My ipod got stolen from my car this week. The next day the wire went missing. The week before that, the remote of my stereo system got whacked. The security guard of the building I live in has no idea how this could have happened, but he looks upset for me. We are all very confused. And my life has theft written all over it this week.
Oh well, happy Independence day. I went to work. I drove at a 120 kmph on the highway. I did not wear green or saffron or white. I had a big lunch. I went back to work. I worked. A little. In the middle, I took a picture of a new born mongrel pup with the camera on my phone. And then later I went to Khan Market with a friend and we drank iced tea and country lemonade for Rs 100 each and figured maybe dry days aren't all that bad. Gandhi would approve. Sip. While at the place -- Urban Cafe; what sloppy uniforms, what mediocre service -- we said unpleasant things about people at work and watched one little sardar boy devour butter chicken with his hands. He was a sweet looking child so we spoke about him not unkindly. But other than this flicker of activity, markets were dead. Even the parking lot attendants were on leave. Everyone was at home. The streets were in a better mood. And in half hour spurts here and there, it was an acceptable day.
Tomorrow I am going to watch Kameenay. I have been looking forward to the movie. I love the soundtrack, and serves Kareena right, I say! I love Shahid. I will love him in spite of his stammer. I feel this in my heart. And I will tell you tomorrow how right I was.
Oh well, happy Independence day. I went to work. I drove at a 120 kmph on the highway. I did not wear green or saffron or white. I had a big lunch. I went back to work. I worked. A little. In the middle, I took a picture of a new born mongrel pup with the camera on my phone. And then later I went to Khan Market with a friend and we drank iced tea and country lemonade for Rs 100 each and figured maybe dry days aren't all that bad. Gandhi would approve. Sip. While at the place -- Urban Cafe; what sloppy uniforms, what mediocre service -- we said unpleasant things about people at work and watched one little sardar boy devour butter chicken with his hands. He was a sweet looking child so we spoke about him not unkindly. But other than this flicker of activity, markets were dead. Even the parking lot attendants were on leave. Everyone was at home. The streets were in a better mood. And in half hour spurts here and there, it was an acceptable day.
Tomorrow I am going to watch Kameenay. I have been looking forward to the movie. I love the soundtrack, and serves Kareena right, I say! I love Shahid. I will love him in spite of his stammer. I feel this in my heart. And I will tell you tomorrow how right I was.
7 comments:
yea she has no idea what she's gotten herself into. national holidays are weird, as close to Armageddon as they come - when e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g. shuts down..and it should, because it's always the delivery boys who get exploited anyway.
And sucks on the ipod, how could it get stolen from your car? Was it broken into? Didn't the alarm go off? And more importantly, waddya doing leaving a ipod in a car??
sigh. it was broken into, yes. will you believe some of us don't have central locking systems? I am an idiot. I defied Murphy. I trusted Allah but i did not tie my camel.
Did you like Kaminey? I watched it in a small-town theater, sitting on plastic chairs put in to serve the extra crowd. A hot, sweaty hall, it was. The crowd whooped and whistled throughout the movie, and the lip-lock (as Delhi Times would call it) got cheers such as I've never heard in a cinema. And sorry about your losses.
Tis really sad about losing belongings! So how was the movie????
Pera, Blue: Hello, hello! Yea, I liked the movie. It was gory and violent and I could not understand what was going on half the time, but I love Shahid, I love the songs, it's so well made and Piggy Chops is awfully real. I liked, I liked. Very much.
Thank you for the kind words about my losses, but serves me right for being so ... whats the word.. BLASE!:)
hota hai...hota hai...
chillax dear... sab gaya to kya hua? take it positively.
see--at least u got another chance to but those things again!!
Gadget shopping--a techie's dream-come-true :-)
Neways, i am looking forward to ur review of kaminey...
i am really thinking to give vishal bhardwaj in his a face and getting him stamped "I am kaminey"
that movie was a damp-squib, a sort of an anti-climax , a bathos....you show its too good in the trailers.....but in the end the story is nothing more than a oft-rotten piece....after watching his previous films...and regretting them not to watch them on theatre.. i expected a somewhat better deal from him..........
ne'ertheless gulzar's lyrics makes up for most of the laggards.
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