Tuesday, October 23, 2007

We Will Become Silhouettes

Alright...its finally tomorrow, well almost. Tomorrow's when I board that tiny plane and head off to the mother ship..sweet, humid, tandoori chicken laden Delhi.

I tried to get hold of some old numbers and you know what, nobody's there anymore. Either they're in Bombay, Pune, Bangalore, Singapore..and where not or just married, which really is the same thing. I shouldn't be saying that, cause 2 of my bestest are there still, but its not the same without the whole gang, if you know what I mean.

So cousin's getting married and its been a while since I had a flavour of an indian wedding. Though he's the same age and since I'm not married and girlfriendless at the moment, "I'm dreading the aunties" would be an understatement. Sigh...maybe I'll tell them I'm gay and then pinch uncle...I'm guessing they'll say they understand and have nothing against that and then faint in front of my eyes...

Going to see the Shins today with roommate...new music club in NY, kind of like a going away party...

Roommate tells me that Indian Marriages are perfect to get hooked up in...I tell him we'll have to test that theory out now, won't we. But that'll totally mess up my fainted aunties...

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Whats up

I think, the time has come to reacquaint myself with me alarm clock.....I sleep more than half my life (well the weekends and thats my life these days anyway)...and that just might be the reason I don't accomplish much in my life.
"Well, its one way to live" - says the right side of my brain.....the left side can't be bothered at the moment...its high.

Monday, October 15, 2007

Skinny Love (Bon Iver)

* Happiness Love Misery*

Happiness is a mystery
She walks on padded feet
I’d trick her and hold her here
But she’s onto me.

Love’s wandering free
Been trying to get her in my tree
But she’s elusive as only she can be

Dance for me misery
Dance for me
To hell with padded feet
This tree’s ours, so feel free.

Friday, October 12, 2007

Misty Mountain Hop

6000 miles, much sun and rain, much trying to copy the accent, and much more laughter than I had planned for, its back to the grind that is New York City.

This London just gets better every time...and one thinks its but fitting to write a few lines to declare one’s love ...of a city.

London, oh the ways in which I love thee...

- The music scene is pure brilliance there. Of course subjectivity filters in here, but I assure you...the live music streaming from the blues bars’ there shines.

- The accent - of course now.

- The no tipping concept. This is a much debated and usually hated issue with people who hang with moi. But really, what is with the compulsive, forced, tipping culture here in NYC. Even if service is bad, I am forced to tip here. London on the other hand promises that “what you see is what you pay” .... and you gotta admire the Brit for that. Well I do anyway.

- Everyone’s well dressed, abso-fuckin-lutely everyone. Compare that to NYC and one is like “what a dump”.

- The fact that London is a melting pot while New York is a Salad Bowl. Know what I mean...There is a lot of intermingling and "friends forever" culture among different ethnic cultures in London (e.g.there are a lot of inter race marriages in the UK).... In the US on the other hand, every race talks and works with the others, but at the end of the day keeps to itself and lives in its own divided pockets of the city.

Sigh...this is suddenly taking a serious and scarily political bent...and one hates getting serious and political, especially both at the same time.

Aight then peoples....off to have me tea, with a cracker and a dash of milk. Bloody well then.