For months now I've agonised over my rather apathetic attitude towards reading - I pick a book desultorily and take ages to finish it, if I finish it at all! But in the last few weeks I seem have gradually begun limping back to my old reading habits :-)
Truman Capote's Breakfast at Tiffany's (and other stories) was devoured in a jiffy - a delightful, heart-warming read it was a good purchase. Here's my review.
Next I moved on to Samuel Beckett's oeuvres - en Francais! For the uninitiated, Beckett is almost synonymous with the Theatre of the Absurd. His plays deal with human suffering and survival and he is known best for his play Waiting for Godot, which underlined the breakdown of communication and the meaningless of contemporary existence. He won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1969. It was an ambition of mine to read his work in original (for which I had to reach that level of comprehending French and be at ease with the language) - having achieved that, I think now I want to re-read them in English now ;-) Though I understood what I read, it was kind of tedious! I'd rather read him so I can truly appreciate the genius behind the words (from a man who always tried to subvert words)...
Meanwhile I juggled Beckett with Vikram Seth's Golden Gate, which I'm truly enjoying - thanks Kunal! *Hug* And ofcourse, let me not forget Albert Camus' The Myth of Sisyphus (also of the Absurdist school of thought, and Nobel Laureatte 1957.) The book emphasises the meaningless of life and is, quite honestly, way out of my league. I'm struggling with the work in English - am quite glad I didn't manage to find the original in French, at the AFP bibliotheque!
Refreshed (and modified) Word-Meme - on Demand by Arka :-
Five words I use very often:
Awesome, Epouvantable, Fatiguant (Tired in French), Mindblowing, Duh/Ick
Five words I Like using:-
Ephemeral - Evanescent, Fleeting, Imperceptible, Illusory, Transient,
Erudite - Au courant, Highbrow, Intelligent, Pedantic, Sagacious, Savvy, Scholastic,
Philistine - Boorish, Ignoramus, Uncouth, Unrefined, Vulgar
Prosaic - Banal, Bourgeois Hackneyed, Insipid, Mundane, Monotonous, Vapid
Sublime - Aesthetic, Celestial, Divine, Ethereal, Exalted, Intellectual, Radiant
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Monday, June 27, 2005
I Ain't Got No Blogger's Block!!!
Last two weeks have been busy - hectic, crazy; eye-opening at times, frustrating at others! Even as I am steadily coming to terms with certain inadequacies in people that appall me and sometimes even leave me with a bad taste in my mouth, I am more and more aware of just how much of a tight-rope balancing act it is, to deal with the different people in this world. There's been plenty of telephonic-catharsis and counselling with my adorable buddies reminding me to gain a grip on my infamous temper and never forget to look at things from the larger perspective...*deep breath* It works, it really does. As does the hope that someday enlightenment will dawn on the deprived ones - ain't I a regular bitch?
Note for the Anonymous reader who tired of my Plain Jane post - no Blogger's Block, just lazy :-) Next time leave an identity tag - I hate addressing people as if they were non-entities and devoid of personality! And last but not the least - thanks for demanding a new post! ;-)
Note for the Anonymous reader who tired of my Plain Jane post - no Blogger's Block, just lazy :-) Next time leave an identity tag - I hate addressing people as if they were non-entities and devoid of personality! And last but not the least - thanks for demanding a new post! ;-)
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Why Plain Jane?
In the last couple of months, several people have posed this question to me : "Why Plain Jane?" I've offered several answers ranging from vague stories to fob them off, to something closer to the real reason. I've spent many an hour thinking about it myself, for I find myself increasingly comfortable with this current nickname of mine, not to mention that I'm loath to change it.
It started off as a cheeky attempt to subvert an old nickname - the tags of Plain Jane and Goody-Two-Shoes were my constant companions in school - and has ended up being so much more. In some ways, it's a jibe at those who dubbed me Plain Jane and refused to see what lay below the surface - but more than that, it's an acceptance of one facet of my personality and a certain contentment with myself. There was a time the nickname pinched and I wanted nothing more than to shake free of it and to prove myself anything but Plain Jane. No longer. I'm quite comfortable wearing this mantle. If what you perceive of me is merely Plain Jane, it's more your loss, than mine. Those who took the trouble to scratch the surface know there's more to me than meets the eye - and for those who don't, allow me to introduce you to Plain Jane. This one won't settle for Bingley ;-)
My Words:-
Duh - Remember Moose from Archies comics?
Sublime - Aesthetic, Divine, Radiant, Ethereal, Celestial, Intellectual, Exalted
Ick - My Personal Expression for Distaste, Ennui, Disgust, Frustration et al ;-)
Epouvantable - Horrible (French)
It started off as a cheeky attempt to subvert an old nickname - the tags of Plain Jane and Goody-Two-Shoes were my constant companions in school - and has ended up being so much more. In some ways, it's a jibe at those who dubbed me Plain Jane and refused to see what lay below the surface - but more than that, it's an acceptance of one facet of my personality and a certain contentment with myself. There was a time the nickname pinched and I wanted nothing more than to shake free of it and to prove myself anything but Plain Jane. No longer. I'm quite comfortable wearing this mantle. If what you perceive of me is merely Plain Jane, it's more your loss, than mine. Those who took the trouble to scratch the surface know there's more to me than meets the eye - and for those who don't, allow me to introduce you to Plain Jane. This one won't settle for Bingley ;-)
My Words:-
Duh - Remember Moose from Archies comics?
Sublime - Aesthetic, Divine, Radiant, Ethereal, Celestial, Intellectual, Exalted
Ick - My Personal Expression for Distaste, Ennui, Disgust, Frustration et al ;-)
Epouvantable - Horrible (French)
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Just the knowledge that a good book is awaiting one at the end of a long day makes that day happier. - Kathleen Norris
Books to the ceiling
Books to the sky.
My pile of books
Are a mile high.
How I love them!
How I need them!
I'll have a long beard
By the time I read them.
- Arnold Lobel
Volume of Books owned:-
I'd ideally love to have one of those libraries where there are shelves from ceiling to floor, lined with books - a treasure for anyone who inherits it! ;-) As of now, I am the proud owner of around 350+ books (guessing - since I've never really counted them) and it's growing all the time.
Last Book I Bought:-
I picked up three books last week at Crossword, Sohrab Hall (they need a Bigger Crossword in Pune and an OxfordBookstore too).
1.Breakfast at Tiffany's - Truman Capote
(I've been trying to lay my hands on the movie for a long time so when I saw the book I figured I could atleast read it)
2.A Vindication of the Rights of Woman - Mary Wollstonecraft
(The first feminist manifesto - this along with Beauvoir's Second Sex has been on my reading list for a while now; glad to finally get it! - she, incidentally died giving birth to Mary Shelley of Frankenstein fame...)
3. The Great Fire - Shirley Hazzard
(Short-listed for the Orange Prize 2004)
Last Book I read:-
If this means last book that I finished it would have to be La Nez sur la Vitrine by Abdeldjamel Kader (Francophone writer from Algeria)
One Book I Couldn't Finish:-
Holy shit - going by my god-awgul track record since I've moved to Pune this is a very long list. Been appalled at the number of books I'm leaving unfinished - the last one would be Umberto Eco's Foucault's Pendulum.
Five Books I Cherish:-
*Groan* You mean I have to narrow it down? Ok let's see, in random order, from the top of my head:
1. Little Women - Louisa May Alcott
(For its narration and for filling my childhood with silly romantic notions about sisterhood and friendships and love - not to mention those cozy Christmas dinners, family bonding, skating over frozen lakes, painting in France,....and lots more)
2. Not Without My Daughter - Betty Mahmoody
(For opening my eyes to the horrors that exist for a woman trying to survive in a closed, patriarchal society and to the uncertainty of life. For opening up an entire new genre of books to me. For moving me to tears with its evocative narration.)
3. Sybil - Flora Rheta Schreiber
(For its mind-blowing account of how a person with 16 personalities overcame her schizophrenia and came to terms with the gruesome tortures inflicted on her as a child, which forced her to withdraw from reality and escape into one of her many personalities each time the world got too much for her to handle)
4. Blasphemy &/or My Feudal Lord - Tehmina Durrani
(I lean towards feminist novels - what can I say?)
5. Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood
(For its vision of a dystopia, a totalitarian world a la Orwell's 1984 - depicting what could happen if casually held attitudes about women are taken to their logical conclusions. It is warning to the human race, a warning against our excesses, a warning against the increasing use of nuclear warfare and chemical products, a warning against totalitarianism.)
- These are a very random selection of five books that mean alot to me - the list is actually much longer. A couple more are mentioned in the sidebar under "Must Read" though most of them match those I've recommended there! Amedee - Ionesco, Waiting for Godot - Beckett, Doll's House - Ibsen, Equus - Shaffer , Pygmalion - Shaw would be the five plays that have had the maximum impact on me...
Five people I tag:-
Ouch now this a tough one since most people have already done this, so I'll tag Elixir, Deepak, Titash, Paddy, Arka, Wandering Dervish, Anil, Pincushion...oh I seem to have exceeded the number. LOL - it's an interesting meme to fill out - so whoever wants to, please take up the baton!
Friday, June 10, 2005
I wonder...
I usually rely on the much looked-down upon mode of travel in Pune, i.e. PMT buses, to get me across town. The first time I saw one of the PMT buses outside my apartment complex I'd balked at the very idea of stepping into one of them! But necessity, encouraged further by my stubborn refusal to learn how to drive (forget the popular 2-wheeler, so far I've even resisted getting a driver's licence for a car...) ensured that it soon became a part of my regular commute across the city to Alliance Francaise de Poona.
The bus takes a rather circuitous route to its final destination, from where I have to hop into another mode of transport to my final destination, and on its way it passes through the tree-lined avenues of Camp ( just one part of the Cantonment area of Pune). The sunlight filters through the awny cover of the trees on these roads and it usually has a different feel to it - like the pace in this part of town is slower than elsewhere. It's greener, more peaceful, dreamier...The bus crosses some really sprawling bungalows - defense property as well as private property - some of the bungalows are tasteful, some of them have a cozier touch that appeals more, but none hurt the eyes.
For months, as the bus took one more of it's several turns, before it hits M.G road, I used catch a glimpse of this young woman sitting under a tree - she was dressed in a faded old saree, sans a blouse or petticoat and it was painfully obvious that she was in dire straits. She was selling local liquour - a derivative of Nira (which I believe is juice of a Tadgola - both are delicously colling in summers, though I can't say anything about the liquour having never sampled it!). There were always two bottles in front of her - one filled right upto the tightly screwed on cap and the other open - I have a feeling she partook of it during her long dharna under the tree.
I've often wondered if anyone bought the liquour from her or if she consumed it entirely by herself - as I've wondered how she existed if this is her only source of income, and if she has any family, and where she went in the night. Since the past few weeks I've been wondering about that more often, for I no longer see her there - and I wonder if the local authorities had something to do with it, or was it someone/something else that caused her to cease trying to sell her wares by the roadside...
The bus takes a rather circuitous route to its final destination, from where I have to hop into another mode of transport to my final destination, and on its way it passes through the tree-lined avenues of Camp ( just one part of the Cantonment area of Pune). The sunlight filters through the awny cover of the trees on these roads and it usually has a different feel to it - like the pace in this part of town is slower than elsewhere. It's greener, more peaceful, dreamier...The bus crosses some really sprawling bungalows - defense property as well as private property - some of the bungalows are tasteful, some of them have a cozier touch that appeals more, but none hurt the eyes.
For months, as the bus took one more of it's several turns, before it hits M.G road, I used catch a glimpse of this young woman sitting under a tree - she was dressed in a faded old saree, sans a blouse or petticoat and it was painfully obvious that she was in dire straits. She was selling local liquour - a derivative of Nira (which I believe is juice of a Tadgola - both are delicously colling in summers, though I can't say anything about the liquour having never sampled it!). There were always two bottles in front of her - one filled right upto the tightly screwed on cap and the other open - I have a feeling she partook of it during her long dharna under the tree.
I've often wondered if anyone bought the liquour from her or if she consumed it entirely by herself - as I've wondered how she existed if this is her only source of income, and if she has any family, and where she went in the night. Since the past few weeks I've been wondering about that more often, for I no longer see her there - and I wonder if the local authorities had something to do with it, or was it someone/something else that caused her to cease trying to sell her wares by the roadside...
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Dust Thou Art, and Unto Dust Shalt Thou Return
Monday, June 06, 2005
Fleeting Moments...
I've never had any fascination for Handycams; infact I find it quite irksome when people suddenly fish out the gadget and decide to tape you and the way you sit, talk, walk and eat at some party/family function of sorts. But in the last one week or so, I've been wishing we had one - the digicam suddenly isn't enough!
I have been frequently entrusted with the job of looking over my little nephew while he's sleeping, or just about to wake up. I'd heard of how it's difficult to leave 3-4 month old alone because by then they start trying to turn over and tend to topple off from thier cradle/bed...my little nephew is already trying to do that at 3 weeks! If he's even slightly elevated, he pushes himself and tries his best to turn over and see the world on the other side! Anyways that's not what I really want to record - what I want to record is those myriad fleeting expressions that flit across his face in the 15-20 minutes just before he's going to get up. :-)
It's a little like a photo-shoot - he smiles, he frowns, he scowls, he yawns, he pouts; he looks pensive, content, dreamy, upset, sad, happy....not to mention the style in which he sleeps. It's most amusing to see the poses he strikes while sleeping - like watching my brother in miniature form sleeping (my brother can contort himself into the most acrobatic positions while sleeping, but try getting him to do a simple yoga exercise - he's the most unflexible person around!). These few minutes before my nephew wakes up are to me the most precious moments with him - the rest of the time I'm too concerned with practical aspects of taking care of a baby to really fuss over how cute he is!
Have been staying away from him the last couple of days, because I'm scared of infecting him with a cold - Ma had a cold. I was fine till Saturday evening - came back home and within half-an-hour she had passed onto me a full-blown cold. Damn but why do I come down so quick? Anyways I was totally dying yesterday - a friend today asked if I'd will my Mythology book to him, since I am approaching my death bed slowly and surely...it's so true the acid-test of your friendship comes when you're down and out!!! ;-) Muhahaha...
Current Music - Sing by Travis (courtesy VH1 - god bless the Cable-wallah for giving us VH1. I shall no longer have to watch TV at odd hours to catch English songs. He's earned himself some grace by giving us VH1, after taking away TV5 from us!)
Current Reading - Courrier-Sud by Antoine de Saint Exupery (known better for his Le Petit Prince or The Little Prince)
I have been frequently entrusted with the job of looking over my little nephew while he's sleeping, or just about to wake up. I'd heard of how it's difficult to leave 3-4 month old alone because by then they start trying to turn over and tend to topple off from thier cradle/bed...my little nephew is already trying to do that at 3 weeks! If he's even slightly elevated, he pushes himself and tries his best to turn over and see the world on the other side! Anyways that's not what I really want to record - what I want to record is those myriad fleeting expressions that flit across his face in the 15-20 minutes just before he's going to get up. :-)
It's a little like a photo-shoot - he smiles, he frowns, he scowls, he yawns, he pouts; he looks pensive, content, dreamy, upset, sad, happy....not to mention the style in which he sleeps. It's most amusing to see the poses he strikes while sleeping - like watching my brother in miniature form sleeping (my brother can contort himself into the most acrobatic positions while sleeping, but try getting him to do a simple yoga exercise - he's the most unflexible person around!). These few minutes before my nephew wakes up are to me the most precious moments with him - the rest of the time I'm too concerned with practical aspects of taking care of a baby to really fuss over how cute he is!
Have been staying away from him the last couple of days, because I'm scared of infecting him with a cold - Ma had a cold. I was fine till Saturday evening - came back home and within half-an-hour she had passed onto me a full-blown cold. Damn but why do I come down so quick? Anyways I was totally dying yesterday - a friend today asked if I'd will my Mythology book to him, since I am approaching my death bed slowly and surely...it's so true the acid-test of your friendship comes when you're down and out!!! ;-) Muhahaha...
Current Music - Sing by Travis (courtesy VH1 - god bless the Cable-wallah for giving us VH1. I shall no longer have to watch TV at odd hours to catch English songs. He's earned himself some grace by giving us VH1, after taking away TV5 from us!)
Current Reading - Courrier-Sud by Antoine de Saint Exupery (known better for his Le Petit Prince or The Little Prince)
Friday, June 03, 2005
Feeling Good...
Yesterday in class I received a compliment that made me blush - an occassional compliment now and then is more than welcome (it's good for my ego), but when it's accompanied by a full assessment of my personality it can get VERY uncomfortable...the compliment yesterday really took me by surprise, specially since I'd already been gifted with kind words already earlier that day...
Later, I was thinking about it and I realised that I've been feeling good about myself lately and it's obviously reflecting in my demeanour, for I've been much more positive, not to mention 'sociable'...things have finally settled down at home and I've been studying (it never fails to cure me of my maudlin thoughts and my stress) and reading.
Initially when I started getting up at 6 am with the cries of my little nephew demanding milk, I'd wake up disgruntled and irritable, but gradually I've fallen back on my old habits of waking up early and have gone back to finding it refreshing...sure I can still sleep merrily till 9 am (and I did that just yesterday) but when I wake up early, I profit from the calm coolness of the morning and indulge in some yoga and rumination while gazing down from the balcony at those playing tennis in the tennis court.
Now if only some things would stop affecting me so much....
Music of the moment :- Guantanamera - Joe Dassin. There are several versions of this song, but it was originally composed by Jose Fernandez Diaz - it's obviously in Spanish and is beautifully melodious and touches the soul, even if you don't understand the words. I've been hearing it since I was a child, and downloaded Dassin's version only a couple of years back. Dassin's version is in French ;-) - goes without saying doesn't it? Another Spanish classic I love is Hasta Manana - ABBA has done a version, but this is one time I'd prefer the Spanish version over ABBA!
Later, I was thinking about it and I realised that I've been feeling good about myself lately and it's obviously reflecting in my demeanour, for I've been much more positive, not to mention 'sociable'...things have finally settled down at home and I've been studying (it never fails to cure me of my maudlin thoughts and my stress) and reading.
Initially when I started getting up at 6 am with the cries of my little nephew demanding milk, I'd wake up disgruntled and irritable, but gradually I've fallen back on my old habits of waking up early and have gone back to finding it refreshing...sure I can still sleep merrily till 9 am (and I did that just yesterday) but when I wake up early, I profit from the calm coolness of the morning and indulge in some yoga and rumination while gazing down from the balcony at those playing tennis in the tennis court.
Now if only some things would stop affecting me so much....
Music of the moment :- Guantanamera - Joe Dassin. There are several versions of this song, but it was originally composed by Jose Fernandez Diaz - it's obviously in Spanish and is beautifully melodious and touches the soul, even if you don't understand the words. I've been hearing it since I was a child, and downloaded Dassin's version only a couple of years back. Dassin's version is in French ;-) - goes without saying doesn't it? Another Spanish classic I love is Hasta Manana - ABBA has done a version, but this is one time I'd prefer the Spanish version over ABBA!
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Taking it Easy...
Did I ever mention that I rock? Like totally? ;-)
The sudden burst of star-spangle and sunshine on the blog, is due to my current feeling of elation that the presentation was a success - well atleast, the response was good. Sure, we swallowed up 75% of the class and still haven't finished (I'm gonna take a big bite out of the next class, since I still have to cover around 10 years) but nobody fell asleep. De plus le directeur semblait content - now that is an achievement, 'coz he is like so drab and boring he rarely ever says anything encouraging or nice. Gawd - he needs to develop a sense of humour and get a life! (Ok stop being bitchy Geets - remember - Director? Like head of AFP right now?)
Plenty more reasons to be happy, one of them being the sudden (albeit welcome) change in weather. Pune experienced pre-monsoon showers on Sunday evening...it started off with a wind-storm on Saturday evening, which wasn't too nice. Everything in my room was covered with a fine layer of dust - and I had to spend a long time gettng the dust out of my books. Ick. But the showers on Sunday and Monday have made the weather so incredibly nice! I was full of regret on Sunday evening, when I was sitting with my nose buried in L'Histoire de la France, with the furious intent of finishing the second draft for my presentation before I slept, so I was ready to discuss it with my friend the next morning...it most definitely wasn't the weather to be slogging one's ass off, that too on a weekend! Like I do have a life...glad that little sacrifice paid off. Ofcourse ideally speaking, in Utopic terms I'd love to indulge in my favourite rainy day activities - settle down with a cuppa steaming hot coffee (or even nice hot soup) with an engrossing read and some of my favourite music playing in the background. Perhaps Shakti...or Prem Joshua or Shiv Kumar Sharma. And if it's a regular storm a la Bombay rains, then it has to be a heavy dose of percussion, rock or 80s pop to beat in tune with the rain pattering on my window panes...alternate activities - movie with friends, lotsa wine and good conversation after or ofcourse any of the option I'd mentioned in Naughty Ideas ;-)
Rains in Pune generally means terrible roads and lots of trees falling down - which happened. I'm dreading the total degradation of the roads in the area I stay in - last year when we shifted here in June, we were horrified at the complete non-existence of roads in the area...freaking hell, even the incredibly posh Koregaon has terrible roads...(the abysmal lack of drains just turns the whole locality into one mucky stretch of potholes) - heheh, waiting to hear what Kunu baba has to say about this, specially since he's promised to visit soon! Remember last year baccha, when we walked down from Arthur's Theme to the Barista in Lane 1 and later bargained with rickshaw-wallas to take us back home? :-)
Currently listening to some really awesome music, on borrowed headphones...we used to have this awesome set of speakers to drool over, but they got screwed up soon after we came to this hamlet and they just never came back from Bombay where my brother sent them to get repaired...so I ad a set of decent headphones I'd picked up in Germany, but my brother misplaced them at his previous office (read donated them to those losers) - and so here I was, sweet little innocent Geets unable to access her MP3s, leading a dry existence, deprived of the nectar of life, Music. Well that has changed since yesterday and I shall ensure I have new headphones soon. Meanwhile Julien Clerc makes me swing to the story of Melissa Metisse d'Ibiza :-) Sing along people -
"Mélissa, métisse d'Ibiza
Vit toujours dévêtue
Dites jamais que je vous ai dit ça
Ou Mélissa me tue..."
(Melissa, mistress of Ibiza,
She's always disrobed,
Don't ever say that I told you so,
Or Melissa will kill me..."
:-)
Next on my Windows Media Player :- To be with you - Mr Big. It's one of my favourite songs - each time I hear it I"m immediately transported back to the early 90s, when cable TV had just started invading our lives and chaddi-pal Mansi and I thrived on MTV. She's coming down to Bombay soon - the countdown has already begun...so much to do this time I hit Bombay. Been the longest time since I was in my beloved Bombay...
The sudden burst of star-spangle and sunshine on the blog, is due to my current feeling of elation that the presentation was a success - well atleast, the response was good. Sure, we swallowed up 75% of the class and still haven't finished (I'm gonna take a big bite out of the next class, since I still have to cover around 10 years) but nobody fell asleep. De plus le directeur semblait content - now that is an achievement, 'coz he is like so drab and boring he rarely ever says anything encouraging or nice. Gawd - he needs to develop a sense of humour and get a life! (Ok stop being bitchy Geets - remember - Director? Like head of AFP right now?)
Plenty more reasons to be happy, one of them being the sudden (albeit welcome) change in weather. Pune experienced pre-monsoon showers on Sunday evening...it started off with a wind-storm on Saturday evening, which wasn't too nice. Everything in my room was covered with a fine layer of dust - and I had to spend a long time gettng the dust out of my books. Ick. But the showers on Sunday and Monday have made the weather so incredibly nice! I was full of regret on Sunday evening, when I was sitting with my nose buried in L'Histoire de la France, with the furious intent of finishing the second draft for my presentation before I slept, so I was ready to discuss it with my friend the next morning...it most definitely wasn't the weather to be slogging one's ass off, that too on a weekend! Like I do have a life...glad that little sacrifice paid off. Ofcourse ideally speaking, in Utopic terms I'd love to indulge in my favourite rainy day activities - settle down with a cuppa steaming hot coffee (or even nice hot soup) with an engrossing read and some of my favourite music playing in the background. Perhaps Shakti...or Prem Joshua or Shiv Kumar Sharma. And if it's a regular storm a la Bombay rains, then it has to be a heavy dose of percussion, rock or 80s pop to beat in tune with the rain pattering on my window panes...alternate activities - movie with friends, lotsa wine and good conversation after or ofcourse any of the option I'd mentioned in Naughty Ideas ;-)
Rains in Pune generally means terrible roads and lots of trees falling down - which happened. I'm dreading the total degradation of the roads in the area I stay in - last year when we shifted here in June, we were horrified at the complete non-existence of roads in the area...freaking hell, even the incredibly posh Koregaon has terrible roads...(the abysmal lack of drains just turns the whole locality into one mucky stretch of potholes) - heheh, waiting to hear what Kunu baba has to say about this, specially since he's promised to visit soon! Remember last year baccha, when we walked down from Arthur's Theme to the Barista in Lane 1 and later bargained with rickshaw-wallas to take us back home? :-)
Currently listening to some really awesome music, on borrowed headphones...we used to have this awesome set of speakers to drool over, but they got screwed up soon after we came to this hamlet and they just never came back from Bombay where my brother sent them to get repaired...so I ad a set of decent headphones I'd picked up in Germany, but my brother misplaced them at his previous office (read donated them to those losers) - and so here I was, sweet little innocent Geets unable to access her MP3s, leading a dry existence, deprived of the nectar of life, Music. Well that has changed since yesterday and I shall ensure I have new headphones soon. Meanwhile Julien Clerc makes me swing to the story of Melissa Metisse d'Ibiza :-) Sing along people -
"Mélissa, métisse d'Ibiza
Vit toujours dévêtue
Dites jamais que je vous ai dit ça
Ou Mélissa me tue..."
(Melissa, mistress of Ibiza,
She's always disrobed,
Don't ever say that I told you so,
Or Melissa will kill me..."
:-)
Next on my Windows Media Player :- To be with you - Mr Big. It's one of my favourite songs - each time I hear it I"m immediately transported back to the early 90s, when cable TV had just started invading our lives and chaddi-pal Mansi and I thrived on MTV. She's coming down to Bombay soon - the countdown has already begun...so much to do this time I hit Bombay. Been the longest time since I was in my beloved Bombay...
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