Annoying is not the word, I came online with the least bit of intention to blog. I know this technology works at snail speed so like any other day I thought I wouldn't even come close to checking my mails. But no...You see Murphy's Law and I go way back in time. And here I am, absolutely blank and excited. What next? A blog?...go figure!
There’s alot to be written about. Alot. So much that I can’t even locate the 'scratch'!
Bombay. Why of course. A 3 month long stay in a city like this definitely, brings along its own series of events.
No sooner did I move into a 'fledgling' pg accommodation, I found myself holding dirty dishes in one hand, and dirty clothes in the other...boy! Talk about transitions!!
We’ve done practically everything that is 'fun' according to the mortals around here. We’ve been out on trips with friends, had Chinese dosa outside college, and had coffees at thelas, 'thakur bhaiya's' cycle to be more specific. Oh and speaking of which, the man offers a wide range of delicacies like bournvita milk, chai and coffee.
I've got onto the BEST buses; I’ve negotiated with rickshaw walas in their language that's left my sister completely flabbergasted on her short trip down to Mumbai. Oh and btw she was here to meet Priyanka, not my roomy, the actress. And while I was at it, I had to put up with their loud music. When I say loud, I just don’t mean the volume.
It’s quite a struggle, y'know, to somehow put everything down here, much to my dislike. Random thoughts playing the most ruthless ball-game in my mind and I can't understand where I should put a break. Maybe at this...I met john...yeah JOHN ABRAHAM! He’s a cutie. I thought I’d gained enough sanity and semblance over my 18 years of existence until I found myself going weak in the knees at his sight! To the extent that a hand-shake would’ve got me fractured! And there definitely is no such thing as exaggeration sir...
Speaking of far-fetched, here’s something that still sounds unreal to me. I still have to pinch myself to believe that such strange things happen to me. It’s called the phone-and-wallet debacle! I LOST THEM BOTH! The wallet fell in some insignificant corner of the lokhandwala market and was found right there after a few hours of mental trauma…how utterly dull! Moving on, about the phone, this poor little slick 6300 got stolen and how! By my own roommate, who could tell…? Anyway, I enjoy the luxury of 2 now, since that dear ol’pal of mine grew a brain or a conscience or maybe popularity in the CBIs eye!
What next...theatre! One of the most intellectually stimulating art-form! Hmm...Sounds funny…intellectual…art…the 2 words aren’t generally used together. Anyway, coming back, the experience was…different. I certainly haven’t seen anything like it before. I’ve probably sat in the last row of the assembly (despite my height or the lack of it!) and laughed at those mundane ‘moral and national awakening’ plays at school. But not here, this is the place where you sit at a distance and probably laugh at your own incapability. And what you see is nothing short of great talent. The language couldn't’t get more impeccable than that. The last that I saw almost had me cracking up on the floor with its game of words. Quite a game!
And quite an experience…there is still so much that needs to be written about the dabbawallah and the over-night stays in school...uh...college (I tend to do that), trip to matheran…just my life in Bombay…3 months and I’m ready with a thesis, let alone 3 years!
4 comments:
Well-written!!! and very sarcastic :p
Intrigued as we were by your rudiment dating to 7 Sept 2007, a friend and I engaged in a small debate as to what did you mean by “When I say loud, I just don’t mean the volume.” from the following excerpt:
I've got onto the BEST buses; I’ve negotiated with rickshaw walas in their language that's left my sister completely flabbergasted on her short trip down to Mumbai. Oh and btw she was here to meet Priyanka, not my roomy, the actress. And while I was at it, I had to put up with their loud music. When I say loud, I just don’t mean the volume.
Did the loud refer to the choice of music or Priyanka’s (and you sister’s?) personality in addition to the volume? Or are just grossly mistaken and waiting to be schooled? I hope you do not find our query to be despicable or reprehensible or any other synonym in the English dictionary (By the way, Collins is hogwash. We prefer Oxford.)
As we pray that you are not stupefied by our curious reaction, we wait to further our rudimentary intrigue as the stakes are high.. aj ke zamane main 10 rs ka bhi bahut mol hai, 20 hajmola aati hai.
We await a response at the earliest as the loser would have to pay a compounded interest on the amount, the rate of which would certainly lead to another debacle that we are earnestly trying to avoid.
Thanking you,
Yours faithfully,
Puneet & I
P.S: Please do not leave us hanging as we would not like to be another brick in the wall.
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