Monday, January 26, 2009

Dip dip dip, Slumdog and overfed

  1. Dipping a biscuit in piping hot tea till its just about to fall off, but not quite and then quickly eating it.
  2. Dev Patel in Slumdog Millionaire. He's quite a natural. I realised one thing when I saw the movie today - It's no different than many mainstream Hindi potboilers. All the hoopla created around it being nominated for the Oscars and winning the Golden Globe seems quite amusing to me, because hey, come watch a good Bollywood thriller!
  3. My cook was taking the day off today, so she cooked some extra food for me yesterday. When I actually open the fridge before lunch, I see an enormous amount of food waiting for me. She has obviously taken good care that I don't starve on her day off!

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Steamy news, music of my choice and onion paratha

  1. Sitting down on the carpet in the morning with a cup of hot tea and the news papers.
  2. The car's music system has been repaired and is now playing CDs! yay yay! And the warranty covered the repairs and I didn't have to shell out a paisa!
  3. Awesome onion paratha at Juice Corner on East Street. And fruit cocktail to wash it down.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Mad music, insane happiness

I am happy today. Madly, insanely happy. Dancing-alone-at-home-on-a-song-played-on-my-mobile-phone happy. And extraordinary happiness allows you to dispense with formats and rules, so no 1. 2. 3. today.

The seeds of the happiness were sowed yesterday when I decided that on yet another day (today), I'd leave office at 6 and attend a concert. Nothing could rile me through the day. The real happiness started in the evening at 5:30 p.m. A piece of work I had been wrestling with, for the past two days suddenly unraveled. My code ran in the first attempt, did not fail and lo and behold(!) even gave the expected results (don't smirk you non-coders... There would be no need for Testers in this world if it was that easy to make code work as per one's wish!). So suddenly, what had the potential of being an evening spent listening to music while suppressing guilt for leaving work undone, became a liberated evening. I danced a little jig. Urmila looked at me and shook her head in disbelief.

And then came Sivamani. And Mandolin U. Srinivas. Sivamani is a mad man. There are no two ways about it. To be a genius like him, you have to be mad. A percussionist of super-human talent, he 'bajaos' any surface he can lay his fingers on. He stood there on the stage surrounded by what seemed like thousands of instuments and beat them as if possesed by a demon! And the music, it just came and then rose to a crescendo. The crowd went wild. And everytime it seemed like the stage would burst, the music would suddenly ebb and become soft, almost shy. Accompanying him with superb mastery was Mandolin Srinivas. Where Sivamani beat the music out of his drums, Srinivas persuaded it out. And it came, and the people swayed to it.

My soul was drenched today. With melody, with perfection, with sweetness, with contentment. And I danced. All alone but very happy, I danced.

bavre se pair chahe
baavre taraane ke
baavre se bol pe...
.... thiraknaa

(My mad feet want to dance to the mad words of a mad song...)

Sunday, January 04, 2009

Welcome, touch and grilled to perfection

  1. Tanmoy is here.
  2. My iPod Touch is, simply put, damn sexy. I can't believe I now own something so classy.
  3. The grilled fish at Malaka Spice is perfect and quite unlike any that I've ever had.