Oh shit. Seriously sexy.

A little late in the day, but whatever. Happiest 99 bucks I've spent in a long time.

I always had a thing for Johnny, haha ;)

I went to college yesterday again - and finally met the two profs I had been yearning to meet since forever. Was not expecting much - just some cordial chitchat - and well, it was a bit better than that :)
Shit, I miss it all. Senti-mental, but while we're on it, I went to SPE after eons yesterday and heard all my favourite songs. So yay for me.
Oh and I stumbled upon this gem. Take a look sometime. Reminds me of a friend of mine. Haha.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pR8YuIGqWi4

aaaaaaaaaarghhhh. What is WROOOONG with my city??? Damnit. Sitting like a bloody zombie in front of the TV and watching all this shit. It's so bloody insane.
Everything's weird now.
Anyway. Screw it all. I'm just pissed.
I watched 3 back to back episodes of Heroes and cooked pasta. Also had some wine, which was old, and probably should have not been had, but what the heck. Had a debate with the father and brother over the nuclear deal, and fuck, we sounded intellectual as hell. I don't think we really are - but sometimes, we just get into the mode. My brother's a little severe (something tells me, he'll turn out to be a pretty strict parent - or at least when he wants to be) and Baba's always got a logical, practical counterpoint. But it's fun (up until Dada starts to tighten his jaws - thass when I stop).
I was watching commercials. Like, a lot. And shit, there's so much you've got to be, if you'd really believe them. Lambe kale ghane baal, sunder komal twacha, no phati erias - Fuck, guilty on all counts. They should have one on lips. I like my lips, and there's this particular patch of skin on my forearm that I'm very content with. The rest of me's crap. But these two, I'm totally in love with.
Totally unrelated, but I had this weird dream, where I was a part of some Devil worship Cult, where you could transform into food and people could eat you. I was being converted to chicken strogannoff - but I only went as far as cheese. I was smoked cheese.

I want to go to some quiet mufassil town and eat lunch - dal bhaat, take a shower with neem soap and sleep in a darkened room with shabby curtains and a quiet whirring fan. It's like a recurring fantasy in my head.
Anyway, I went to my third 'celebrity' interview - terribly underprepared, but managed alright I suppose. I was helped out by R, who knew 'chuanno' was 54 and I didn't (59, I thought!). I'm pathetic with Bangla numbers - I'm very confused between 40 and 60. Oh well.
I bought Barefoot in the Park today. I'm just in the mood for giddy romcoms. Didjya know Jane Fonda and I share the same birthday? Also Frank Zappa and Govinda. Brilliant no?
I really have nothing to say. Just got tired of seeing the same thing on the blog. I'm particularly thankful to one of my favourite bloggers for putting this up on her blog. It made my week, it really did.

Update:
I went to a cool, broken down house, and smoked up with R. Haha. I feel like a complete idiot when I boast about these things. But then, I am a complete idiot, so it's ok.

You know how you have one of those days, when everything's just fine - you know - perfectly fine - you're with people you like, you're doing things you like - but you just feel psawbbbh? Yeah, that.

I had a really good interview with an 82 year gentleman this morning. I was amazed at how coherent he was, how calm and happy he was. I've seen old age both at its best and its bitterest - but he made me feel hopeful. It was a nice way to spend the morning.

I finally went to the film festival. I met the old festival-faithfuls, and we all went to poster gully at Chandni and picked up some vintage (and not-so-vintage) posters for our hostel rooms in Pune. Then we had veg-chow at Raju's kitchen and then the film (something about O-shien going Hula - which is really mean, but whatever). Anyway, didn't feel like old times somehow.

We had cha at Vien and talked a little shit and came back.

There's something about growing up that's so disturbing. Like you know, shit, college is over, there's work, there're deadlines to meet, fake smiles to flash, yet...we're not quite there. There's that little bit of naivette-nostalgia you desperately want to hang onto. A few days ago I spent a lot of time with school friends - and today it was college. And it just feels like a rockstar's son. I dunno - just psawbbbh.

Dead On and Basic Instinct - well - someone's having fun at least :)

So this, is what it has come down to? Such a fucking shame man.

Happy Festival of Lights

Went to New Market today. Just some stuff, that caught my eye. Happy Diwali.

you know, distance makes me forget you're really like this.

In my head, you're more like James Dean or something.

Buy DVD. Press Mute. Watch. Or wait. Shut mind off and watch. Don't mute. I quite liked that music thing.