WP: following is a primordial action

me: nah

WP: esp, if its for a pair of ass

me: haha

WP: oh cummon

you know you re gonna meet hi,

him

dont make it heavy by thinking you wont see him again

fucken hell you will

and cut the hell and there you go

Dude. You have to come back and get on my time again. It's just not fucken fair.

I am a poor wayfaring stranger

While journeying through this world of woe;
And there's no sickness, toil nor danger
In that bright land to which I go.

Or so I think. Anyway. I've been feeling a winter, as good as you can feel a winter here in Bombay, lurking around somewhere. The leaves are browning, the dogs are dusty and the mosquitoes have declared war. It'll be weird not coming back to this office again. But honestly, it doesn't matter. It's just another goodbye in a whole list of goodbyes.

Anyway. I have a cold that has been with me since the 15th of October. It should seriously go now. Also, I haven't been doing much for the wedding. I think I should get to it now.

Does anyone even read this anymore?

You know what? I have come to realise that, I like my job very much. I like the running around, the long sweaty shoots, the long nights of putting it all together..... I like it. I like it very, very much and I'm stronger for it. It's just the waiting I don't like. The rest, I can deal with.

But for now, I am pretty excited about going home. Doing a rediscovery thing et al. Travel. Be a little more health conscious. Listen to more electronica, which I am slowly really starting to like. Gate crash the Scorsese thing next door. Finish all the books and films I've been hoarding. Find new people to hang with in Cal. Shoot a short. Find a nice boy to make out with. Haha. And the wedding. Oh yes, the wedding.

Okay now I must enjoy my free Sunday. Bye.

Bejeche Gache Kokhon, sheh telephone

I didn’t go to work today. Partly because I was sick, partly because I didn’t give a damn. Anyway, I am alone at home in skimpy clothes listening to Bhindeshi Tara and Ferari Mon and Mon Re in loop.

This has been a bluesy Pujo. I don’t really miss anything, feel anything. Maybe I miss being a kid, but that’s about it. I know being in Calcutta wouldn’t change anything. If anything, it would make me sadder, because I’d think of how wonderful it all used to be. I also have a horrible cold which doesn’t allow me to taste anything or smoke anything. What a complete waste.
I miss the language. When I listen to Anindyo Chattapadhya’s lyrics, I remember the language and it’s comforting and also depressing.

Amar raat jaga tara

(My star, who lies awake at night)

Tomar akaash chhoya bari

(Your home touches the skies)

Aami payi na chhute tomaye

(I cannot reach up to you)

Amar akla lage bhari

(And I feel very lonely)

Okay that was a horrible translation. So much is lost. Sigh.

Doesn't sneezing give you a high?

So I am randomly sneezing now and listening to Paban Das Baul - only this one awesome song, which somehow, I get the feeling, nobody else likes.

I forgot to mention it here, but I sort of put in my papers (again!) - and it was scary but liberating. And not in a way where I wash my hands off all responsibility, but in a way where I really take a leap of faith and do wonderful things. I'm excited. But who knows these things, right?

I came home early today and watched two completely differently movies. Before that I saw HWIM, and I loved this episode because it was about New York, and to me, New York is like Bombay. But never mind all that.

The first one was 17 Again and the second one A Serious Man.

17 Again reminded me of Never Been Kissed (which for some reason is a cult favourite - okay, our cult). I always thought I'd be irritated by Zac Efron because he just seems like the sort who'd do back flips if you asked him to do his homework, but he wasn't. He was quite nice and he danced only twice I think. And I love Matthew Perry, so I thought what the heck. I really liked it. It was goofy and warm and quite watchable.

The Coen brothers are awesome. I've loved all their movies. But I'm not sure what exactly to make of A Serious Man. I couldn't help wondering if they were really being clever or pretending to be. It was engaging. It was dark. It was funny. The acting was superb. The cinematography, production design - all of it awesome. But...you know...I'm just. not. sure. Maybe that's the point. Who knows?

shob diye jar

shob kere nao

Tar to prane shoy na

Tomar dil ki doya hoy na?

Today is Mahalaya. I heard it on Youtube. Wow.

I miss being a kid during this time. Somehow, Pujo always reminds me of the best of times as a kid. Even though I know nostalgia distorts everything. Let it.

I'm listening to Hey There Delilah on loop, and I can't help thinking - I wish I had heard this when I was younger, in college. It's so full of hope.

Today I'm walking around with a fake gold medal. Today I'm happy you remember me. Today I'm thinking of pushing all boundaries. Today I am in denial like all the rest.

A thousand miles seems pretty far

But they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way