....had breakfast today, then not much through the day...just opened the fridge to find a bowl of red pomegrenate fruit...it's the yummiest looking color of red you're likely to see at 2 in the morning with the only light coming from the fridge...
There's 'The Interpreter' showing on tv right now...watched it the other day as well. (Just realized that a friend pointed out that i overdo my usage of the 'ellipsis' - it" ' "s, you " ' "re - cutting words short - it's...sorry....it is, almost, a lazy usage of the language. Also, it sometimes leads to very famous mistakes, case in point being the 18pg letter that Rachel wrote to Ross...later he points out that "you're" is "you are", and so on)
Sean Penn is quite a fabulous actor.
The other day i was on S.P.Road searching for cd's for something a client needed; the vendor had 'issues' so i got it done myself. The city-market area in Bangalore is what Bangalore is really about. City-market, Malleswaram, Jayanagar - it's a different world when you're in those places....the Bangalore that most of us 'westernized Indian's' (that's how i was described - for the first time in my life - this evening at a 'page3' party) live in and know - brigade road, lavelle road, mg road, indiranagar, koramangala...life is just so slow this side....
You need to walk down the crowded bylanes of S.P.Road and Avenue Road to get a 'feel' of the people that drive this city...i had a hot dosa on one of these busy streets; it's called "khao galli" (eat street). Post 7pm, burly kannadiga men in their panches push these carts onto this particular street in city market where some of them make the most delicious idli's and dosa's you'll ever eat; having said that, they aren't cheap! I thought it would cost me something like 10 or 12 rupees - it was actually 18; guess i paid for the experience, more than the dosa.
I find it really strange when people say, "oh, so you're also suffering the same thing that i am....that's so good/reassuring to know." I don't understand how someone else can feel good or be comforted by somebody else's suffering. Then again, sorrow (as is joy) is a universal bonding agent. Alcohol too. Hence, "Drown your sorrows in drink." ....but i get what it's about. The empathy. And the fact that no one wants to be alone....especially in suffering. No one should be.
I went for one've those 'pseudo page3' parties where everyone has a 'pretend' smile plastered on their faces and 'pretends' to be interested in the evenings proceedings. It's all a big pretense. So i decided to have a conversation with a friend about his Bob Marley cap and if he wanted dreadlocks....followed by making two rounds at the kebab counter to get myself some tiger prawns (which i didn't eventually)....and then dancing on my own on the makeshift dance floor where this inebriated woman, out of nowhere, decied to stare at me for about 6secs and then just drop her glass full of alcohol in the middle of the dance floor, it was quite strange.
When i'm drunk, i'm a happy drunk. I try and be as responsible (though the meaning of the word becomes extremely 'relative' to every other thing/place/person every few minutes) as i can be. To me, dropping a glass full of alcohol - deliberately - is just reckless and if done for attention - that woman has issues.
The movie is in its last 20mins or so.
There's a big Snickers bar on this table, i'm extreeeemeeely tempted to bite into it, but i know i shouldn't. Trying to watch what i eat. In this case, i'm doing a lot of watching.
I hate commercial breaks!
....i was going to wait till the movie ended to finish with this post, but with the way these commercials are going....looks like it could take a while.
...finally! it's back
i want to watch this final bit....and it is now 3am (actually started this at 2:21)
sleep tight...wherever you are...whoever you are...i wish i knew a african lullaby or something that creates that sweet anxiety of being given something unexpected before going to sleep :) ...i think those are some of the nicest surprises.
Goodnight.
There's 'The Interpreter' showing on tv right now...watched it the other day as well. (Just realized that a friend pointed out that i overdo my usage of the 'ellipsis' - it" ' "s, you " ' "re - cutting words short - it's...sorry....it is, almost, a lazy usage of the language. Also, it sometimes leads to very famous mistakes, case in point being the 18pg letter that Rachel wrote to Ross...later he points out that "you're" is "you are", and so on)
Sean Penn is quite a fabulous actor.
The other day i was on S.P.Road searching for cd's for something a client needed; the vendor had 'issues' so i got it done myself. The city-market area in Bangalore is what Bangalore is really about. City-market, Malleswaram, Jayanagar - it's a different world when you're in those places....the Bangalore that most of us 'westernized Indian's' (that's how i was described - for the first time in my life - this evening at a 'page3' party) live in and know - brigade road, lavelle road, mg road, indiranagar, koramangala...life is just so slow this side....
You need to walk down the crowded bylanes of S.P.Road and Avenue Road to get a 'feel' of the people that drive this city...i had a hot dosa on one of these busy streets; it's called "khao galli" (eat street). Post 7pm, burly kannadiga men in their panches push these carts onto this particular street in city market where some of them make the most delicious idli's and dosa's you'll ever eat; having said that, they aren't cheap! I thought it would cost me something like 10 or 12 rupees - it was actually 18; guess i paid for the experience, more than the dosa.
I find it really strange when people say, "oh, so you're also suffering the same thing that i am....that's so good/reassuring to know." I don't understand how someone else can feel good or be comforted by somebody else's suffering. Then again, sorrow (as is joy) is a universal bonding agent. Alcohol too. Hence, "Drown your sorrows in drink." ....but i get what it's about. The empathy. And the fact that no one wants to be alone....especially in suffering. No one should be.
I went for one've those 'pseudo page3' parties where everyone has a 'pretend' smile plastered on their faces and 'pretends' to be interested in the evenings proceedings. It's all a big pretense. So i decided to have a conversation with a friend about his Bob Marley cap and if he wanted dreadlocks....followed by making two rounds at the kebab counter to get myself some tiger prawns (which i didn't eventually)....and then dancing on my own on the makeshift dance floor where this inebriated woman, out of nowhere, decied to stare at me for about 6secs and then just drop her glass full of alcohol in the middle of the dance floor, it was quite strange.
When i'm drunk, i'm a happy drunk. I try and be as responsible (though the meaning of the word becomes extremely 'relative' to every other thing/place/person every few minutes) as i can be. To me, dropping a glass full of alcohol - deliberately - is just reckless and if done for attention - that woman has issues.
The movie is in its last 20mins or so.
There's a big Snickers bar on this table, i'm extreeeemeeely tempted to bite into it, but i know i shouldn't. Trying to watch what i eat. In this case, i'm doing a lot of watching.
I hate commercial breaks!
....i was going to wait till the movie ended to finish with this post, but with the way these commercials are going....looks like it could take a while.
...finally! it's back
i want to watch this final bit....and it is now 3am (actually started this at 2:21)
sleep tight...wherever you are...whoever you are...i wish i knew a african lullaby or something that creates that sweet anxiety of being given something unexpected before going to sleep :) ...i think those are some of the nicest surprises.
Goodnight.
how much u complain karn!! rs18 it seems!!!!