Monday, November 30, 2009

Don't fret because...

There's a story... a legend, about a bird that sings just once in its life. From the moment it leaves its nest, it searches for a thorn tree... and never rests until it's found one. And then it sings... more sweetly than any other creature on the face of the earth. And singing, it impales itself on the longest, sharpest thorn. But, as it dies, it rises above its own agony, to outsing the lark and the nightingale. The thorn bird pays its life for just one song, but the whole world stills to listen, and God in his heaven smiles.
The best... is bought only at the cost of great pain.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Pan Bahar

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Scraps

2 States: So filmy, 2 hour read. But not so bad really. It makes you laugh atleast.

Arctic Sun: At Coffee Day. I have been craving coffee all day. This is sumptuous.

Shawshank Redemption: The best of movies. Remember Red, hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.

2012: Visual delight. That’s about it.

Little scraps of joys. That’s what matters. Like coffee alone. Sunlight through sheer curtains. A good movie. Little drops of rain. Phone call from friends. Blogging.

Happy is now.

Monday, November 02, 2009

Suddenly something

It was an unexpected Holiday. I lay on my couch reading Ishiguro and nodding off. Suddenly something. I sprang up and decided to do some random exploring.

It was a futile taxi ride to Gandhi market at Sion. It’s closed on Mondays. So, with a vengeance I rode the bus to Kalbadevi. The 86 takes you through some quaint parts of Mumbai. (Yes, parts of Mumbai are very, very quaint, especially around Hughes Road)

I was warned it would be dirty, crowded, old and dingy. Well, it was all of those, but a playground for kitsch. It’s not a Chandni Chowk but it comes close. Kalbadevi, Chira Road, Abdul Rehman Street, Bhuleshwar Road. Parsi Dairy on Princess Street. But I wish I had a guide to show me around the old landmarks. It's too big and complicated to explore alone and on feet.

Mangaldas market is where you get loads of fabrics, all sorts and types. You can mix this crepe, match that brocade, cut this lace, sew some beads in. Thank God they don’t accept cards for small orders. I would have spent my all.


It is these markets that I really like. Chatuchak, Mirabellplatz, Greenwich, Chandni Chowk and now Mangaldas.