July 21, 2011

Binge!

Don’t give a damn
For this daily strife
Ain’t no wretched moment I can’t survive
Would lose my shirt
To that spoonful of life!

If there’s a damn rule
I’ll cheat it.
That forsaken deadline,
I’ll meet it.
And when the world is my oyster…
I’m jus gonna eat it!!!

I figured that waiting until then is, well, not happening. I’ve decided to care a damn (if that can really be called a decision) and just eat to my heart’s content right away. Eat at different places, at different prices and with different people… So there lies the entire point of making you read all this self-indulgent blah. Different people! Since you’re not me, you obviously belong to that category… and I would love to invite you to dinner (and lunch and breakfast and coffee and tea).

Now, I don’t fully know why you would choose to come with ‘me’, but if you truly, sincerely love food then you wouldn’t care to figure that out either!
So, whoever you are and whatever you eat, please come join me. Let’s Binge!

Place: Britannia and Company, Colaba
Day: Sunday, 24th July
Time: 1 pm (or whenever you eat lunch)
Reason: Because I have never eaten Parsi food!

July 20, 2011

I didn't make it to Bhutan.

No.

I didn’t make it to Bhutan.

Came here instead

to the dreaded dreamland,

where time is money

as is everything else.

Where slow

is the dheemi local

or the internet!

No.

I didn’t make it to Bhutan.

Woke up instead

on early afternoons

of eventless days.

To a diminishing rain

and flood-threats.

No.

I didn’t make it to Bhutan.

So?

Could I not walk for a kilometer and a half?

Let the rain drop fall on my hair

and the muck lay aside.

Could I not just walk?

Push, one foot and another

through waves of rain water?

Step on semi-stones

and half-jump over dividers?

Watch those school kids, wet inside ankle-length raincoats

cause a traffic jam

marching across the road

single file.

Could I not?

Walk.

Watch.

Wonder.

Could I really not,

just stand here,

drenched,

pleased at a 30 minute mini- adventure?

Console myself.

So what?

I didn’t make it to Bhutan.

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