Thursday, 8 March 2007

March on

Its surely been a memorable weekend. March looks promising. After months of monotony, during which I grew more and more impatient with my routine life...finally there was a welcome break from the monotony. Life had become predictable...which irked me. Other than few minor aberrations...it was like a repetitive cycle...each day the same.

Anyways, last week was different. Once again I feel alive.

It all started with Utopia on Friday, where Thermal and A Quarter whipped up some mean music. Good music,coupled with good company of old friends and free flowing booze...the night had to be good. At the fag end of the concert, at 2.20 in the morning, me and my friend headed off to Faridabad on his RD 350. Man, what a bike! It will remain one of the best rides I have had in a long time.

The next evening I was back in Delhi with some friends. After a couple of hours, all of us were jamming, aided by the whiskey. We must have made quite a ruckus that night...but thanks to the "Mysterious long haired guy" reputation I enjoy from my neighbours...nobody said anything. Sometimes being a long haired guy really helps.

Well not always though, like the time I was smoking outside my house...and a policeman on his bike stopped to ask me what I was doing there. After our introductions were through, he apologised and said it wasn't actually his mistake...it was mine. I had long hair.
Or the countless times when I have got the undivided attention of Delhi's stud boys. They would zoom past on their bikes...and then they turn.......and the priceless expression on their faces. My close friend, also a long haired guy, has had similar experiences, if not more hilarious ones.

To add to the unexpected turn of events of this weekend, I met an old schoolmate after 13 years. I had never expected to bump into him after 13 years like this in the middle of the road. Meeting him made me quite nostalgic.
Talking about those days,old school, old friends...and of course our old crushes. Damn, I wonder where she is now...my first crush.
Remembered the first time I had seen her...the only short haired girl in the class. I have always had this thing for short haired girls. Needless to say, I fell for her... hook, line and sinker. The first love letter...and the scolding from the teachers which followed. I was 8 then.
Somewhere during my city changing, school changing life I lost track. Wonder if we would recognise each other if we bumped into each other again.

Anyways, its been a fantastic weekend.


Thursday, 1 March 2007

Over a cup of Coffee

Over the past few months, ever since I moved to the new place where I stay now (those who know, know...those who dont...too bad), I have been a regular visitor to the local Cafe Coffee Day every evening on my way back from office.
This cafe happens to be the site of my daily physical exercise in the form of an extremely challenging predatory game called "Get the Table". The rules of this game are pretty simple...to get one of the three prized tables of the outside seating where you can smoke while savouring your cup of coffee. However the game involves extremely complex techniques of looking disinterested, pretending you have better things to do than wait for a coffee table, keeping a keen eye on fellow predators and finally the masterstroke...to walk in and seat yourself in one of the tables as if you were just passing by and saw an empty table. For those who think this is an easy game...try it once. It is not for the faint hearted. I have developed so much patience that I feel I can safely graduate to Zen Buddism now.

It is this patience that sees me through the ordeal of meeting some of the people I encounter there. Well, when you are sitting for hours having coffee, you meet all kinds of people.

Among the various kinds of people whom I have had the fortune/misfortune of meeting, there are two types who are of particular interest. These two types never fail to infuriate me. Everytime I meet them, it is like a test for my beliefs in non-violence.

The first among the types is the ones I call the Evolutionarily-challenged.These are the people who just stopped evolving or rejected the concept of human evolution all together. Their lives are centred around one topic - the other sex. Whenever I meet these men, the conversation is always and always about girls....girls they met,are going around with, would like to meet...and so on. Well, it is natural to be interested in the other sex...but when that becomes an obsession...the only thing you talk about anytime and everytime...that I find a bit retarded. I am NOT INTERESTED. Spare me. You may be the modern incarnation of Don Juan, I dont care.

The second type is the Pseudo-Rocklover. These are the ones who can talk endlessly about how they love rock/metal. They are among the most vocal denouncers of all other genres of music. However, after you talk to them for a while...you realise that their concept of rock music extends to a few popular songs and ends at that. They are not open to other songs other than the popular ones, let alone other genres. ( I once got reprimanding looks from one when I mentioned that I like Blues too).Their list of THE SONGS, invariably contains the following:

1. Summer of Sixty Nine [THE FAVOURITE of most Pseudos]
2. Sweet Child of Mine [or November Rain or any other GNR song]
3. Another Brick in the wall [Floyd it seems is quite a favourite among the Pseudos]

Just when I was being enlightened about true love for rock music from one of them,his mobile rings. And the ringtone...well it is Himesh Reshmiya...surprise..surprise!!

Well, anyways who am I to judge....after all I am uncool. I listen to the blues too.