Archive for September, 2007

Thursday September 13, 2007


2007
09.13

Today, after eons, I touched base with the King Of Wands (the tarot card that best describes this particular individual’s character). This person is truly enigmatic and never fails to stimulate all my senses. He’s witty, intelligent and charming, sans ever having to actually drop any lines, if you know what I mean.

Many months back, the tarot cards predicted that this person will always be within my radar, for reasons unexplained, more in the capacity of a mentor more than a lover. The twain could meet, of course. But to make doubly sure that it never does, I nipped all communication in the bud, for the simple reason that he belongs to someone else.

Deception of any sort is not my cup of tea. Eventually the people who do the deceiving end also get deceived.

A week back by a strange quirk of fate I needed to get in touch with him again through work. After much pondering and postponing, I picked up the phone and had the most upbeat conversation As usual we were rolling with the punches and the punch-lines, like a house on fire.

That’s how it is with most people I’ve been attracted to in the past. As Renee Zelwegger’s character in Jerry Mcguire, would put it in, they had me from hello.

Often I’ve had to say goodbye due to a multitude of reasons. None I have regretted so far.

Better still, some of these obscure attractions have metamorphosed into excellent friendships, mentor-ships (if there were such a word) and allies. Touche. 

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Wednesday September 12, 2007


2007
09.12

Just finished berating a friend who can’t seem to ask this girl who he fancies a simple question: Are you married?

He’s like, how can I ask her that? And I’m like, there are several other ways to paraphrase this question:

So, what do you do for fun on weekends (read with whom do you do these things)?

Where do you live (read with whom?)

And the like.

I insisted that he persist buzzing around this bonnet, until he breaks into the hive (even if there ain’t no honey in it). The bottom-line is that he is supposed to know, instead of spending eons agonising over mundane facts, and get on with the real stuff.

On the other hand though, I am having serious trouble (as usual) even locking eyes, with this tall, snooty chap, with a deep baritone, and strong jaw, I sorta fancy. All my friends are like, go talk to him. Some suggest corny punchlines, which I shrug off in a jiffy.

Why is it so easy to give advice, but so difficult to take it?!

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Monday September 10, 2007


2007
09.10

Henry Tham’s proved to be a wee bit disappointing. I expected vintage décor, ambience, some blues and jazz music. The décor is chic, new-age and all of that, but sadly has no memorable character. The music, I enjoyed when they played house, revved up with a live saxophone, until this gave way to obnoxiously noisy techno, which I hate with a vengeance.

My drink for the evening was caprioska, which I realized tastes a lot better at Zenzi. Strangely, I paid Rs 500 for my first round of Caprioska and diet coke (drunk by a friend). And Rs 480 for round two. I wanted to quiz the bar tenders about this discrepancy, but the music sounded way louder after two drinks, and with all the din, I thought to myself, dash it.

The place was teeming with rich kids, the Alistair Pereira kind, whose folks give them a ton of cash, eventually making them do irresponsible things like drinking and driving, and not being a tad regretful post mowing down 7 people.

And can anyone blame them? The media and the judiciary are screaming blue murder for this 19-year-old. However, at the ripe young age of 19, can we expect teenagers to know Jack about life and it’s complexities, especially when parents don’t slap your conscience into shape during your formative years? Sigh…these kind of rich kids, I don’t envy.

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Saturday September 8, 2007


2007
09.08

After the calm, comes the…party!!

Off to Henry Tham’s tonight for a farewell cum birthday celebration (someone else’s). Tomorrow, it’s family time with the folks.

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Friday September 7, 2007


2007
09.07

After the storm comes the calm. And now I am experiencing the calm.

Pop is home, after two weeks in hospital, my home ie here in Mumbai, along with the mother. They will be here for at least another 12 days until he recuperates completely.

This arrangement feels rather nice and transports me back to my school days. Except it’s a whole lot better. I experience all the trimmings of life at home with the folks, sans the trappings (compulsion to take unsolicited advice), plus home cooked meals (mum’s cooking), long conversations, having the mother supervise the maid ‘n’ more. Feels good.

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Wednesday September 5, 2007


2007
09.05

After sleeping for years on a mattress sprawled across the floor, I now have trouble sleeping on a bed — a stylish wroth iron one at that, with a sturdy mattress, and soft silky-touch linen.

I feel a little like that  man who survived for years in the mean streets, and could never sleep peacefully in the comfortable, quiet confines of a brick and mortar home, there after. He was too used to the sights, smells and sounds of the sidewalk.  

On a different note, I think it’s shameless how the media is washing that ex-model geetanjali’s dirty linen in public. It’s most intrusive. Yesterday a pshychiatrist called her ‘psychotic’ on national television. And the Mumbai carried a story ‘From riches to rags’. Why can’t they just let her be?

 

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Tuesday September 4, 2007


2007
09.04

Last weekend Sulagna and I had a cat fright.

A humongous tabby cat broke into her living room at precisely 11.30 pm, just as Slug was lounging around, couch potato-style. The cat was injured, and I think she (or he) was looking for a cosy corner to recuperate. Her hind leg was bleeding, thus making her sufficiently agitated. And every time we ventured near her, she hissed and took a couple of swipes at us with those claws.

Sulagna wanted her out. So, the watchman attempted to terrorise her into leaving. In fact he ended up being terrorised, by the sight of her claws and fangs. Soon, he made like a tree and left (in Back To The Future-speak). Maybe she’s a housecat who was abandoned.

So, we called up the SPCA, who said they could come in and take her the next morning. However, the stench of blood mingling with maggots and raw skin, was positively unbearable. At the same time, we wanted her to be taken care off. So, we called up the fire brigade who merely smirked when we said, “Ek billy hamara ghar mein ghus gaya”. They gave us the phone number of Karuna emergency ambulance service, which is a strange sort of emergency service; they function only during the day. But during the day, they do not answer the phone.

In the meantime, tabby dashed into the bathroom and hid in a corner. We left some milk at the door and shut it. Slug popped over to my place for the night, and went on mumbling something to the effect of, “I hope the damn thing doesn’t die”.  

The next day the SPCA did come and take her. They stepped inside the bathroom, placed a comfy looking basket in front of her, and tabby gingerly, stepped in. They are now taking good care of her, and have named Mr Sarkar (sulagna’s surname). I presume now that it’s a male cat. Slug calls them up on a regualr basis to track it’s progress.

On a different note, pop is feeling better and recovering  nicely. He can’t speak much, but never fails to mouth two words everyday: Sensex and NIFTY. Following this, I update him on the figure at the close of trading.

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