Lazy bijnessmen and long walks.

April 08 2007

Amaa yaar, mein pareshan ho gaya. Badi takalluf mein daal diya hai nawabi style wale in dukandaron ne.

The keyboard cable of my desktop was as helpless under the heavy handling of ‘Safe’xpress as a bollywood heroine in the garage of Shakti Kapoor. Bebas. Laachaar. And the nearest computer shopwalla guy refuses to solve the issue expediently. Till then, I am sharpening my skills in Solitaire and Minesweeper. And resolving channel conflicts at home. And spending a crazy amount of time surfing through channels without watching them. And so on.

I like to go on long walks [in the background: zindagiiiiiiii, kaisi hai paheli haiye….]. To counter the attack of the forces of boredom, I went on a walking spree this evening. Mom claims it must have been six kilometers while I only attach a more modest four kilometer tag to it. I had almost reached the point where they say, “Thank you for your visit to Lucknow” when I saw another hoarding which read “Ghar per log aapka intezar kar rahe hain”.

But try it once if you have never done it. Stop wondering about where you are going. Not advisable if you often forget the way back from your toilet to kitchen. But otherwise, it is fun. Just walking, without concerns, time limit or destination. Brisk walking, almost to the point where the only pedestrians who overtake you are chain snatchers. Tiring, stiffening your calf muscles, but not painful. The advantage of being alone on such a walk is that it makes the task of tackling the traffic easier, especially if you are traversing through the narrow roads of old Lucknow. As Strato once said, you can’t help some people who will pop up by your side. Never mind. But yeah, unless you are my better half, do it alone. Oops.

Ridiculous. That is how I greet the notion that fresh, raw oysters, sprinkled with salt and pepper could be a delicacy. Let the channels show famous connoisseurs of dining and wining eat with relish oysters, new-born crocodiles, fish eyes and ostrich organs. Doesn’t matter if ‘refined’ people call me lacking in taste. I am content with calling Catwoman the woman without substance. Except in some places.

From the movie Inteha:

Dhalne lagi hai raat, koi baat keejiye

Kat jayegi yeh raat, koi baat keejiye

Hai zindagi ka sath, koi baat keejiye

Kat jayegi yeh raat, koi baat keejiye

Jane tanhayee, humse kya keh rahi hai

Dil ki gehrayee, humse kya keh rahi hai

Ek ek pal ke saath, koi baat keejiye

Ban ker rahegi baat, koi baat keejiye ...

Summary: koi baat keejiye.