Monday, September 27, 2010

Bye. Bye.

Okay. If not evident already, I am tired, exhausted and bored of myself. Hence. No more self indulgence. So no more posting till I have something that doesnt include whining. Okthxbai.

Till further notice.

Monday, February 15, 2010

Spektor's "Edit" at 5 in the morning is about as insanely trippy as Lounge Piranha doing their Uni-Queue "Another Brick in the Wall/ Dum Maro Dum". I'm not even going to judge which is better. Except considering I'm heterosexual and all, I'm going with Lounge. But only just.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Since visits to new places requires creation of an opinion about them.

So Bombay.

The thing is. I've always known I would love it. And in more than one way, I knew it even before I actually got to know it. Unlike Pink, I did not really do a Bambai parikrama. And whatever I did, is quite a blur. That city is a blur. Correction. That island is a blur. A very pretty one at that. The part I remember quite clearly is getting on a local train. And discovering that women aren't nice, accommodating or pleasant when it comes to public transport. Especially the elderly. Their vocabulary is also quite rich--laden with the choicest expletives. I now know that a bullet is all one needs to become firang/tourist haven. I've found an Oly too. It looks exactly the same. A dingy alleyway leading up a tunnel-like flight of stairs, the carpet withering away with age and relentless tolerating of the degenerate. And cheap alcohol, of course. I didn't bother to find out whether there was beef steak on the menu although. Also, Marine Drive is not the place to exhibit your vocal talents or lack thereof. I've learnt that the most profound conversations can take place over sucky coffee in places with horribly misspelt items on the menu.
Quite surreal then it was, to discover that Porcupine Tree concerts are meant to stop human communication for quite a while afterward and can be felt completely without any substance in your system.
That bargaining with Pink is the shit. All we do is walk away.

There's also the fact that Juhu beach at 2 30 is the coldest thing in Bombay in December.

Added to my list now is the following wisdom "it just takes a set of car keys to start a relationship".

And apparently it just takes 3 days to want to fall in love. With a blur. This blur they call an island. This island they call a blur.