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21 November 2007

Mostly At The Celebrate Bandra festival, but other locations as well

Some of this stuff was sent via email to Kalyan. Him and I have a daily email exchange thing going on, much nicer than the phone, because I am way smarter and more articulate with a keyboard. Seriously. My text messages are a work of art.

Oh, and this is mainly where I'll be chilling on and off for the next couple of weeks, so if you see me, say hi!

* Celebrate Bandra is a lovely idea, and it gives me many things to do in the evenings, all for FREE! YAY! but there are two things about it that annoy me:

a) The Celebrate Bandra song, which goes, let's celebrate, mmmm, let's celebra-ate, BAN-dra. It's annoying because though the words are so lame, the tune is fucking catchy, so I find myself humming it all over the place and then going aaaargh, make it stop!

b) Even though TECHNICALLY I live in Bandra, when they say Bandra they mean Bandra West which pisses me off. If you prick us, will we not bleed?

* There were these two kids opening for the jazz act on Sunday--young boys who couldn't have been more than 17, with vulnerable necks and too-large heads and still skinny bodies and they were playing Dave Matthews Band and one of their guitar strings broke, so he couldn't play the lead anymore so he just sat on his high stool and laughed through the rest of the song and I wondered for an instant, what it would be like to be 17 and be his girlfriend. Then I thought that perhaps he was one of those loners in school, with no other friends except the other chap on the guitar and me, of course, with braces and skinny legs that smelt of moisturiser. But then, from there I wondered what it would be like to be his mother, and watch him from the audience feeling all overcome with love and pride and somehow that was a more credible thought than being seventeen, and I think I'm aging far too rapidly for my liking. This is a little bit creepy.

* I went to Kohinoor Circus yesterday (somewhere in Sion, if you're interested) with a friend and we were all anticipatory and thrilled at Reliving Our Childhood and I even bought a box of the scratchy yellow popcorn I used to eat by the kilo when I was a kid and there were elephants playing football and a woman who balanced on her head and two men who whizzed around inside a wooden globe on motorcycles and then we realised the popcorn was too scratchy and the fireeater was doing stuff we had seen a million times before, and suddenly, instantly, we grew from six to 26 and 28 and we looked at each other and left. Growing up sucks.

* Shark Tooth is moving out and I'm looking for a new flatmate. A girl, I think, this time. Email me if you or someone you know is interested.

* I miss you most at live music concerts, when I think about how much you would have enjoyed it and how much I would have enjoyed it, being with you and how afterwards we could talk about it, perhaps I would be smoking a cigarette and you would be actually letting me and not making disapproving sounds and perhaps we'd not have any arguments at all--not one and I'd think how this is getting better, and for an instant, I am swept away at this live music concert, thinking of you, and then everything else comes flooding back and I remember that I'm not liking you very much anymore, so then I think about something else.

* Yesterday, I was making fun of my friend about something, and mid-sentence, just as I got halfway through my jeer, I tripped over a post on the road and badly bumped my shin and hopped up and down in agony and though he was sympathetic, he looked slightly smug and when I said, "Clearly, god is punishing me" he nodded and smiled.

* I would like to be a Saturday night on a Tuesday night, and do tequila shots somewhere anonymous with someone, and feel all full of energy and rapid and alive and swap stories about when you were little and how it felt when your baby sister was born, and can you roll your tongue like I can. And I would like to meet someone new, whose stories I haven't heard before, someone new to instantly get and instantly fall in love with and say OH MY GOD YOU DO THAT TOO. And I would like to meet someone old, who I have many in jokes with, and who I can let finish my sentences and who will roll their eyes at me affectionately and we will sit in an auto, and our jeans will rub against each other comfortably. I would like to finish by five in the morning, as the sun is just coming up, and we've spent the last hour staring at the lights reflected on the sea and not saying very much anymore and I would like for you to squeeze my arm as I leave and I would like to climb up the stairs and hear my phone beep and it will be a funny text message that will epitomise our evening.


  1. that link is not working its:

    change it....

  2. Same person above:

    Guess i made a mistake, Sorry! The link is working perfectly well

  3. Did you catch Parikrama at the Celebrate Bandra thingie (yesterday, I think)?

    Also. Hope you got that tequila :)

  4. wistful wishfulness or perhaps wishful wistfulness.

  5. A friend described the Parikrama peformance and the entire ambience (surrounded by water)as quote musical orgasm unquote...

    Big time.


    great post..

    - Wistful

  6. Did your Tuesday night go as planned? Was it your Saturday night and more? With jeans touching and warm fuzzy feelings?

  7. you should put google adwords/adsense on your blog. you could make good money on the side... i know of ppl who make like... 500-1000$ per month on their blogs!!!

  8. "And I would like to meet someone new, whose stories I haven't heard before, someone new to instantly get and instantly fall in love with and say OH MY GOD YOU DO THAT TOO. "

    sigh!! story of my life for the last 2 months. let me know when you find him/her.

    I miss bandra (west!) i remember going for the inaugural celebrate bandra fest. it was beautiful. take pictures and post them if you can....of the colours, the people, the promenade, the stage, the sea!!
    sheesh... its barely been 3 and a half months away from bbay and already i'm sappy abt home. (to be honest i hv been sappy abt bbay from week 1)

  9. hmmm.... loved the entire list especially the last one... reminded of some wonderful moments i had spent in mumbai!!

  10. so am just wondering wots the catch here? is this is a guest post or something? it isn't drunk blogging definitely...hmmm....

    cause CLEARLY, this is so NOT eM!!
    one of your VERY offbeat ones!

  11. I thought circuses were no longer allowed to have performing animals. report them to the RSPCA or its Indian equivalent (Blue Cross?).

  12. would you mind sharing some of your work-of-art text messages? :)

  13. That concert incident could very well be converted into a 'Life comes at you...Fast' advt. One moment you are his girl and in an instant you are looking through the eyes of a mother! Won't be a kick-ass advt tho.

    ...Empathize with the last para perfectly well. Nicely written.

  14. i loved that entire list.
    someone new and someone old. wouldn't it be idealistic? :)

  15. Work-of-art messages, please!!
    I am still waiting, em!! :P

  16. Monday nites can be Saturday nites- a lesson I learnt in Goa and something I carried fwd in Mumbai as well. Wine helps on these nites apparently :)

  17. I love u so much..Dare to tell whatever u id is

  18. I tried making it twice to the food evenings at the Bandra Fair. missed it at St Andrews and then later at Mt Mary Steps. All the food was over by the time I reached there :(


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