Spontaneous Thrash

This  post comes more out'a irritation towards tiny little things for tiny little moments and so it may not seem like it's saying much. But heck! I wanna scribble some!

Got back to my personal diary with a vengeance this weekend. Figured out things in my inward conversations and analysed behavioral eccentricities. While most of my thoughts through the last whole year have been centred around the city, there's obviously personal growth and therefore chaos brewing in my head. Several people have coined several phrases and terms for it - "मगज ना घोडा", "Govind Nihalani", "daily reports" and what not. But thinking has never brought more clarity. Thankfully Nidhi was around and that gave me strength.

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Saturday afternoon was a solo lunch after a long time. Nice Thai chicken sandwiches from Markiv's, Churchgate. YuM-Mee! Dated later. Unusual as usual. Had dinner that started with Vada Pao for aperatif, Pani Puri for some more goading of the digestive juices, and finally a Ceasar Salad and Death-by-Chocolate. Good conversation is always added incentive. The in-betweens turned out to be excellent confidence-boosters.

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Cough-cold-fever. It's been torturing my innards for over a week now and getting onto my nerves. I need something drastic. Hot water, cinnamon and Levocet haven't aided much. Entering the BEnadryl phase and hating it - hating it entirely. Sleepy.

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Work should go fuck itself. It such anyway.

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Completely glued to A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth. Engaging yet going nowhere. Let's see when my patience ebbs. Picked up a tatterred copy from the रद्दीवाला around the corner at Kemp's Corner near Esbeda. It occupied the top place on a stack and my instinct said, "Dude PU, you're said to be a lit student and you've never even attempted Seth." Thank God  I listen to myself.

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Wanna travel, but the heat is forbidding. just came back from the chemists' this noon. The blasted sun should be shot!

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YAWN

My First Bad Time

I've always found Bombay people extremely easy to tread around. Even late at night - established even in my blogs, right? Broad daylight can be a digression, though.

A couple of Sundays ago, I was out on a solitary outing. Like a date with myself. Movie - saunter from Metro to Marine Drive - a bit of the sea to end the hot afty. It was all great. I didn't mind the tan either. The breeze more than made up for the lack of good company, the recent lows and more. Upon crossing the road from the Pizzeria corner, it suddenly struck me how long it had been since I visited the Drive on a holiday and how crowded it got.

A largish man clad in shades of rust also entered my frame of vision. Haywire yet "set" curls, he stood out without much effort - the air of a "townie". Looking into the distance... Strolling, not walking; not in a hurry.

I sauntered off to a clearing on the parapet between numerous couples with my back against the sun - the sun still too harsh. All of a sudden, the peculiar man seemed way too close for comfort. For a while, looking in the other direction seemed quite the adequate thing to do. All of a sudden, I hear "I love your neck piece; it's quite nice." "Thanks." Period. No, really, I thought that would be the end of it.

You really think it would be, at least - it was broad daylight, after all. So many people. It was beginning to get onto my nerves. No, he didn't hurl any physical abuse at me, nor words. I said I'd like to be left alone. He began talking about healing and life and freaky things that I'd probably discuss with Nidhi or Neel and NO ONE ELSE EVER.

That was it. My only escape without either attracting any attention or getting the chap into trouble with the police was to get up at once hitch a cab.

One associates intrusion as a "gowti" trait. People being nosy, never letting you be alone and always trying to know what it is that bothers you - as if sure of being the only rescue or resort. For once, I look up to the suburbites as more respecting of privacy, even in public. Letting you be alone. Letting you do your own thing. Allowing you to be in a shell or out as you may please. Incidentally, anyone come across a PG in Bandra, please to be telling moi.