know this old obnoxious friend you just got in touch with?
Yes honey. He’s your ex
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