Mumbai

afternoon musings

They’re playing “Lola” by The Kinks on Virgin Radio. I really like this song – first heard it on Go 92.5, driving down Juhu Beach in Mumbai. I didn’t know then it was about a rather unfortunate encounter, though. Not that it changes anything, the song is really catchy.

In my attempts to reverse the effects of a sedantary lifestyle, I have decided to lighten up my intake of food. So, lunch was two microbananas, followed by small bowls of dal, dahi a few slices of tomato, and a few spoonfuls of rice. I finished my plate, felt all nice and happy about it.
And then as I was walking back to my desk, I picked up a huge handful of salted, oily potato chips. “C’est La Vie”, the fat, smirking devil in my head sighed.

I’m still undecided about whether the losing of money in laundry is worth the joy that comes from finding it back again.

Oh, and I watched Batman Begins yesterday. After the disastrous George Clooney movie and 70’s televison serial episodes; this one makes up for the damage, and finally gets it right. A couple of facts are distorted, but I’m okay with that, considering the great job they did in trying to explain what Batman is really about.

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evacuate!!

Aadisht is in Mumbai.

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Mumbai Bloggers' Meet

Mumbai Meet next Sunday!

Date: Sunday, April 10, 2004
Time: 3 pm
Venue: Cafe Coffee Day, near Pritam Hotel, Dadar East (very close to the station and ideal for both Eastern and Western suburbies)

Your once in a lifetime chance to meet the great Yazad Jal, in person! Be there!

Also your once in a lifetime chance to meet the moderately great yours truly, who shall be leaving Mumbai on the 13th and returning to that blazing furnace of city that we call Delhi, btw.

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of travel and bad planning

Train to Dadar: Rs. 8
Bus from Dadar to Pune: Rs. 150
Bus from Pune to Dadar: Rs. 150
Taxi from Dadar to Powaii because I was a wee bit late and that the last train to Thane had left Dadar 10 minutes ago:: Rs. 260

Moral of the story: Sure, Mumbai is a city that never sleeps and all; but it's not a 24x7 show either.

Side moral of the story: Never ask a taxi driver to turn on the music at such times. Taxi drivers who run at such times possess music of abyssmal qualities that might scare you shitless.

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back in bombay

After a whirlwind trip to Delhi, I'm back in aamchi Mumbai. If I didn't meet up with you in Delhi, really sorry, feel free to drop by my place anytime when you're in Mumbai. As always, I'm suffering from the Blogger's Paradox, the one in which you have so much to write about that you don't want to write about anything. Supposedly the popular cure to this is to start with random bits to get the flow going, and things will automatically solve themselves.

Hence, let's begin with some observations. What is it with bloggers and the culinary arts? First we have one of the alpha-indibloggers hang up their geek gloves in exchange for a wok and a skimmer, somewhere in Bangalore. Then we have Meg putting on the apron to follow her heart. And closer to Mumbai, NidhiTee just Alt+F4ed her blog, with the only remote hope of reading her words again on the world wide web, apparently being her cooking blog. My condolences to her stalkers.

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faq for the time being

Are you dead ?
Not yet.

Then why the hell aren't you posting?
I'm busy.

Hmm... partying too hard in Mumbai, eh?
If juggling powerpoint slides, research papers and code is partying, I'm groovin' baby.

It's really cool to read about what you do and all.
That's not the only thing I write about, you know. And it's definitely not the focus of this weblog.

But I want to know more about your every move...
Go away, freak.

What's with the bickering in the gmail invites post?

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freudian mumbaism

Just woke up from a rather strange dream that included a seemingly implausible scene about a Maruti 800 parked inside a bedroom. I'm not sure, but I think this has something to do with the tiny dimensions of Mumbai apartments. Perhaps I should read the book to find out more.

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Arnab's guide to meeting Arnab

A few things:

  • I don't look like the picture above. I used to. Now I don't.
  • I look more or less like Pierce Brosnan, only shorter, darker and slightly less handsome.
  • I don't look like what I used to a few months ago.
  • I have no freaking idea why I seem to look "changed", or different to people, so don't try to bring that into the conversation. I will not like it if you do. Imagine when you come pick up your own mother at the airport, and she trolleys past you. The same mother who's known you for over 21 years.
  • Yes I am 21 years old. But I act younger.
  • I like to slide on shiny tiling in malls and stores, and suchlike. If that embarasses you, you're too old to be meeting me anyway.
  • If you ever say "grow up" during our meet up, I will leave immediately.
  • I am new to Mumbai. That makes me a guest, and you are thus the host. Guests don't pay for lunch. Or dinner. Hope you catch my thrift drift.
  • If you're an extremely boring person, I will seem like a very good listener to you. In reality, I'll be thinking about recursive activation spread functions or things like that.
  • I'm also a very sweet, fun and friendly person. I might sound presumptuous here, but I'm not, you low life!

Disclaimer: In case I've met you recently, these facts have absolutely nothing to do with you. Seriously. They are based on things I thought up while riding on the FourTwentyTwo this morning, and on irritating people I met long back.

Next post: Arnab's guide for media people.

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first day of the rest of my life

Greetings to all my dear readers from the awesome (and now quite humid) city of Mumbai! I don't have much time right now, but here are a few points I'd like to out down as a personal note-to-self:

  • Never, ever, ever transport 17 inch monitors via passenger train
  • After detaching your hard disk and keeping it safely in your sling bag, remember to alter your behaviour of throwing the bag into chairs / other places to sit.
  • When someone at the station asks you "What's in the box?", it is not required to be a wiseass and answer "Nothing much, just a bomb".
  • And don't be a wiseass especially if the person asking has a Government of India identity card in his pocket.

Yeah, that's about it for now.

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last post!

So long, Delhi! College is over, and in a few days, I begin a new chapter of my life. Somehow the concept of going to work freaks me out. Makes me feel "grown up"; a state of mind I am completely unfamiliar with. Anyway, I'll keep the "growing up" rant for some other blogpost. There's oodles of packing to do. My next post will be from aamchi Mumbai.

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