Thursday, December 30, 2010
now safely tucked inside a thick lep( cant find a better translation of this typically bengali contraption against the cold...a thick jacket of cotton/ silk stuffed with compressed raw cotton, dunno how better I can explain it) and daring the famed Delhi cold with a bottle of OLD MONK and cold water. Thats dinner and beverage.
Already feel a warm glow inside.
Jai Ho...Old Monk rocks.
Hope to have a kickass party tomorrow with Gee, Rara and the gang.
WHEN YOU ARE FREEZING, OLD MONK WILL KEEP YOU ALIVE!
Friday, December 24, 2010
Have a footlong Italian from Subway, half a bottle of Old Monk rum with what dear pal Sumo would call "Thansapp" and lots of munchies and two superb pastries from the Sweet Chariot Cafe down the road. And have CCR on the latptop. So its not entirely painful. Lonely quite, painful in parts.
Entirely unconnected list:
1. Hottest Indian Actress- Chitrangada( if she didnt marry that 18-hole man ) , Vidya Balan( kono kotha hobey naah)
2. Best Indian sportsperson- Saina Nehwal...she has taken on the Chinese and the Indonesians and the Taiwanese and beaten them at their game. Kudos lady.Love your Tiranga-coded hair clips and your deft placements.
3. Car i want to buy right now- Ford Fiesta S. fully loaded Aquirius Blue. and tank it up and drive to Goa. With Kanchan. And Gee...and CCR & Led Zep on the stereo. No Arka anywer. As a rule.
4. Band for all seasons -CCR.
5. Bengali singer I love- George-da.
6. Greatest football club in the world- Manchester United.
7. Old Monk rocks.
8. I am drunk.
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Thursday, October 21, 2010
0930 hrs- 3 small sized Dorbesh
1345 hrs- 200 gms probiotic curd
1645 hrs- 200 ml cardamom falvoured milk.
2030 hrs- 1 scoop of Coffee n nuts ice-cream from Baskin Robins
2200 hrs- 2 bowls of daal, 2 small helpings of cabbage curry,2 small helpings of lady`s finger curry,2 small chapatis,bowl of curd, bowl of papaya ( approx 75 gms).
Well begun ,except for the ice-cream.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
I don’t drink Coffee( Dark/filter/ machine-made whatever), have barely watched any of the great films of Kieslowski, Tarkovsky,Bertolucci and inspite of my best efforts haven’t been able to add any value to any of the discussions regarding the tomes of Derrida/ Kafka/ Hosseini/ Murakami etc. I can’t take a decent photograph to save my ass/ balls and don’t even have a proper Nikon D5000 with Sigma and such-alike Bazooka shaped lenses.
In short, I am not exactly someone who qualifies as the “Cool Intellectual Thinking Man”.
Did I miss laid-back and tremendously successful and with a dark sardonic sense of humor?
Am I still allowed to be in Facebook ?
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
I was techinally an engg student and he was in MCA course somewhere in the moffusils.
Glad he took my advice, re-appeared for the ISI, Delhi entrance and well....today he calls me to let me know he is getting posted to London...
happiness knows no bounds.
After all, Abhrajit and I have known each other for the last 25 years and 8 odd months.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Why ? Does the Univ need to be on the papers every day ? its not exactly Manchester United for god`sake!
2.Some shit-heads don't wipe their fingers before swiping the Biometric touch pad in office.
Poorer shitheads get a message in a sing-song mechanical voice flatly forbidding them from going home for another 5 minutes.
3. Our GM - Resource Mob passed away three odd months back.Very sad.We lost a fine gentleman and a very sharp finance guy. Sadder is the fact that his successor is seeing to it the dept ceases to exist in the next six months.
4.Most auto-drivers in Chennai ( Madras to me) will take a long look at you,and say "50 rupees Saar" for a distance approximately equal to that between my bedroom and the loo.
5.Delhi suffers from the classic case of the City coming to the villages.And then actually paying the villagers the equivalent of Chad`s GDP to build malls and Cyber-cities and pointless monstrosities in the middle of nowhere.Net result.
Mutton-headed lumps of lards running around the NCR in SUVs the size of Parliament house,neons glowing, million watt music systems blaring out the latest Imran Hashmi tracks, and generally proclaiming their parentage by unique-to-NCR stickers like" Gujjar Boy" and "Jatt Rulz". Common guys, we totally get it.The stickers are superfluous.
6.Me and my Very Large Friend ( referred to as God elsewhere in the blog) walked into a Maruti Suzuki dealership in Bangalore on a lazy Sunday afternoon and spent twenty minutes checking out the features of an A-Star, Ritz,Alto K10 and Estillo in a very leisurely manner without any Customer Care/ Marketing executive bothering us even once. Considering the fact that I was there to ACTUALLY finalise my car-buying decision, its sad. No wonder they are losing market-share.Or probably they had "Fey" or sixth sense and envisioned me driving a Rolls Royce one day.
7. I am yet to decide on what car to buy even after intense R & D for over three years.