The Smell of Winter

Have you seen it in you? May be not. But one can associate smells with phases in life. Like Biore reminds me of school days – syncopation, black velvet, abba, A.V. Room, cords and mikes. And the smell of mutton –  the bad sleezy smell you only get in our college- of cribbing even before exams at my real home on the fifth floor.  Bad booze, of Outlawed. Dhoop, of the girl who lived in 306, and played secret smile before every presentation. Neem – the first few days at High Court, when my knuckles hurt as much as  my feet, blacks and whites, and all things that didn’t fit right, and at times still don’t. Cheese – melting cheese of dominoes, tara, getting high on cheese and shallots, fighting over ice cream, and hardly managing to reach in time for attendance in Petro-mining. Strawberry hands n Strawberry knees of night outs at Roxy, lips wet with cosmopolitan, girl talk and  hiccups, partying till we dropped dead, rose cheeked, shoes worn, if Shubho had not already torn them! Coffee to wear out the booze, and creative conversations on how all other girls were complete skanks that night. And Lilies. Lilies of late night strolls, caffeine in my veins, Iris on our lips, and at times unrealizing in our feet too.

The other day I got a whiff of him. But like tides and the sea shore,  I see it come before it goes.

On other things-I simply loved Three Idiots! And yes, I watched it again!! Awesome screenplay, almost no errors in direction, couldn’t have had better casting.  Awesome. Just Awesome.

Shashi Tharoor is again in a mess for saying the truth. He ought to realize he is wasting himself in politics. Better write a few more books, I say!

Wonder who won todays’ match.

I had the most amazing brunch at Diners today. A round of the  fresh, straight-from-the-farm fruits, with water melon juice! Fresh too!! And cheese – a variety of. Chicken salads..Followed by soup and broth. Breads bacon and sausages.. yummm..  and three – three rounds of desserts. Chocolate pudding, with walnuts, well roasted and bitter. With dark chocolate sauce… dreamy.. Then a round of mixed fruit cake.. yes reminds me of Kookie Jar trips.. and then the divine.. Divine Dark wine Mousse.  Hmm.. Nice.

Fortune Cookies

There is an awesome restaurant in Noida for chinese, Fortune Cookie. I haven’t been there is a while, but nothing beats their diced chicken! Yumm.. And they have this custom of serving you fortune cookies at the end of the meal. This was the part I used to look forward to the most. A tiny bit of paper, your future it holds. And when you receive advise from an unknown source, you actually take it!!

My office has started to subscribe to all sorts of astro advice.. my intellectual level is 76%. I am presently the smartest around here. .. doesnt say much does it .. damn..

Weekends

Why do I feel that a long awaited weekend lies ahead.. when winter hols only just ended. Work has been fine, the regular flops of litigation, and the ups that just breeze by.

Convocation date is fixed. I am yet to book tickets. Will be gone only for the weekend.. A much deserved desired weekend.. Though I am scared of what it holds..

Winds of change are beckoning, in the far distance a gong is going off. But the time is not right. Not right.

Just finished Lady Chatterlys’ Lover.  I am out of books to read, any suggestions?

Coupling

Can couples co-exist after a while? I believe, everything can be good, wonderful actually given its shortness of longevity. You might like coffee, it could be your very favourite, but may be, may be it makes more sense to have ginger lemon tea more often instead. You could write a novel and be famous, but till then you might need to carry on as a lawyer/doctor/ plumber, I don’t know!

Can you wake up to the same face all your life? Some people agree to, very willingly. I saw that myself, for the first time, and I felt it was the most right thing to do. But I won’t agree about any one else.  Its so easy, comfortable, meaningful to talk about how two friends should not be together. I know they shouldn’t, because she could do better, and may be he is a scumbag, or the reverse. But its almost always the case.

I still believe, apart from finances, there is no real cause to marry. But that too is not a fair judgment. For won’t you have double the birthdays and anniversaries to attend? Isn’t a dog a better substitute. May be a stuffed animal?

Your whole damned life?!

When you are 80, you both would hardly be able to hear each other, unless you are lucky. That’s the time you need compassion the most, as you are already always complaining of extreme though non-existent ill-treatment. When you are 70, you might not be going out too much, and be sick of the others face. You might not be going out much and that could be because you always already have company. When you are 60, one of you can’t have seedy foods while the other prefers everything sour, so you anyway can’t order a meal and enjoy it too. When you are 50, one of you is probably an alcoholic who needs liver treatment. And the other one a nag. At 40, you’d be worried sick about something, and would hardly be nice to anyone. Thirties… Well, thirties are an all new ball game. You are still young, still beautiful to each other. Probably still not that familiar. But, this too won’t be possible if you stayed together. Every meal, every game. Books. You know everything then. And all you talk about is probably your day. Which has been long already. May be it would be good, if you took separate rooms and all. And tried to catch up when you could. But the rooms I guess would help. May be even change the course I just charted.

Some fool once told me that life is not a couplings’ episode. I say you got to do what you have to, to keep you happy. Have a nice year you all.