8.9.09

Where's the Devil in Evelyn... Where's the Blood in Bloody Mary?

Bombay hasn't met Bloody Mary. Yes, the famed entity that's supposed to spice up your meals, however plain. Here in Bombay, people make their BMs plain as routine. It lacks the spice. The Tabasco seems amiss. The BM is truly characterless here. It has no body. No zing. No kick. It does not make you wanna finish it n then want some more. It makes you wonder, for a city that rapes and kills its women so keenly, so skillfully, they do a bloody bad job of the ooze. Of what's bound to splatter. Of what separates one's own from others, of what is thicker than water, of why step ones are always loathed.

Food, it seems, is only second to leave its imprint on a city's visitors. In a metropolis as frequented as Bombay, it extends to its drink. Still, in the quest for the perfect Mary. Like a whore, like a lover, like a thief, like some fever, like dope mid-week, like a prisoner with cheek, like dreams gone awry, like a muffled scream.

That'll be my Bloody Mary.

6 comments:

Nothingman said...

Ouch.. u seriously believe in the honesty you exude?

Daylight Splitter said...

@Nothingman...
Is it honesty or is it brusqueness that I exude? At another level, it is easier to mistrust honesty. :)

crusading against myself~! said...

if my city... kills & rapes its women keenly... what r yr thgts on bihar... delhi... and the rest of india? like seriously!

Daylight Splitter said...

@ crusader
I have no rebuke to your comment. Perhaps because despite its chinks, I'm still in love with Bombay. This isn't supposed to Bombay's-such-a-crappy place blog.

:)

Daylight Splitter said...

I finally found the perfect Bloody Mary. Someplace in Juhu... Ambrosia...? Not sure...

PrianCa said...

Mr. Khot at L&T, CCD has a special recipe... a Desi Chameli types instead of Bloody Mary... full on with chaat masala and neembu and pepper and lots'a tomato puree.

Thank you Mr. Khot!