miseducation

listening to lauryn hill again. it's been a whiiile. the last time was way back when i used to listen to compilation albums on casette. and then i saw the name 'lauren hillman' today (probably on twitter)...and just started craving the sound of lauryn hill's voice. if you've watched sister act II you've got it engraved inside your skull forevers. so yeah the miseducation of lauryn hill is beauteous. she's awesome. i cant believe i forgot. and wikipedia says she has 5 chilluns. cool.

anyhoo:

this is lauryn hill.

this is lauren hillman.

sigree dinner

this was going to be a post about how life is a cliche.

was watching 'suburban girl' this daft movie with sarah michelle gellar in. and icky alec baldwin. but anyway. she was blue and there were cds scattered behind her on the floor...setting the blue mood i guess...lots of elliott smith and there she was reading blubber by judy blume. and i've done that. listened to elliott smith on repeat. does everyone?

but now i think it has to be about how awesome my evening was :) dad's friend's son's birthday. didnt realise it was going to be such a big thing. ginormous gaggle of people at this restaurant. anyhoo it was awesome even before we got inside. we were trying to get in the parking...and this car was retardedly going the wrong way on the road...(retarded!!) and suddenly out comes bharath uncle wandering into the road to randomly direct traffic! (asked him about it later...says he does it sometimes. just. directs buses even he said :D)

so yeah we get to the restaurant. say our happy birthdays. and when bharath uncle appears..he's in conversation with dad's friend. and the one who's birthday it was and me were looking on. and bharath uncle turned around and saw me and mid sentence stopped and said 'what a pleasure!' or something to that effect. turned back around and continued with an indecipherable conversation. totally hilarious! ...the evening continued in this manner. uncle was amused with the way i cleared my plate. called it 'professional' :) i am not one of those people who cant take a compliment. i love a good compliment. the odder the better. and one that's truly meant. it gets me. (also i had some 6 gulab jamuns - was that sort of night)

i dig knowing people. i dig knowing the way they are. and anticipating the funny. when someone's prepping to make this dramatic statement. and you know it's coming. that is the best moment.

also also highlight of the evening! bharath uncle and ppl singing happy birthday in sa re ga ma. absolutely classic! how can any present top that? lucky! ..and better yet at the end of the evening. my old piano master commented that uncle went into a minor chord during it :D not done! lolol!

also vasundhara das was at the next table. so pretty! and and more people came up to rishi to ask for pictures and whether he's on fb than even realised she was there i think!

cow in big city

found this yum video yesterday of laura marling and mumford & sons in india. and today's been a bit ridiculously only-in-india like. not so much picturesque as downright mental and hilarious XD

• cow acting mental in the middle of road... attempted humping while crossing :D
• cow carrying leafy branch as face cover in manner of stalker in a cartoon (stalking dog maybe).
• car with a procession of dog stickers on the side. a family of basset hounds.

capitalist cafe

thought: laura marling and siddhartha khosla should work together. that would be fantabulous. imagine the voices. together. mmmmm. *daydreams*

current went. went to shoppers stop. didnt really want to go to a mall. just wanted a nice place to read murakami in (the wind-up bird chronicle). and malls are not nice places. they pretend to be. but in reality have no windows. a building without windows is just crap. hate that feeling of no outside. like there's only the mall. so claustro. drank my coffee facing samsonite bags. :/

no one wants that.

i spy..

my bangalore weekend in people i spied on.

"you want me dont you?" uncle

where: a cafe. uncle was sitting by himself in a corner reading a book with sunglasses on. you just know he carefully considered his attitude/posture/body language to display himself in as a desirable person (initially was attracted to the back of uncle's head... but his face didnt live up to it). he was also discreetly spying on us to pass the time. fair play. he was then temporarily visited by a hot young thing who stayed for a bit and then rode off on her bike. daughter? i think not...

the metrosexual poseurs

where: lunch/poshly restaurant. two fellows who would never fit into divya's chennai hot boy category, REALLY REALLY NO. they are the anti hot boy. firstly theyre probably from bangalore. shorts - good. obama chappals - bad. sunglasses as headband - worse. moisturiser - dubious. eyemakeup? - fuck no! all wrong. plus they made a beeline for the first solitary white boy they could find. ingratiators. it should be a word. also they had pointy gelled hair ><

girl in pink floral dress

where: same. the cutest little girl you ever saw. picturesqueness! short hair, long white dress with little pink flowers and a sash! just wandering about...hopping onto barstools when she felt like it. *sigh* there were loads of cute kids all over that place actually... mostly toddlers and bebes.

the i-spike-my-hair-up-into-a-point posse

where: pub. there were many high school chilluns hanging out at one table. they seemed that young anyway. they seemed normal enough. chilled out. then weird people kept joining the table. hot/bitchy girls. and this lot. identical pointy hair. random bling accessorising their tee ensembles. and they went everywhere together it seemed like.

i think im all that.

where: same. the above gang were later joined by this dude. he is his own category. but there are many like him i am sure. dresses all in black. some sort of beads around the neck for that mystical im a hippie drug lord touch. he think's he knows a guy who knows a guy who'll get you...whatever. he thinks the girls swoon for him. *coughdouchecough* fringe. hair brushed into face. but not in the brit way. thats a more i want it to look like the wind blew it into my eyes look. this is more i have straightened my hair so that my artistic fringe will nicely frame my face. also he'd make a nice austin powers movie extra. but his age probably excuses the vibe...unlike afore mentioned uncle. who has no excuse.

man who stepped out of the beach

where: same. foren man. sitting by self at a side table. with book. and earphones. total paranoia case. caught me trying to sneak a glimpse at the book cover (i always want to know what other people are reading..) and got this look like hidden assassins were after him. other mad beach style tourist types who want him to tell them the location of the beach. or people from the beach who are mad that he told others...

FIN