The smell of paint has faded.

The final bow has been taken.

The props all put away.

People have applauded for a final time, and gone home.

The lights have dimmed.


Shit … shit …shit

…I never thought I would say this (especially not for this ..)….

but I miss it…..

I do..

Champagne with Garam masala.

Wine with biriyani.

A female pope who had a child.

And a modern executive who abandoned hers.



It's all about

Women on top............

14th November.
Evening.
Gyaan Manch.

Be excited. Be very excited.
(with due apologies to the rainbeau peep)

Whipping out the dusty quill spew out brilliance is not actually my cuppa tea.
So I will stick to doing my tag (I have been tagged by this funny and brilliant female) without any frills and thrills.
And that’s that.
Hmmmph.

10 simple pleasures:

1. Reading . (Well yes…call me an aantel, a snob and what-say-you…but I can’t imagine anything more simple…and more exhilaratingly pleasurable.)

2. Remembering. ( It’s probably the masochist me speaking…because remembering certain conversations…random walks, sudden looks, touches…gives me the most excruciatingly painful pleasure ever.)

3. Watching people. ( It’s unnerving…sometimes strange people stare right back at you. But I love watching people. And if you are a JUDE student and have access to ZeLedge then oohhh lala…you’ve just booked yourself a front row ticket to the people watcher’s paradise…squealing females…jumping males…weird pink skirts…golden jholas…orange and green bras…hot professors… dreamy eyed geniuses…mushy couples..you get it all… right here..right now..)

4. Singing in the shower. (Nothing is more stress relieving than making John Lennon and Rabindranath turn in their graves while rinsing your hair.)

5. Washing my hand. (It’s probably weird. But I love to do this. I love the feeling of the dirt and grime peeling away…I love to see the grey water swirl and disappear…and I love the fresh feel and smell afterwards)

6. Being out in storms. ( No, not rains as much … but the stuff preceding it…the dust-getting-into-your-eyes-mouth-nose-the-umbrella-flying-right-off-the-tangy-smell-taking-over-your-lungs kind..)

7. Biting into a cheese cake/gorom topse maachh bhaja/ patisapta. (Do I really need to explain this one??)

8. Talking. (Pleases. Surprises. Dirties. Numbs. Hurts. Cleanses.)

9. Dancing. (I stumble. I falter. I fall. But I sway. I twirl. I laugh. I get away. I live.)

10. Sleeping. ( Shuts out the world. Let’s me be alone. And most importantly, provides the only place where I manage to get a date with Johnny Depp as well as a 100% scholarship to Oxford.)


p.s. Oh yes...and I tag (and I can't link..so I will just write their blogger user id's) aquilusaltus, phemonoe and scorpionragz.