Monday, 31 August 2009

Impressed

I generally have a very puritanical view of hip-hop music. But life has a tendency of throwing surprises at us. And thus I discovered that even hip-hop sometimes can appeal to my musical taste.

I heard this guy for the first time on Mnet TV and so much did I like this song that I actually bought his CD...




P.S. He is fast..

Tuesday, 25 August 2009

I am tired..

...of being the nice guy, the fall guy, the share-your-troubles guy, the ex you call at 3.00 in the morn when you have a bad dream..

...of staring at the phonebook and wondering whom to call to share the joy of waking up to find rain on my terrace..

...of hanging on to a 9-6 job and waiting for the day I do what I have always wanted to...

...of being away from my beloved hills far too long..


Sunday, 16 August 2009

A Lazy weekend

This 3 day weekend has been a perfect complement to my hectic weekend of last week.
I have done nothing, except read, watch movies, stare at the rain while sipping green tea with honey and lemon, stare some more while lazily dragging on the cigarette and venture out to the nearest cafe and read till the closing hours. I shall be finishing it off today with a nice dinner with a few friends, the only "weekend" activity I shall indulge in this weekend.
I did not get much sleep though, thanks to my near-insomniac tendencies ( imagine waking up at 7.30 on a rainy Saturday morning after going to sleep at 5.15), but I have no reason to complain, that's just me.

Last weekend was crazy, we partied like mad. Between Friday evening and Sunday evening last week, I had been in no less than 5 parties. What ensued was lots of fun, catching up, drinking, but little rest.

All credits to Joseph and Reshmi for arranging a GREAT party where for the first time in the history of house parties, the fridge was still full of beer even after everyone had had their fill of all kinds of alcohol at 4 in the morning. How they managed the exemplary feat, I have no clue. Respect.
Also for the records, the arrival of a friend from Calcutta ensured a 6 hour drinking marathon at Blues which started with beer and ended with Grand Marnier.

So of course, this weekend of rest was much needed.

But, it was not what I had planned. What I had in mind was throw a house party where we all drink the soju I got. But, the evil that dwells in the house played spoilsport.
For quite some time, the guest room of our house has been turned into a carton room by various friends who had come to Delhi in search of accomodation. Some got accomodation, some left for another city, but the cartons of either haven't left our house.
So the Great Weekend Plan consisted of getting all the cartons to the garage downstairs, because sure as hell am not throwing a party with cartons stacked up in a room in the house. But then it rained. The cartons did not get shifted and the party did not happen.

But it will, and soon. Only, the cartons need to go first, see, cause I am a bit of a cleanliness freak. So hang on there my dearies, we shall celebrate the Great Carton Migration with soju...

Saturday, 15 August 2009

Epilogue - Cafe sketches


Sketches of Seoul , made while sipping coffee at Cafe Pascucci and Rotiboy, Gangnam...

Sunday, 2 August 2009

Episode finale - Bombshells, Love locks, ginseng tea and a fortress

Looking back, it was fun.

I had managed to travel as much as I hoped, okay, maybe a little less, cause I missed out the DMZ.

The evenings at Chongechon, feet in the water, watching psychedelic lasers shows being projected on the walls and the water, the rainy day climb to Namsan, the chat with the flautist at Insadong, are memories that I will fondly cherish.

At Namsan, near the Seoul Tower, thousands come to tie locks commemorating their love. The area near the tower is a forest of locks of all sizes and shapes..chains, locks, handcuffs...a forest of the bonds of love.

At Insadong, the Korea of yore comes alive. The traditional tea houses serving tea and sweetened rice cakes, called
ttok, take you to an age lost but not forgotten. I visited a couple of them, yet the one I enjoyed the most, was less traditional compared to the others.
Perhaps it was the books. This one had a book rack from floor to ceiling which was stacked with books, mostly old, in all languages. And the ceiling itself was punctured by numerous skylights that filtered in beams of light. As the light beams traced their path on the spines of old books, and jazz music played in the background, I sipped on my Ginseng tea.

On a particular Sunday, I went hiking to Achasan. I had gone there in search of a fortress, the Achasanseong, which held an important place in ancient Korean history. After hours of hiking, finding an awesome riverbank, that I had not expected, and some more hiking, I found the fortress or what remained of it. Beyond barbed wires, lay the excavations of the fortress, not walls as I had visualised, no wonder then, that the locals were not able to give me directions when I asked them for the "fortress". While coming down, I saw something even more heart warming. All the locals had gathered at an open auditorium in the hill and a concert was going on. Every Sunday the locals here climb the mountain, and on their way back, there is always a concert awaiting them.

One perception that I came back with, is there is a lot of love in Seoul. Couples of all ages can be seen hiking, cycling, sipping coffee or simply chatting in a quiet corner. Till the wee hours of morning,they are out on the streets...unafraid, undisturbed.

Will India be ever so tolerant to lovers, I do not know.

In fact one of my friends made an interesting observation. He said, "Seoul's streets have couple entry."

Finally, I will always remember the bombshell. A devious mix of soju and beer, consumed as a shooter. If you want to get drunk quickly and without fail, this is your drink of choice. Little did I know of its potency when I downed 20 shots, but when I tried to get up...well, well, well. Suffices to say, I somehow tottered back to the hotel and spent half the night sleeping in the toilet.

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P.S. Pardons for the inactivity, but the Delhi heat and humidity is taking its toll.