Showing posts with label Rambling. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rambling. Show all posts
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Chez le dentist
Last week I got a phone call from a dentist's clinic telling me that I was due for a 'clean-up.' Considering I've never had one before, nor announced to anyone about wanting one, I was a bit astonished when she asked me if the next Saturday 10:00 am was suitable for me.
I'd been to this dentist about eight months ago to have some wisdom (teeth) extracted. And he'd mentioned then that it would be good for me to have a clean-up and it was essential to have one every six months.
Very efficient secretary. Within 30 seconds of the phone call, I'd been 'confirmed' for my appointment, and received a reminder phone call and message two days before the appointment. And yes, this morning, at 10:30 I found myself hurrying to the dentist's clinic where the efficient secretary brushed me into the room with the funky chair, funky lights, and I'm not even going to mention the menacing poky things lying all around.
In the next 5 minutes, the dentist politely made a few jokes, caused me a reasonable amount of discomfort, and earned Rs. 700, all while listening to a slimy Daniel Bedingfield song on his World Space gadget.
The dentist then suggested that I could do with a slight tooth-straightening. Which I translated as him suggesting that I pay him Rs 20,000 in exchange for rubber-banded clams on my teeth for a year and a half. All this to add aesthetic 'face' value.
I said, no thanks. Especially since just 2 days ago someone mentioned that my slightly large front tooths make me resemble Hermione Granger. So, no thanks.
And gah to all efficient secretaries, who while bidding me goodbye noted down my name in her busy diary, and casually mentioned that she would be calling me soon to fix an appointment to fill up a tiny cavity the dentist had seen. Hmmp.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Slamdunk me
It's a full moon night, and my head is spinning with angst and brain-rush. I wish I was old, content and lesbian. All this being young, passionate, and restless business is too hard.
Anyway, I thought about blogging to write about songs that always stay magical. One of them, for me, is Broken Wings by Mr Mister. It evokes a strong emotion each time I hear it. And it will always have the same effect. Right now, it is successfully amplifying my head-spinning-with-angst-and-brain-rush-disorder. Very much so.
I have nothing else to say about magical songs. I hope you have a few. Keep them safe and close. Terrifically useful.
And now, back to soothing my stomach ulcer and to watch Dr. Strangelove Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb for the sixth time. Farewell.
Anyway, I thought about blogging to write about songs that always stay magical. One of them, for me, is Broken Wings by Mr Mister. It evokes a strong emotion each time I hear it. And it will always have the same effect. Right now, it is successfully amplifying my head-spinning-with-angst-and-brain-rush-disorder. Very much so.
I have nothing else to say about magical songs. I hope you have a few. Keep them safe and close. Terrifically useful.
And now, back to soothing my stomach ulcer and to watch Dr. Strangelove Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb for the sixth time. Farewell.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Hair goes
I've just had a hair cut. Turns out to be the most drastic haircut I've had since 1995. I went to a fancy, well known salon - Manea. Sitting there in the reception, checking out the chic women and men lounging about, it seemed that more than a salon, this place was a hangout for the Page 3 victims of Hyderabad.
I waited, and then was introduced to the stylist who 'would take care of me.' He took me to a seat, fluffed my hair about, and asked me what I wanted.
"Trim." I said. "Something stylish, though."
"Funky?" he asked.
"Stylish," I repeated, "but not outrageous." He laughed. I should have known at that point. That laugh meant something else.
He proceeded, with utmost craftsmanship, to neatly divide my hair into four parts and slowly start snipping. I admired his focus, and I thought, "Ah, such an artist-like concentration and sincerity." I watched. Snip snip snip. So much shorter? But I decided to trust him. So much concentration must lead to something nice right? Snip snip snip.
20 minutes later. He smiles. Brings out the mirror, and shows me the back of my head. Am stunned. I run my hands over the back of my head. It can't be...
He brushes and swooshes me out, and guides me to the receptionist, whose eyes seem to pop out, and then says: "That looks great."
Ha. Sure.
I wont bother outlining the reactions I've got so far. And I've never seen people be so frank in saying things that can translate into - 'Oh, such a shame.' Where are the polite liars?
My only consolation is that, I don't have to look at me. I will avoid mirrors, and other reflecting surfaces. And I will ignore the sniggering. A tough test of character and will power.
But, as I've always consoled my friends, and now I will repeat to myself six times a day - hair grows. Bring on the Parachute Coconut oil.
I waited, and then was introduced to the stylist who 'would take care of me.' He took me to a seat, fluffed my hair about, and asked me what I wanted.
"Trim." I said. "Something stylish, though."
"Funky?" he asked.
"Stylish," I repeated, "but not outrageous." He laughed. I should have known at that point. That laugh meant something else.
He proceeded, with utmost craftsmanship, to neatly divide my hair into four parts and slowly start snipping. I admired his focus, and I thought, "Ah, such an artist-like concentration and sincerity." I watched. Snip snip snip. So much shorter? But I decided to trust him. So much concentration must lead to something nice right? Snip snip snip.
20 minutes later. He smiles. Brings out the mirror, and shows me the back of my head. Am stunned. I run my hands over the back of my head. It can't be...
He brushes and swooshes me out, and guides me to the receptionist, whose eyes seem to pop out, and then says: "That looks great."
Ha. Sure.
I wont bother outlining the reactions I've got so far. And I've never seen people be so frank in saying things that can translate into - 'Oh, such a shame.' Where are the polite liars?
My only consolation is that, I don't have to look at me. I will avoid mirrors, and other reflecting surfaces. And I will ignore the sniggering. A tough test of character and will power.
But, as I've always consoled my friends, and now I will repeat to myself six times a day - hair grows. Bring on the Parachute Coconut oil.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Note to self
If I post one more post I have posted more posts this month than days in the month gone by.
Advice
When asked in a TV interview, how could she look so good at age 70? Sophia Loren replied:
Posture. My back is always straight. And I don't make old people's noises.
Posture. My back is always straight. And I don't make old people's noises.
Friday, February 08, 2008
Witches Promise
Talking about Witches, this video of Jethro Tull's Witches Promise is super. Ian Anderson's expressions are priceless. I tripped on it for weeks.
Sin Soaked Holiday
I woke up with a big swollen eye. Not pretty. Alarming enough to stop me from going to work and want to visit a doctor. This would be the first time I've visited a doctor in Hyderabad. Doctor pronounced everything ok, and I was free to do as I pleased for Rest Of Day.
The weather being absolutely, perfectly, romantically dreamy and overcast, I set off walking around the lovely KBR national park. Must pause here to appreciate the existence of my ego. This ego would not allow me to show my face with swollen eye to ANYONE I know. However, pertaining to people I didn't know, the Ego felt ok giving them a full dose of the ugliness. In fact, I decided I would try and scare some people, by suddenly appearing around corners with big swollen eye. However, this little experiment at being Boogie Man didn't work. People scarcely look other people in the eye. Shame.
After that, I walked around, and enjoyed a lovely unexpectedly free afternoon in Hyderabad. And I thought about how its been 19 months that I've lived here, and how from day 1, I haven't ever felt homesick, or really lonely in Hyderabad. I have a family here. (Figuratively, I mean.)
The overcast weather reminded me terribly of Goa. I dunno why, but now the rains always remind me of Goa. Probably because of the trip when all ten days in Goa, it rained, and stormed, and we got drenched each time we stepped out.
I continued wandering and found myself at Walden. Never been there before, but there was something I was longing to buy, and I knew I'd get here. And financial destruction ensued. I bought two expensive, but absolutely must-have books, and a full painting set. Everything except an easel, which would have cost me 2000 bucks, and I was bright enough to remember that I'm already broke this month (aftereffects of Iron Maiden, flying back to Hyd, and purchase of Miss Guitar). But painting material is here. And painting is something I've always done with eye infections. Spent one whole week painting when I was down with conjunctivitis. Fabulous.
The blood is feeling young, and hopefully should spill some passion.
And the eye is doing well, thank you.
The weather being absolutely, perfectly, romantically dreamy and overcast, I set off walking around the lovely KBR national park. Must pause here to appreciate the existence of my ego. This ego would not allow me to show my face with swollen eye to ANYONE I know. However, pertaining to people I didn't know, the Ego felt ok giving them a full dose of the ugliness. In fact, I decided I would try and scare some people, by suddenly appearing around corners with big swollen eye. However, this little experiment at being Boogie Man didn't work. People scarcely look other people in the eye. Shame.
After that, I walked around, and enjoyed a lovely unexpectedly free afternoon in Hyderabad. And I thought about how its been 19 months that I've lived here, and how from day 1, I haven't ever felt homesick, or really lonely in Hyderabad. I have a family here. (Figuratively, I mean.)
The overcast weather reminded me terribly of Goa. I dunno why, but now the rains always remind me of Goa. Probably because of the trip when all ten days in Goa, it rained, and stormed, and we got drenched each time we stepped out.
I continued wandering and found myself at Walden. Never been there before, but there was something I was longing to buy, and I knew I'd get here. And financial destruction ensued. I bought two expensive, but absolutely must-have books, and a full painting set. Everything except an easel, which would have cost me 2000 bucks, and I was bright enough to remember that I'm already broke this month (aftereffects of Iron Maiden, flying back to Hyd, and purchase of Miss Guitar). But painting material is here. And painting is something I've always done with eye infections. Spent one whole week painting when I was down with conjunctivitis. Fabulous.
The blood is feeling young, and hopefully should spill some passion.
And the eye is doing well, thank you.
Monday, February 04, 2008
Notes from a pre-flight wait
I'm waiting to take my flight to Hyderabad. Actually, am still at home, so not literally waiting, but still almost there. I've to leave home in the next half hour.
It's cold. Everyone's saying it, and everyone knows it, but I have to say it again. Fuck, its cold. My Google Desktop Weather Announcer announces that the low temperature for Mumbai tonight is 8 Degrees. And that, is cold. Bombay hasn't seen such chilly-ness for 45 years, someone told me. Brr... it is cold, I repeat.
I saw Mel's baby yesterday. He's beautiful. Touch wood, and I wont say anymore because am superstitious and all.
I also attended a Split gig last night, at the new pub in Mulund called Bond. Weird name, but nice place, and dear Hardik allowed me to use his Canon Rebel XTi DigiSLR all evening. I must have taken 400 photos of ze boys.
I was thinking yesterday, I owe loads of happy and brilliant fun evenings to Split. Really, so many fabulous evenings. Glad to know them. Split splat.
Now, I must leave. Farewell, beloved Mumbai.
It's cold. Everyone's saying it, and everyone knows it, but I have to say it again. Fuck, its cold. My Google Desktop Weather Announcer announces that the low temperature for Mumbai tonight is 8 Degrees. And that, is cold. Bombay hasn't seen such chilly-ness for 45 years, someone told me. Brr... it is cold, I repeat.
I saw Mel's baby yesterday. He's beautiful. Touch wood, and I wont say anymore because am superstitious and all.
I also attended a Split gig last night, at the new pub in Mulund called Bond. Weird name, but nice place, and dear Hardik allowed me to use his Canon Rebel XTi DigiSLR all evening. I must have taken 400 photos of ze boys.
I was thinking yesterday, I owe loads of happy and brilliant fun evenings to Split. Really, so many fabulous evenings. Glad to know them. Split splat.
Now, I must leave. Farewell, beloved Mumbai.
Sunday, February 03, 2008
The God of small impulses
Today I lived on impulse. A whole day in Bombay, by myself, with a very vague agenda, and lots of time in between.
In Bombay it is so easy to do things impulsively. I can stop anywhere and there's street food handy. I ate a samosa on the railway station, on an impulse 2 minutes before my train arrived. I got off the train on an impulse and went and bought something I wont reveal I've bought as yet. Wow. Nice move. That tasty samosa was a good omen.
Nothing like a good day in a chilly wintery Mumbai doing nothing but whatever you want. I bought loads of things, wandered loads, and randomly ate things.
But my train journey gave me a nasty shock. Fast train, really pacing, and suddenly a loud crash and the train is shuddering and I can hear metal cracking... A whole packed compartment of women freaking out... I thought the train was derailing... or was it an explosion? And inside a packed train, you're terribly helpless.
Turned out that a bike got hit by the train. And two boys. Very horrifying. By the sound of it, the bike must have been smashed beyond repair. I don't want to think what happened to the boys. All the other women in the train were talking about it very casually, it's sad, but train accidents happen a lot. I remember reading somewhere that the train drivers actually suffer depression at times because of the number of people they 'go over' in the course of a career. It's unreal. To save the lives of the thousands of people on the train, sometimes you don't have a choice but to take a life. I wonder what makes these people cross the tracks so rashly?
Impulse?
In Bombay it is so easy to do things impulsively. I can stop anywhere and there's street food handy. I ate a samosa on the railway station, on an impulse 2 minutes before my train arrived. I got off the train on an impulse and went and bought something I wont reveal I've bought as yet. Wow. Nice move. That tasty samosa was a good omen.
Nothing like a good day in a chilly wintery Mumbai doing nothing but whatever you want. I bought loads of things, wandered loads, and randomly ate things.
But my train journey gave me a nasty shock. Fast train, really pacing, and suddenly a loud crash and the train is shuddering and I can hear metal cracking... A whole packed compartment of women freaking out... I thought the train was derailing... or was it an explosion? And inside a packed train, you're terribly helpless.
Turned out that a bike got hit by the train. And two boys. Very horrifying. By the sound of it, the bike must have been smashed beyond repair. I don't want to think what happened to the boys. All the other women in the train were talking about it very casually, it's sad, but train accidents happen a lot. I remember reading somewhere that the train drivers actually suffer depression at times because of the number of people they 'go over' in the course of a career. It's unreal. To save the lives of the thousands of people on the train, sometimes you don't have a choice but to take a life. I wonder what makes these people cross the tracks so rashly?
Impulse?
Stuck in the middle of words
It's that time and phase when I find it hard to write. Am struggling to write. There's so much I have to write about... but the words.. are... sluggy.
Bike ride to Srisailem! I haven't even mentioned the great adventures.
Am in Bombay and having a superfunpacked agenda.
Mel&Sim have a baby boy. The best news I got in ages. (Mel says his baby looks like an alien) Boy, I can hardly wait to see him.
Split gig tomorrow.
And finally, I attended the Iron Maiden concert last evening. I've always been terribly reluctant to spend so much money on something that lasts only a couple of hours. Rs 1650? I wouldnt have a few months ago... But, am glad I attended. Quite an experience.
I felt as if the Gods had come on stage to perform. The whole experience - the stage and changing backdrops. Bruce's insane energy and power. His costumes. And the fact that every single note and key was perfectly in place. Every single solo, ever single time. And to think they're nearly 60 years old! What a feat.
I solemnly swear that I'm attending every concert I can get my ass to.
Bike ride to Srisailem! I haven't even mentioned the great adventures.
Am in Bombay and having a superfunpacked agenda.
Mel&Sim have a baby boy. The best news I got in ages. (Mel says his baby looks like an alien) Boy, I can hardly wait to see him.
Split gig tomorrow.
And finally, I attended the Iron Maiden concert last evening. I've always been terribly reluctant to spend so much money on something that lasts only a couple of hours. Rs 1650? I wouldnt have a few months ago... But, am glad I attended. Quite an experience.
I felt as if the Gods had come on stage to perform. The whole experience - the stage and changing backdrops. Bruce's insane energy and power. His costumes. And the fact that every single note and key was perfectly in place. Every single solo, ever single time. And to think they're nearly 60 years old! What a feat.
I solemnly swear that I'm attending every concert I can get my ass to.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Half past midnight
One thing I know. I'm fairly content these days. Back in Hyd, important decisions made, things to settle down doing, and more importantly, things to do.
But because right now I'm so fairly content, I have no time to brood. Or muse. Or write interesting posts filled with my confusion and complications.
Anyhow, good times don't last. That much I know...
So bring it on. Whatever's coming next.
Second quote for the day -
Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would ever try.
- Micheal Jackson, in THRILLER.
But because right now I'm so fairly content, I have no time to brood. Or muse. Or write interesting posts filled with my confusion and complications.
Anyhow, good times don't last. That much I know...
So bring it on. Whatever's coming next.
Second quote for the day -
Cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would ever try.
- Micheal Jackson, in THRILLER.
Breathe in, breathe out
Just saw an absolutely adorable movie. As good as it gets.
With some killer dialogues that I thought I must blog.
And now am listening to some music, and each song reminds me of someone - an ex-boyfriend, a classmate, my sister.
And I'm filled with a crazy energy again, and I jump out of my lazy stupor and run around my room, feeling a mad urge to do something.
I want to paint a wall in this room. Scribble.
I want to dance again. Hysterically.
I want to work out in a gym and tear my muscles.
I want to shiver in the fantastically chilly winter air in the moonlight.
I want to go back in time.
And now its gone. The mad urge, all gone. With one song, that sucks the life out of me. I feel old, and I don't even feel like publishing this.
Quote for the day -
Time passes so quickly, you can't even breathe, and the day is over.
- Maria B C
With some killer dialogues that I thought I must blog.
And now am listening to some music, and each song reminds me of someone - an ex-boyfriend, a classmate, my sister.
And I'm filled with a crazy energy again, and I jump out of my lazy stupor and run around my room, feeling a mad urge to do something.
I want to paint a wall in this room. Scribble.
I want to dance again. Hysterically.
I want to work out in a gym and tear my muscles.
I want to shiver in the fantastically chilly winter air in the moonlight.
I want to go back in time.
And now its gone. The mad urge, all gone. With one song, that sucks the life out of me. I feel old, and I don't even feel like publishing this.
Quote for the day -
Time passes so quickly, you can't even breathe, and the day is over.
- Maria B C
Thursday, January 03, 2008
I solemnly swear...
Ze new year iz here. And Sasi and Pranav, and everyone else is putting up their new year resolutions. I must drown myself and go with ze flow.
I hereby solemnly resolve to accomplish the following exciting tasks this year, and infinitely improve the world in the process of doing so. Very good.
1. Learn magic.
2. Start a brilliant online-wiki-collaborative-art movement.
3. Self develop- read more, write more, think more, make music, travel, learn, learn, learn.
- Read continually.
- Write stories and poems.
- Buy a guitar and be the cool guitar girl at everyone's party.
- Save money, invest, and then be able to shop also!
- Travel so much. London? Australia?
4. Buy a camera. Finally.
5. Be good daughter and make family happy to be my family.
6. Be healthy and peaceful. Gym, and eat good food.
7. Save money.
8. Learn to cook, parsi food, et al.
9. Read a new wikipedia page everyday and know it all.
10. Work supremely hard and not waste time.
11. Save money.
12. Buy 2 sex toys for Melroy.
13. Conserve electricity and water.
14. Make time to improve my designing and photoshopping.
15. Dance. Often.
Satisfactory.
I solemnly swear to review this list at the end of the year and give myself a score.
Quote for the day -
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
- You ought to know where this quote is from.
I hereby solemnly resolve to accomplish the following exciting tasks this year, and infinitely improve the world in the process of doing so. Very good.
1. Learn magic.
2. Start a brilliant online-wiki-collaborative-art movement.
3. Self develop- read more, write more, think more, make music, travel, learn, learn, learn.
- Read continually.
- Write stories and poems.
- Buy a guitar and be the cool guitar girl at everyone's party.
- Save money, invest, and then be able to shop also!
- Travel so much. London? Australia?
4. Buy a camera. Finally.
5. Be good daughter and make family happy to be my family.
6. Be healthy and peaceful. Gym, and eat good food.
7. Save money.
8. Learn to cook, parsi food, et al.
9. Read a new wikipedia page everyday and know it all.
10. Work supremely hard and not waste time.
11. Save money.
12. Buy 2 sex toys for Melroy.
13. Conserve electricity and water.
14. Make time to improve my designing and photoshopping.
15. Dance. Often.
Satisfactory.
I solemnly swear to review this list at the end of the year and give myself a score.
Quote for the day -
I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
- You ought to know where this quote is from.
Friday, December 07, 2007
Think that
This is a ‘heavy’ moment. Emotional, I mean. I’m just back from a wedding. I’m slightly high on whisky. I’ve met Mel today, for the first time, since being in
The past 2 days, it has slowly dawned on me, have been full of conversations and exposures that are giving me a great insight and direction about what I should be doing with my life.
When I’m talking to Brad about what his life and work is like in
But yesterday, in one of our conversations, Brad said something, that shook me, and hit me, as I mentioned before, a pure moment of truth. About only me, but still.
He was telling me stories about New York and a music concert he’d attended, and people he knew, and I said that I was so frustrated about how much I was missing out… my life here seems so … pointless and vacant. And Brad said, ‘You could be in
And I wondered, but I realized it’s true. There’s so much probably happening, that I don’t have the remotest idea about. And things that I would probably love to be aware of, but am not.
When Brad was talking to the boys a couple of days ago, when we went out drinking, he told them, that it was important for them to have a strategy. To get them to where they wanted to. He said it was terribly important that people know that they performed somewhere, rather than people attending the shows. It’s all about the buzz and the talk. That’s the only way to gather around you an energy of people who like and admire and are interested in what you do.
It makes sense.
I’m still terribly vague in my head about where I really want to go.
But, to complete this interesting progression in my mind, this revealing circle of ideas and moments of pure truth - today, at the wedding I met someone who sort of gave me a complete spark to confirm what I’m thinking really makes sense.
Anuja Ghosalkar. Known her since my college days with being president of the film club. She teaches the film course at a college in Bombay, and along with that, has worked on quite a few research papers about film (its history, etc) and is now curating festivals, and incidentally mentioned experimental and conceptual art, which is so close to what I’ve been exposed to through Brad, that it was amazing to hear it from someone in Bombay, and based in Bombay.
We spoke a bit, and she was thoroughly kicked about Google Maps, and its super potential.
I’m glad another person agrees that Google is a great place for me to be right now, and my time with film will come, and this time with Google, will prove (possibly, and hopefully) to give me an interesting road to film, eventually.
I’m game for that.
Anyway, Pink Floyd is so calming now, and I have a early morning bike ride to be ready for.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
I wonder what's on my mind
My mind, and yours too (possibly) has so many... layers. Layers, for lack of a better word.
Like ---
The top of my head.
The back of my mind.
The gap in my memory.
The slip of thought.
The bottomless store of memories.
The someone always on my mind. Always.
The in between from where I function.
The... um... fountain (?) of inspiration (not very reliable though)
The space of my dreams.
The comfort of my day dreams.
The black hole of my fears, worries, and stress.
The little treasure of my imagination.
The voices in my head - the good, the bad, and the confused.
The non stop roller coaster of my emotions.
The background of music. Always.
All these facets function together sometimes, and sometimes disjoint, randomly, unexpectedly, without warning. How we deal with them constantly is what I'm wondering about right now. Oh, yea, and this is the layer of fascination and the asker of questions.
Wow.
Like ---
The top of my head.
The back of my mind.
The gap in my memory.
The slip of thought.
The bottomless store of memories.
The someone always on my mind. Always.
The in between from where I function.
The... um... fountain (?) of inspiration (not very reliable though)
The space of my dreams.
The comfort of my day dreams.
The black hole of my fears, worries, and stress.
The little treasure of my imagination.
The voices in my head - the good, the bad, and the confused.
The non stop roller coaster of my emotions.
The background of music. Always.
All these facets function together sometimes, and sometimes disjoint, randomly, unexpectedly, without warning. How we deal with them constantly is what I'm wondering about right now. Oh, yea, and this is the layer of fascination and the asker of questions.
Wow.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
A million ways to be cool
I know I still have to complete Neville's tag about a writer's meme, (have had a few interesting thoughts), and also an update about Black Jack Tuesday Night drinking club.
I'm in a bloggy mood today, and have 3 unpublished drafts that are stuck and not going anywhere.
But, instead, I'm going to post a a video, of this super fun song, that we fell in love with, and have been dancing to as often as we feel like. Pretty often, that is.
What we actually do is, play the video on my laptop, and pick a person from the video to be, and we do the exact dance while the video plays. (I'm usually the bald guy.)
It's incredible fun. Here's proof:
This is Sasidhar, Manisha, Priya and me at the super fun farewell-to-our-house party, before we moved out. Mariam - who's always in the dance generally, is missing here, out of her politeness to let Manisha try. (Mariam's the one who discovered the song.)
I'm in a bloggy mood today, and have 3 unpublished drafts that are stuck and not going anywhere.
But, instead, I'm going to post a a video, of this super fun song, that we fell in love with, and have been dancing to as often as we feel like. Pretty often, that is.
What we actually do is, play the video on my laptop, and pick a person from the video to be, and we do the exact dance while the video plays. (I'm usually the bald guy.)
It's incredible fun. Here's proof:
This is Sasidhar, Manisha, Priya and me at the super fun farewell-to-our-house party, before we moved out. Mariam - who's always in the dance generally, is missing here, out of her politeness to let Manisha try. (Mariam's the one who discovered the song.)
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Coming up
I've been having a blast. New friends, more movies, and work is interesting (something exciting about Google Maps - will post as soon as I'm allowed to reveal) and it's that time of the year.
I love Oct-Nov-Dec-Jan-Feb. Bombay gets so pretty. The city is dressed up, and lit up, and then gets stormed by all these festivals. Film festivals, music festivals, rock shows, art festivals. And the Mumbai Festival, sometime in Feb, I think.
Well, I'm not in Bombay. Am stuck in Hyderabad. And well, its lit up here as well, and the weather is awesome, the only thing missing is the magic on the streets.
Anyhow, our Blackjack's Tuesday Night Club is now a super success... We had so much fun last time, and of course being Googlers, and being online all the time, we just had to imprint The Club on cyberspace. So, there's a blog - www.bjtnc.blogspot.com, and an Orkut community. All this even though we all sit around 5 minutes away from each other... We're spammers.
I'm also working on a story. To either convert into a movie or a book. I'm very cautious about stuff when I'm writing. I don't like to share it until it's complete... and safe... But am probably going to dig up a couple of my old stories and post them here somewhere.
Oh, and the girls are back. Agent P from Calcutta, and Agent M from Kuwait.
Oh, and here's a completely, incredibly fantastically addictive game - I don't know why I didn't post this before.
Bloxorz
I love Oct-Nov-Dec-Jan-Feb. Bombay gets so pretty. The city is dressed up, and lit up, and then gets stormed by all these festivals. Film festivals, music festivals, rock shows, art festivals. And the Mumbai Festival, sometime in Feb, I think.
Well, I'm not in Bombay. Am stuck in Hyderabad. And well, its lit up here as well, and the weather is awesome, the only thing missing is the magic on the streets.
Anyhow, our Blackjack's Tuesday Night Club is now a super success... We had so much fun last time, and of course being Googlers, and being online all the time, we just had to imprint The Club on cyberspace. So, there's a blog - www.bjtnc.blogspot.com, and an Orkut community. All this even though we all sit around 5 minutes away from each other... We're spammers.
I'm also working on a story. To either convert into a movie or a book. I'm very cautious about stuff when I'm writing. I don't like to share it until it's complete... and safe... But am probably going to dig up a couple of my old stories and post them here somewhere.
Oh, and the girls are back. Agent P from Calcutta, and Agent M from Kuwait.
Oh, and here's a completely, incredibly fantastically addictive game - I don't know why I didn't post this before.
Bloxorz
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