Friday Mirchi
It’s been some 10 days. From my “American mom†visiting me, news about my first love, breakups, buying a DAP, rings to wear from home, flu, taking a painful decision to not go to Canada for a break…
It’s surprising how at times you click with someone over the phone in spite of never having seen the person. It’s all the more surprising that you manage to keep that chemistry over 5 years and yet not having met in person. It’s been that way with my ‘American momma’. Well she’s started being my counselor on the east coast, while I worked on the west. And every time we talk it’s nothing but fireworks. So it was nice that spared a day to visit me on her trip to California. And that gave me an opportunity to visit “Chakra†an upscale Indian restaurant down here in OC. If you visit this place please do not order Gulab Jamuns. We received a huge plate with ONE GJ cut into 4 halves and a huge chocolate cake at the other end. I had a hard time deciding whether I should laugh, cry or simply eat the cake leaving the ONE GJ in there all alone. On a side note, Rogue, a French bar in Fashion Island is worth a visit for their martinis.
Broke up with “Spâ€. Why do women suddenly turn so needy? A month earlier, “I’m not looking for a commitment†was the statement I got to hear from her. 4 weeks later she wants a commitment. Sure. And I want to find a switch to shove up my ass that I can turn on and off based on my woman’s changing minds. It’s tragic. Given time and its own pace, this could have turned out to be so beautiful and perhaps…mind if I say the most dreaded word in my dictionary…permanent.
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iPod. iRiver. Sony HD. Fuck this. Fuck that. I have spent one month in a confused state trying to decide which should be my first DAP. For the less knowledgeable souls (like me), a DAP is your MP3 Player. I didn’t know about the acronym until last week. Well it feels nice to use it on . So I go out and buy something which the whole world is NOTïŠhere buying. iAudio. It’s a music player, video player, pictures, data storage, FM radio, voice recorder…and I don’t know what the fuck else is there in this thing. But I like it so far. “Aati Kya Khandala†sounds so sweet while writing this blog. And for the first time “Chinnamma…†from Meenaxi sounds so foot taping. Not to forget “Dil hai sanam dil…†from Chor Chor. That is some piece of fusion. What’s going from with A.R. these days? I can barely manage listen to any of his new churned stuff in Hindi.
Someone tell me how does one feel comfortable with these ear plug phones. They feel like someones drilling in both my ears.
What’s with stones? I admit I’m superstitious, have an astrological bent et all. So it’s no wonder I receive another package from India to wear this ring which has this huge purple stone in it. Now wearing Ring Number 4 and walking down the street in Southern California, I’m either a gay guy or a Gangsta rapper (from India?) wearing a suit. Damn Mom. I hope whatever this new ring is for, works. Do these astrological stones work anyway?
The flu haunted me for 10 days. You feel a better after 2 days and feel good. 3rd day it strikes back again. What’s up with this? It’s like this fucking flu was getting bored and playing around with me. Kick my ass for 2 days, leave, I feel better, come back and kick my ass again.
Ok if you have a tight budget. You find there is something you wanted badly and now its available for 4 days. But it’s in Canada. And traveling and getting that “special thing you always wanted†will screw your budget. Would you still do it? The impulsive me wants to go, but checking my budget, my head doesn’t want me to. But “BB†is visiting from Europe and it’s one in a lifetime opportunity to go and do his workshop. Do it, don’t do it, do it, don’t do it, do it, nah…
Well, what happens when you have only fallen in love ONCE, your entire life? What happens when fate breaks you up with your FIRST and ONLY love? What happens when after the break up, it takes a year to recover? What happens? You end up paying a lot of cash to your psychotherapist and adapt a screwed up mentality of never falling in love again. Ask me. Anyway my American mom delivers the news on her visit…â€S†is getting married. A superfast jet of past memories flashed in and it felt like a stab. It could have been “us†getting married. Fuck. First Loves are ïŠthe screwiest of all.
“Dhakka Laga Bukka†from Yuva is playing on my DAP and I’m pumped up. Lunch looks like Gujju thali. Evening looks good. Its clubbing with new 2 desis who emailed me after reading my pickup blogs on here. It’s gonna be fun and exciting and since its me…a bit wild – Kya kool hain hum! How’s your weekend gonna be?
