My BABE, my BOMBAY! :-P

          Dhobhi ghat!!!   An apparent debacle if you compare it with all the stupid commercial movies bollywood produces every weekend! Story?? It din’t really have one! It din’t have the typical boy girl love story or a munni  gyrating to some copied beats :-P     But the movie had an essence to it, it spoke about “THE CITY” , it captured Bombay in a way few other movies have!  A love story between a city and its protagonists.  

     Bombay is like  a drunk whore, the more you bang it, the more pleasure you derive out of it.... and as time passes you ultimately realise that you are passionate about  her. J    From the moustached politician to the half naked beggar on the street, from the tired banker half hanging from the train to the businessman in debt smoking a cigar in his BMW, from the failed actor trying to make ends meet to the dhobhi walla working endless hours to send a few thousand bucks back home to his village.  Every individual here lives on hope..  they drink it , they sweat it, they serve it, they have it in their blood!   The city builds their dreams and nurtures it. Mumbai teaches you to dream about your hopes and aspirations while living with  your nightmares.  Every one’s a loner here but no one’s alone.

Its funny why an investment banker raking in 2 crores as his diwali bonus still travels in a train:-O Its even more funnier when a businessman travelling in a Merc takes investment advice from a man travelling to his dalal street office in a bus!    ‘Bombay is a paradox’ to sum it up in a sentence J

            The US educated MBA might term it nostalgia when he returns back to recapture the faded sentimentality he shares with his native city. He might fail to find the city he was bought up in, in his boardroom battles but a simple walk by the sea face reconnects you.  A weekend errand to the market, the unavoidable bargain with the vegetable seller, the unexpected smile from  some arbitrary person in the train. Such small, uncalled for moments shows the spirit of this city. It gives you energy and jutzpah no amount of steroids will.  A week in this city and you know you want to spend your life here. For tourists who want to skip the clichéd tour of Bombay, meet up with a student or a local and you’ll stand to know Bombay like you never will.

The Shettys and Nairs from the south will serve u  a hell of a meal while the Mehtas and the Jains are busy stashing away your money in safe havens. Its a cosmopolitan!! J It’s  an exotic display of  humans that make BOMBAY!

Bombay is still a mystery, it has a gothic sync to it.... the best you can do is be a part of the mystery! .....And  LOVE IT!

    No doubt Kiran Rao couldn’t capture it in her 95 minute depiction of Bombay!  As a matter of fact No one can!!  J

      

MOOD for our EYEs !!!

           Just happened to be in the middle of the most happening college fest in India.. yea the mood-i J  engineering students had a ball!!!    And saw some too :-P

   Yea this junta convenes  here  to catch up with their opposite species.

    These tech guys are the most unlucky male species on this planet. The only female company they have in their lectures are of those  beautiful^*** damsels, facial hair more than a guy having a 2 day stubble! :-D    poor nerds i say!!

So when they come face to face with a beautiful young girl they stammer and mess up as if they are up for a bout with muhammed ali! :-P                           Lock an engineering student in a room with a horny model and they’ll end up teaching  her quantum physics..... and the closest they can get to romance is, justifying how her upper torso is an exception to d law of gravity :-P :-D

      Dmitry Medvedev   was going to be there, but who cared for that old Russian in a black tux?  The actual crowd puller was the tattoo parlour and the levis curvy stall!!!!  This is their annual fiesta, indulgence is an impossible leisure the other 361 days!!!

They don’t care for the fundas they learn in college, these guys are more concerned about Charlie Sheen’s methodology and how to execute it practically.(though they fail at it miserably) L   

   They’ll talk non stop about fluid mechanics to thermal stresses and complain about their predicament but when it comes to dealing with the feminine group they are poor pups cornered in a dark alley.     

Haha , the engineering species are a  weird bunch!!!! You cant  decode them!  They are cryptic:-D

^***   hairy, wid high powered spectacles, imagine saddam hussain with long hair and wearing telescopic spectacles.

Wilkommen......

              Here it is, struggled for 18 days before atlast  making an effort to write my blog! Yea it was a new year resolution, weird one but something my mystified mind won’t be able to justify.FYI another resolution of  drinking just black tea  lasted for a week! (my attention span is worse than that of a ten year old)   Beat that :-D who cares about health anyways, i  just want my tongue to sway in delight!

   For a start  I  thought i’ll appreciate our very own “fourth estate” ....

         I always wonder  how journos manage to write columns in toi!  Jug Suraiyya dedicates a whole article on panties hanging outside  the windows :-P  hats off!!   I wonder how he managed to cover the whole article with it when people struggle to cover their  little treasures with those strings:-D  

Then there is  Bachi Karkaria , writes articles which doesn’t really justify her name:-P (read BACHI)  Be it the Maoists or  miss Radia or her recent favourite  “ balls  , bawls  wateva”  , she always has lots to say! Not surprisingly, Our  very  own  Shashi Tharoor seems to have gone on a self imposed sabbatical! Yea he’s PUSHING too hard (PUSH-KAR) :-P     

         Then my fav  Bobilli Vijay Kumar!  I so love his name...  whats in a name!!!  Yea , ironically there’s just confusion in his!!! :-P  South Indian names are legendary. Its long  and uncanny! Still u develop a liking towards it :-D (keep ur naughty thoughts at bay)

          Enough of the journos for now! (told yaa---> ma attention span :-P) Sarcasm is my forte!  Its my core competency :-D .  Heading to the kitchen now!!  Coming home after a month has its own perils..  apart from a  month of gyming down the drain!   Cakes,cookies and coke awaits me so does a bowl of sambhar rice!  Yea i’m a southie too, but my name ain’t anything like bobilli:-D

 Bbye for now! J