Saturday, November 28, 2009

Dear diary (or the futility of all human relationships)

I had an awesome day today. Slept well, had a good breakfast, a long ride across the length of the city, an awesome lunch with great company, an evening on marine drive that flew by faster than i could catch it, night in bandra having a great time with nicky, followed by a ride home, a dinner of steamed fish while watching my first ever blu-ray movie (the ugly truth, for the record - nice movie!). And now i'm in bed with the lights out.

and suddenly everything seems to fall apart.

i'm sick of this. Of things that are perfect, things that are kinda awesome, things that are fucked up.

why does everything have to be either sweet, bitter-sweet, or bitter? Why should everyone leave this sickening taste at the back of my mouth?

on awesome days like this one, i await the blank loneliness of the void.

good night, diary!

Thursday, November 26, 2009

the twenty sixth of november

i don't know why i do some of the things i do.

i have always been half a cynic at heart.

but i don't know what happened to me last night or why, when i decided i'm going to maintain 24 hours of internet silence in memory of yesterday, last year.

every time i opened twitter and felt the urge to tweet, i said a silent prayer.

because ultimately, that's where i think our sole hope lies.

not in the power of the police.

not in the power of the government.

not in the power of foreign policy.

not in the power of terror.

it's the power in us. in our deeds. in our thoughts. in our prayers. in our spirit.

we will never forget. even when we forget why.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

delayed translation #win (or why it's so hard to buy tuna)

for the last 26 years of my life, i've only had tuna from a tin. i never wondered why. i kinda assumed it's cos we don't get it in the sea around here.

till one day a couple of weeks ago, mom made tuna curry, without telling me.

i loved it.

i asked her which fish it was.

i was told it's tuna.

i asked her where she got it from.

i was told it was from the local fish market.

i asked her how come she'd never brought it before.

i was told it's because she never know what's the local (marathi) word for tuna.

mom's been buying fish for atleast 40 years now.

all i could say was "now that you know what it's called, please buy it more often" :D

ps: the fish is called "kuupa" :)


i remember the last time there was a H1N1 scare in mumbai. it was the week that ended on 14th august 2009. there were reminder emails being sent out requesting people to stay at home if they showed any sort of flu symptoms, we had hand sanitizers kept ready, face masks were made available on request, etc. i stopped all contact with doors, etc (yesh, i was actually pushing doors open with my foot, and using napkins to touch doorknobs etc)

everyone in my office was sneezing and coughing. a small fraction of them stayed at home too.

even the normally nonchalant working mumbai junta were wearing face masks or poorly draped handkerchiefs UNDER their helmets and inside their air conditioned cars on the roads.

i survived the week without a sneeze or a cough or a face mask.

we then had independence day on the 15th, and people (not me, i was busy drinking away my birthday :D) gathered in large numbers for flag hoisting, parades etc, despite all logic that said it's best to stay away from crowded places. and the next monday, everyone i saw was fit as a fiddle. not a mask in sight, on the roads even!

a couple of days ago, we all got another reminder email that H1N1 flu is spreading in the northern hemisphere.

everyone in my office is sneezing and coughing. few people are staying home too.

i have a bad cold, a sore throat, and a mild fever.

i think we'll need a national celebration this weekend.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

multi-polar disorder

there's the joker kris, who pokes fun of everyone and anyone.

there's the butt of all jokes kris who only makes his appearance with a few friends who know him well enough to not be scared of him taking their case in return.

there's the emo kris, that only a few women know about, since he calls them up once a couple of weeks to cry on the phone.

there's the reading kris, who would rather shut himself in a book than talk (he hasn't made an appearance for over 5 years now).

there's the shy kris, who people suspect exist, but most haven't seen. he's been awol since 1999, cos everytime he tries to make an appearance, the kris' shout him down.

(quoted from a mail i sent someone - been lying in my blog drafts for 8 months now!!!)

Monday, November 16, 2009

chronicles of happy times!!!

that's some amazing dark lager in the pitcher there. and with the amount of alcohol in my blood, you could probably call my pee kingfisher or something :D

ps: you just gotta go to the "first brewhouse" aka doolally at corinthian club, pune, and have the beer for yourself. it's the first (and probably only) microbrewery in this country!

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