It SOMETIMES is rainbows and butterflies

(this picture courtesy BB, the others are off my cellphone)

So.. any guesses about how I spent my weekend?




Went to the Queer Azadi Parade on Sunday, right after a brilliant lunch at Jimmy Boy's. (Haven't yet tried Brittania, but it's right up there on my Places To Eat That I Have Been Too Lazy To Check Out Yet.) Every time my friends and I go to town, we start looking around at Haji Ali, going, "This is nice, we should do it more often." And then, of course, we get lazy and stay in Bandra forever.



We were going oestensibly to support Vik, who is awesome, but then we got into the spirit of things and BB, Ira and I wound up being photographed by many people.



We didn't really claim our sexuality, one person asked what cause we were supporting and after a lot of erm-ing and uh-ing, I finally managed to say brightly, "Human rights!" And then we all grinned at each other, very pleased with ourselves.



BB and I somehow found ourselves marching together, after charging ahead to get more photographs and we felt all part of the spirit and oh look here I am with my girl friend, and all the women independent, throw your hands up at me etc. I ran into some people I know and said hello, very happily, only to get very politely put aside and I retreated, feeling like a sham.

"I'm going to have a straight parade," I said to BB, grumpily, "And our slogan will be "We're straight, it's great!" But then our lovely Vik rejoined us and I felt less like I was faking it and more like what we had come to do, offer support to friends and all that and my bruised ego was assauged. Because, clearly, this was all about me.

The parade was AWESOME though. I never knew marching in the hot sun could be so much fun. There were colours everywhere, and people dressed up and we all got feathery masks, and I scored a rainbow flag which I waved to the time of the drums. Because there were drums and dancers and it was so, so cool. Everyone should march at least once in their lives and this had a carnival feel to it. There were people handing out water bottles too, and a rainbow flag which many people helped hold up and whirling dervish type dancers and Celina Jaitley with butterfly wings, bouncers and a parasol over her head. (Why Celina Jaitley? I have no clue.)

The eunuchs were totally rocking it, in very bright saris and loud voices as they marched with their banner. A lot of people had really cool banners, but everything moved too fast for me to take pictures.

We marched from August Kranti Maidan on Grant Road to the Chowpatty beach and then everyone dispersed. Our little group decided to go to Sports Bar in Phoenix Mills, where the whole world was forming a triple lined queue to get into Big Bazaar that was having a rather large sale.


I drank a margarita and a vanilla vodka with Coke and then my energy just all of a sudden ran out. So, we returned to Bandra, complete with paraphenalia.


It was a really good weekend--on Friday, Ira, BB, Bulbul and I went to Global Fusion for lunch and then Bonobo for drinks with shopping in the middle. I got one Zara kurta/smock thing from Cotton On (right next to the Reclaimation Barista, designer labels, GREAT prices, only you can't try anything on or return, except for sizes. They do have a great collection though, in their tiny shop.), one back tie up sleeveless kurta from Cottons, next door (BB and I rushed straight for the bargain bin and wound up with matching clothes), three t-shirts from this great little stall I know on Hill Road and one t-shirt for JC (because I like buying him presents when I'm shopping, mostly.)


Bonobo was crowded and noisy, but lots of fun. Then one house party and one adjourning to my house later, we called it quits at 4 am.


Tonight, I'm planning on going for the Bombay Elektrik Project thing at Cafe Goa. They have slam nights every Monday and today's event is called Wince, where people read from old journals. It sounds suspiciously familiar, but hey, it should still be a laugh. Reviews of everywhere I've been will, of course, be on the other blog.


But, fun weekend, no? Some weeks I really love this city.