Thursday, October 11, 2007

Lives Entangled

Wayward lives, like strands of unruly hair, sometimes get entangled with each other.

Caressing at first and then angrily cross with each other, they weave in and out of themselves. Struggling to sometimes meet passionately; at other times, part in pain. Tangled knots that know not what they want.

The cleansing of a life is never as easy as a gentle shampoo and blow-dry job at the nearby salon. Instead, it needs shears to wipe away the tears.

Some places are meant to be cherished for the memories they hold. Of a love missed, a new love discovered; years later, a flame kindled and then snuffed with a slap. Places like these are best left alone – for, even memories get all twisted and then tug at each other.

Some emotions should never be exhumed.

When words and feelings go awry, it’s not just the head that goes into a vertigo-like spin, trying in vain to pull away from the whirlpool-like vortex of a past one never knew but only nightmarishly imagined in fragments through the memories of a life interrupted.

Lead one life my friend, wear just the mask you were born with. Every other is an illusion, a mistress of our times.

(And watch the time they call ‘happy hours’. Sometimes they can be neither happy, nor ’ours.)

Cheers.

Thursday, October 04, 2007

Dry Day

October 2nd, Mumbai.

A dry day. Mahatma Gandhi's birth anniversary. All liquor shops closed (Indiawide). No alcohol being served in any restaurant, pub or hotel (regardless of the number of stars it boasts).

Correction: no alcohol being served to Indians in any of these places. But foreigners are welcome - as always in this land of double-truth.

So, to drink a beer on this venerated day, you need a non-Indian passport or a non-Indian friend.

This happened at Taj Land's End, Bandra.

Cut to Goa Portugesa, Mahim.

Could the fenny-loving Goans be kept away from the tipple even if it's Gandhiji's anniversary?

Try ordering some spicy non-veg coastal cuisine (this, for some inexplicable reason, is not banned on October 2nd). Ask the waiter quietly for a drink.

No passports required... you'll get anything you want masquerading as a mocktail (except beer which can't be camouflaged) and will be billed for soft drinks. You can't clink glasses and say "Cheers" though.

Could it be so because India still scores low on the alcohol consumption chart of the world?

Or is it because we're still experimenting with the truth?