Monday, December 25, 2006

Glassy Affair

Some time ago, I'd posted some snaps from China Gate in Atria, and the other day I found myself there again, and once again I was snapping pictures of the glass designs they have on the walls. Maybe it's just something I love about glass.

Yes, yes, their food is also very good!

High Rise

TV is all about how the real estate prices in India are rising. And no where is this more apparent than in the case of Central Bombay, where I live. This place epitomises change - from the mill workers' colonies of once-upon-a-time to the land of malls and uber-swanky skyscrapers that dot the landscape these days. Looking out of the window in my room, you can see three tall cranes in succession, busy grinding and groaning away at some task. Strange that the tiny short cut I used to take to my earlier office leads into a now-defunct textile mill (now it houses offices of graohic design companies and a bank), which then meanders into the back yard of a very expensive skyscraper. :)

My bai's chawl is directly behind the skyscraper.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Free bowls of popcorn with beer

The Sports Bar in Phoenix Mills used to be a regular haunt, at one point of time. Especially when we used to work at CNBC. The boss used to take us there a coupla times for 'treats' and all, and we would sit one this huge couch at one corner, throw darts, play pool, drink beer and exchange silly jokes. Then the CNBC days got over, and Sports Bar kinbda became... distant. Even though I still worked and lived a stone's throw away... And so later it became a kind of a feel-good factor, a memory thing - of when all of us would get together, pop some corn, chug a few beers, not worry about potbellies and sing along with Paul Young.

This is from the last time Sharon and I went over to Sports Bar.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Cover to Cover

A magazine I would probably have never picked up, had it not featured my best friend in a sexy centrespread - completely non tilitillating, of course. So suddenly, I'm the family expert as far as diffuse yellow lighting and curtain fabrics are concerned. :) Suddenly, I'm criticising my brother's nylon curtains and horrendous velvet sofa set and glass side tables.

Quite funny, really - considering my famous friend thinks I have little or no taste! (grin)

Shiny Disco Disco Disco Disco....

I love the song Aaj ki raat from the movie Don, SRK Version. Something so Damn Sixties about it - can just imagine the John Travolta-style finger dance action (you know which one I'm talkin' about, don't look so mortified!) and it completely gets your groove thang rockin! So that's why I also luuurrrve shiny disco balls - both the thingy, and the song. Clicked this one at a Goa pub, and then took a retake in 'night' mode below.

And then, the other day, I'm going though Bandra, and I see in an ironing shop (of all places!) the most gorgeous, the most divine, the most lustrous silver shiny disco ball, hanging from the hutment ceiling at a corner.

I stopped. And drooled. :)
shaam hai, jaam hai, aur hai nasha
tan bhi hai, mann bhi hai pighla huaan...
chhayi hai ranginiya
phir bhi hai betaabiyan...
kyun dhadakta hai dil...
kyun yeh kehta hai dil...
deewanon ko ab tak nahi hai yeh pata...!
aaj ki raat...
khona hai kya...
paana hai kya...
khona hai kya...

Wednesday, December 13, 2006


Note: the rainbow umbrella (as if you could miss it in the first place!), the big biiiiiig orange goggles (I loooove calling them that, instead of the more boring 'sunshades'), the gleeeeeaaaming skin post slippery oil massage, and the Disgustingly Happy grin.

Welcome to Goa!


This place was called the Hanuman Bar, of all places, at Anjuna. And while we were drinking coffee (too many beers during the daytime already), Binay here started playing with the lamp hanging overhead. I took three snaps of him - what I labelled as Arty, Intense and Playful. Up there is Intense. Down there is Arty and Playful.

So Orange-y

Aa, but The Specimen likes these candid snaps. Where he pretends he's not posing. :) Whereas I prefer the brash ones. Chalk and cheese, we are. We've both commented on that. But I'd be quite lost without my Agony Uncle. Corny, huh?

(By the way, that's Baga beach.)

Quintessential Anjuna

Quintessential Goa. Anjuna Beach on the rocky approach, and we were at this great li'l joint called Zoori's, with had divans and cushions and low tables, where we feasted on kingfish and lasagna (do I hear you go what???) and grilled chicken, and ogled at the view - and I don't mean just the sea here. Breathtaking, it was. :)

Tuesday, December 5, 2006


Back home in Calcutta, my mum and grandma would go shopping at the Gariahat market for little knick knacks every Saturday evening, and invariably return with a pair of new but not-so expensive slippers for mum. My mum loves shoes - even though she abhors spending more than Rs 500 for a pair. And while I used to joke about her shoe-fetish then, it turns out that her genes are pretty strong in me. :) That's my shoe-box up there - a crate stuffed with all ten pairs of them. My inexpensive Oshos (two pairs), my white Nike sneakers, my black Adidas sneakers, my black leather office-going shoes, my tapering black witchy-bitchy shoes, my hyper-expensive white Red Tapes, my all-weather Lee Cooper slip-ons, my felt brown Gasoline sneakers and my Woodland boots.

Back home in Calcutta, I have another pair of Adidas sneakers, a Holyfield pair in brown leather, black-and-brown twins of forgotten heritage, and a couple more sandals.

It's obvious, I don't share my mum's abhorance for the upwards Rs 500 price tag. *sigh*

Sunday, December 3, 2006


Tea Centre at Churchgate reminds me so much of Flury's in Calcutta. Liveried waiters and a tinkly little bell to summon them seem o-so colonial, but just when I think that maybe that's a Bong thing, I realise it can't possibly be that simple, as Vivek is its greatest fan. *tinkle tinkle* Cucumber sandwiches and hot scones and lemongrass tea, please.


Not quite the rocking-horse I had when I was a kid, but cute, nonetheless. The li'l pen-stand/ desktop accessory that Rajat got from Bangkok looks like a cross between a zebra and horse with multicoloured legs (not to mention, a cross between a quadripedal animal and a box) and I could not resist snapping him. He looks so... happy!

Thursday, November 30, 2006

Knock, knock

Picked up the nameplate for my apartment from this squat old man who sits near my office at Fort. He has a tiny detachable-retractable stall, and it's clustered with NO TRESSPASSING, Dr Shyam Ahuja, MBBS; Flat 207 KHANDELWALS, and DO NOT DISTURBs screaming out in the busy road. I knew what I wanted: something simple in brass or copper, simple sheen, with my name and my flatmate's in nice big capital letters.

Of course my poor mother, who's already quite flabbergasted at me 'living with a woman', as she puts it, will be quite stunned, shocked, horrified, morified, terrified when she sees the sign this December. *groan*

Chick-lit Fan

Books on my shelf again, two which seemed kind-a familiar. Read DevilWearsPrada first, after seeing the movie. Was with Rajat, trying to shop for a birthday for his nephew, and instead I picked up Weisberger's matinee hit work. The book was loads different from the movie though - Andrea was much more whiny - not a change which you appreciate at first, when you start reading the book after having seen the movie, but then the book drawns you in, nonetheless. Has its own charm.

And then there's Diary of a Married Call Girl. Thought I'd identify with it *grin*, thought I'd laugh with it - but not really my kind of book. I'm a mushy-sappy creature at heart - and this book... just isn't. It prioritises the Job over all else. And I don't get that. So, even though I finished the book, and was glad that the call girl was not getting divorced in the end (at least for some time), I was glad it was over and I could pack it right back in the shelf.

Makes for a pretty picture, though. :)

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Cafe By the Sea

This was a pic that was a mistake. Sharon fumbling with the digicam, trying to take a self-snap, and then her fingers got in the way when she clicked on the shutter button. Instant Coffee Karma pic, is what I call this one.

That was the day I met Sharon for coffee, the last time before she left for Delhi. Not exactly the Lower Parel Barista, where we've spent sooooooooo much time, but what the heck, she still managed to look pretty, bat eyelashes and flirt with the waiter. :) I almost did the same. So, while she accused me of losing my knack of taking the best photographs of her (all through the Delhi and Chennai years), I took this one down there.

And of course, she returned the favour, and there was one of me, twiddling my thumbs.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006


I love my friends. OK, so that's a moronic line to actually say, let alone write down. But they get me through a lot. I get through a lot with the help of my friends. There was a song like that, right? I get by with a li'l help from my friends...

Now if only they would look a little less outraged... *grin*

Monday, November 20, 2006

Hard Rock Hotel

I've been a fan of Madge ever since I can remember. I used to have the cassettes of her very first albums, straight from the 'Holiday' days, graduating to 'True Blue' and 'Like a Virgin' and then 'Like a Prayer' and I even did a 'Bedtime Story'. I was reduced to opera-like tears when I heard her rendition of Don't Cry For Me Argentina... and I was giggling in bubblegum glee when she went all Material Girl. Madge is the Indisputable Queen of Pop - I am sooooooo Hung Up on her! :)

This was then the (very blurry) Hall of Fame at the Hard Rock Cafe, of which Madge is a part - together with Bono and who I think is a very young Billy Idol up there. The occassion was the birthday party of a dear little boy, so the rest of us dear little boys decided to go and drink ourselves silly in a way that our dear little mothers would surely have disapproved. And I was also taking dear little drunken photographs of the gigantic arty-farty chandelier that was hanging from the reeeeeaaalllly high ceiling - a bit of artful photoshop strokes and filters and here you have a suitably arty-farty blemished representation of the same -

And then of course, there was the very surreal snap of the Alice Cooper outfit - note to self: must wear a tuz over leather pants and vest at next basement S&M party. Nothing else will do.

Hard Rock Review:
The place is completely fantastic - great music that keeps you jiving at the bar for hours with your drink, even though the seating area may be full. Little chance of that happening though - the place is huge, situated as it is in an absolutely cavernous erstwhile mill in Worli - and chances are, you'll be telling the head steward to postpone your table reservation for just a feeeewwww minutes more while you keep on rocking at the bar. The decor is very TGIF - but bigger and better, with loads of rock and pop memorabilia strung around The prices are on the higher side (just like TGIF) but seems worth it. And if you're a sap for old world goofiness, you have the entire band of waiters getting up on the bar space and dancing to Y-M-C-A. A rip-roaring time!

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Her Highness

So yes, after the pushy bitch decided to barge in, I decided to call her Piggy (pronounced: pi-jee). There she sits all day long, and thankfully, none of my clothes have been soiled yet. Friend of mine at work suggested I name her Penny, but that's more of a magpie name, isn't it? So, she remains: Piggy the Pigeon.

Monday, November 13, 2006


My flat mate sleeps. Sleeps. Most of the day. And on the one-off chance that she's awake, she's glued in front of her laptop, downloading/reading/watching movies yadayadayada. Actually, she's up most nights doing this - that explains her comatose state in the morning.

I hate that nightdress!

Sunday, November 12, 2006


Seen in the picture:
1. miniature flag - stolen from office of job no. 2, after the cheapskates refused to give a holiday for Independence Day.
2. Bausch & Lomb contact lens solution for my eyes.
3. framed print of some famous picture, obtained free of cost from an art auction press conference during the journo days. It was a Neville Tuli event, and the prices were simply staggering.
4. books: Jamie O'Neill's At Swim, Two Boys and Suketu Mehta's Maximum City. Read and loved Suketu - yet to start on O'Neill.
5. plug from my standing mashaal/garden lamp, which I've put up in a corner of my bedroom.
6. birthday card I received from brother darling, earlier this year. Yes, it's mushy.

Chinese Glass

China Gate at the new Atria Mall here in Bombay has these beautiful rectangular glass columns, extending all the way from the ceiling to the floor. They're meant to serve as a foil for the lights at the base - the net effect is brilliant.

Sunday afternoon lunch with the brother, and I coaxed him to order honey chicken - which he hates! In retaliation, he ordered the Schezuan fried rice - which was H O T. Didn't mind too much, since we cooled down afterwards with gelato. :)

Through the Looking Glass

This blog starts here. So that's the cutomary Self Photo Through the Looking Glass. Of course, courtesy the 10 second timer button, I'm capable of much cuter self snaps, but what-the-hell, felt that the first post deserved something cheesy like this.