I *heart* Bombay (and well..Boston)

I'm urban..in the way other people are mountain-people or tunafish junkies. I love city life...something about dreary concrete blocks and grumpy people totally gets my juices flowing. Ergo, this will be a blog about me, my two favourite cities (Bombay and Boston), my addiction to Vietnamese coffee and my views on Gregorian chant and it's efficacy in curing some types of tympannic membrane rupture. Enjoy!

Monday, September 05, 2005

Weekend in Pune

I spent a very enjoyable weekend in Pune and Lonavla shopping, eating and hanging out with friends. Bought *chatai chappals*, Shrewsbury biscuits and ginger snaps..and felt very Bombay-superior the whole time. Honestly, our dress sense is so much different from theirs....and we're only 200 km away!

I went to the Gay Pune party as well..boy! How different was that compared to the mayhem in Bombay. For a change there were only like 70 people there...it almost felt like an intimate party with friends. And it didn't hurt that I was the most attractive one there (OK I kid, I was like the third most attractive guy there). What amazed me was how aggressive the Puneris were in coming up to you..makes such a welcome change from the wallflowers/attitude-wallahs in Bombay. I was having a great time dancing (an uncrowded dance floor? MY DREAM!) with friends from Bombay and I had like 3 guys come up to me one after the other. Then again, they made me laugh so hard, I spilt my drink done one guys pants. Laugh..not at them, but at their approach (though full marks to them for trying..that's more than I could have/would have ever done).

The basic approach was "Hi, are you from Pune? No? Oh, Bombay! Nice. Well, I like kissing and body sex. Do you want to do it in your car or in your hotel?". Short and to the point. Nice I guess, sure beats all the co-ordinating, mindless chatter and glazed looks on dates.
Sadly for them, that's exactly what I'm looking for. Dates. And the approach really tickled me. I just had to laugh. And spill my drink, and then drink some more..till I found myself back in my hotel room (alone!) in a happy buzzed state.

But strangely, I felt awesome. I felt so free outside Bombay...didn't have to worry about what to say to whom, about who you offend, about who's toes are very steppable, about who's interests are out of bounds etc. Plus, I felt good that I'm still *in the market* and *approachable* (2 words that I heard a lot of from my friends this weekend). And I bought Shrewsbury biscuits! When I have those, who needs a lover?

In related news: I was spotted wearing my *kaala chashma* reading Vol. 4 of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire (and you thought I was kidding when I said I bought that?) at Cafe Coffee Day. By someone who was doing the eye-flirt thing. You know, the one where you stare at the other person till he catches you doing that and then look away and smile mysteriously. I caught him doing that, smiled back and turned the page. He waited for about 10 minutes (hopefully?) and then left.

Oh my God. What was I thinking? I picked the campaigns of Belisarius in Italy over coffee with a (medium) hottie?? I am now officially old-maid material. The kind who sits at a sewing machine (Singer brand preferably) making nappies for nephews/nieces yet unborn.
Still, as I'm sewing I can always relish the fact that I still have 3 more volumes of the book to go through...and then all 38 Volumes of the Enclyclopaeidia Brittanica await my reading pleasure. Now where was I? Ah yes, the Eunuch Narses takes over command of the Imperial Legion Victoria Felix...

Current Music:
Dessine-moi un mouton - Mylene Farmer.

(I think I'm going to be French for a while. I promised V. I'd watch Ozon's Huit Femmes with him again. *hums "Pa-pa-pa-pa-papa, t'es plus dans l'coup papa....."*)


  • At 3:51 AM, Blogger anydamnguy said…

    Please, u dont have to read the encyclopedia. Life isnt that bad yet.

  • At 11:38 AM, Blogger F-cubed said…

    Hey there!

    You went to Pune and all you brought back was Shrewsbury biscuits - Sounds like a bad t-shirt slogan.

    Shrewsbury biscuits are just the tip of the Irani food-fiesta iceberg. The real diamonds are the Brazil-nuts and the ginger (Hey Baawas even make ginger into an aerated drink) biscuits.

    And of course there is "Just Baked" located very close to the Ruby Hall Clinic so that it is easy to check in and repair the damages of over-indulgence


  • At 8:01 AM, Anonymous closetalk said…

    ahem, ahem... yes, i heard dat u had a great time at pune. someone i slept with knows someone u met at the pune thingy. (and u were asking whether de world was a small place?)
    horrible to think dat pune bpys haven't polished their come-on lines as yet. and here i was planning to hit the p-scene two weeks later myself!

  • At 11:08 PM, Blogger Geetanjali said…

    "And I bought Shrewsbury biscuits! When I have those, who needs a lover?"

    LOL reminded me of this one time my frnd said to me very seriously "Good food is better than good sex" I din't quite know how to react!

  • At 11:08 PM, Blogger Geetanjali said…

    Did you the Kaju biscuits frm City Bakery - they are scrumpilicious!

  • At 12:04 AM, Anonymous kestrel said…

    out of town boys cane be fun..especially if u dont end up liking them...You can always run back...

    and naah biscuits arent better than sex...maybe butter chicken is..sometimes..

  • At 7:46 PM, Blogger Toni said…

    Show me a sweater you've knitted and I can tell you if you've reached old-maid-dom yet :P

    I am quite skilled at sitting in a crowed bar, surrounded by potential "dates" and staring intently at my laptop. Completely oblivious to the world around me as I sip on a cold microbrew. Being at my UN-approachable best, if anyone dared speak to me, I would almost have to reward them with at least a moment of my precious time.

  • At 10:50 AM, Blogger Archster said…

    its been far too long! Blog looks different from the previous one, yes? I went n scrapped in your scrapbook on orkut. Scrapped sounds nasty. (*note to self: find better word to use*)

    (btw... you had better remember me from the orkut days posting all over the India community n all)

  • At 4:39 PM, Anonymous Balaji said…

    Any plans of coming saat samundar par ?

  • At 11:47 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    hmm... Well Mr. Vikster, my boyfriend is a fan of yours and doesn't stop telling me what you do and what you don't. The more he pesters, the more inquisitive I get. So finally, today I decided to seek knowledge and stumbled upon your blog to check out 'aakhir is ladke mein aisa kya hai.. (nemka kaay aahe?)..' I think I got the answer. Oh and I've decided to try the French Fries thing too !

  • At 5:01 AM, Blogger Vikster said…

    My favourite food/sex analogy.

    Bad sex is like bad pizza. In the end, it's still pizza!


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