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!

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

The perfect Mr. lovah-lovah

Tag...I'm it.

Baldrick (Or is it still Kate/Bob) has very kindly tagged me (Thank you! I was running out of things to write) and wants me to list my Qualities of the Perfect Lover. I also see that Roswitha didn't tag me personally prefering to lump me under the title "Whoever reads my blog". Well, that's all right. I've been called far worse in the recent past. I was just described to a stranger by an aquaintance as "He's one of those.......bloggers". In my best Meena Kumari ishstyle: "main toh mar hi gaya". The venom, the envy, the condescension...I LOVED it!

Anyway, onto the task at hand (aaahhhhh! OK not that task) : Qualities of a perfect lover (A man..since I was asked to list sex of person I was thinking of love-karofying)

1. "My baby, he don't talk sweet
He ain't got much to say
But he loves me, loves me, loves me
I know that he loves me anyway"

I want a guy who knows when he needs to just shut up and listen to me. I talk like ALL the time. So it helps that I find someone who is a lot quieter...but of course, listening to me with rapt attention. I also don't need the "I Love You, Honey, Baby, Baccha, Pappu" type of endearments all the time. A once-when-I-least-expect-it "I love you" is simply the best.

2. "And maybe he don't dress fine
But I don't really mind
'cuz every time he pulls me near
I just wanna cheer:
Let's hear it for the boy

Expensive clothes have never mattered to me. I do like it if he dresses comfortably and appropriately to whatever occasion we're at. A guy who wears a freshly laundered white shirt (NOT one of those cheapo 4-anna ki gentry type muscle Tshirts all the Tom, Dicks and Hariprasads wear at Coffee Day) and tight (Since he's got to have a great arse, the tighter the jeans - the better) blue jeans...Yum.

3. "My baby may not be rich
He's watching every dime
But he loves me loves me loves me,
We always have a real good time."

I don't necessarily want a rich man. Just someone financially independent enough to buy me the occasional book or take me to a movie (I'll pay for the snacks!). Then again, the older I'm getting - the more mercenary I am getting...This bit might change when I hit 30 and want a lover with a house of his own in super-expensive Bombay, or someone who wants to take me to Greece on holiday instead of buying me a second-class ticket to Borivili.
He will/must "love me love me love me" and must be extroverted enough to have a great time whereever he is.. on vacation or at work.

4. "And maybe he sings off key,
But that's all right by me, yeah
But what he does he does so well
Makes me wanna yell"

I love a guy who doesn't care what the world thinks - someone who will get up in front of a crowded bar and belt out a love song to me (I, of course, will be cringing into my martini) ... or someone who'd be just as comfy grabbing me and planting a (very very very good) kiss on my lips.
And of course, he's GOT TO be good in the sack. A perfect lover would take care of business so well that he'd encourage me to get off my lazy arse and match him in stamina, ability or whatever. And yeah, he'd make me wanna yell allright!

In conclusion, ladies and jellyspoons,

Let's hear it for the boy
Oh, let's give the boy a hand
Let's hear it for my baby
You know you gotta understand
Oh, maybe he's no Romeo
But he's my love and one man show
Let's hear it for the boy!

Current music:
Total Eclipse of the heart - Bonnie Tyler

I think I'm in this 80's mood today. Does this mean a trip to Hawaiian Shack is in the offing tonight? I think it's Indian Idol finals today..which means I HAVE TO escape my house and the gawdawful drama that they have on that piece of shit show.


  • At 5:43 AM, Blogger roswitha said…

    Is it just me or did this entry never never never never never show up on your blog like AT ALL?

    I mean, you mentioned me by name and everything!

    And hi. Wuzza?

  • At 6:13 AM, Blogger AllesAufDemWeg said…

    Well the list looks incomplete! Something is missing I donno what! I still feel that the post is not yet written till the end..You have forgotten something to add, have you?!

  • At 11:44 AM, Anonymous out in india said…

    I hate the word lovah. Bad title, great post!

    I have never belted out a love song in a crowded bar but I have kissed him in front of his grand mother. Does that count?


  • At 7:24 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Can one actually define the amalgamation of qualities necessary to satisfy the Vikster's hunger for the perfect lover?

    For one, there is real (or feigned) intelligence

    Second is a round,firm booty you can bounce quarters (sorry chawanis?) off of

    Third is a fascination for those who are well-endowed (male and female),

    Fourth, killer looks, so that while others may TRY to covet, they won't succeed.

    Fifth, accepting Vikster for all his craziness and madness. Even though sometimes he talks like an aunty, thinks about sex like an Uncle (Big S), loves you like a child (but doesn't love children), would tell you to you look bad on your worst day, pick up people at the airport with you, go halfsies on a book with you, invite you out to coffee when he gets a raise, walk out of his way to make sure a female friend gets home, come to dinner parties and incite communal hatred, show you his sexy chuddies, and give you the key to his treasure chest storage unit in Boston; this Vikster knows he has the skills to pay the bills.

    A perfect lover knows everything about him, and disputes none of the same.

    as one who knows.

    MEENU!!:) :)

  • At 9:00 PM, Blogger AllesAufDemWeg said…

    I think Meenu fills in the stuff which I was thinking was missing..! :))

  • At 11:19 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    mmmm Queer As Folk (the Detroit version) has an interesting picturization of the song... so you're still looking for a Brian Kinney... lol

    who isn't...?

  • At 12:07 AM, Blogger Wild Reeds said…

    What about fighting and making up? How would that go.

  • At 1:35 AM, Blogger Vikster said…

    Ros: I dunno too! Missed u in Bombay! Next time ..in Jerusalem?

    AllesKlarHerrKomissar: Hah! And you thought you knew me so well!

    Rupesh: You go girl! Did the grandmom faint? Or applaud? I've had sex with M. a very thin wall away from my folks...so I guess I come close...(and a lot!)

    Meenu: Yeah. What you said. (Though I miss the booties you can throw chavvanis off here in Bombay)

    Anony: QAF is set in Pittsburgh not Detroit. And yes, I have the soundtreack...and the DVDS. You like Brian Kinney? G-d, everyone of those characters makes me cringe!

    Wildreeds: Hmm. Tough call. I almost never fight in a relationship...so I actually wouldn't know!

  • At 9:31 AM, Blogger AllesAufDemWeg said…

    Well I am getting to know you from your blogs till we actually meet the next time. Thats the only way to know whats going on with you, because on yahoo you don't talk at all. You just keep buzzing the window without any messages..! And my post was to make you think.. :) :)

  • At 9:34 AM, Blogger AllesAufDemWeg said…

    If I forgot to compliment, its a nice post :)!

  • At 11:13 AM, Blogger Vijayeta said…

    You obviously have stopped reading my blog! I tagged you on this one like E-O-N-S ago! :(
    Right HERE!

    *Going off to sulk*

  • At 12:46 AM, Blogger anydamnguy said…

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  • At 12:47 AM, Blogger anydamnguy said…

    you forgot to mention abt looks. if you care abt looks or u dont. nice post. hate the word lovah. shaggy fouled it.


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