Imagine having some kind of a button which could shut my system down for a given period. That would mean shutting my mind off all the bad things of the day and cleansing it forever. Going into some sort of a coma and waking up the next day absolutely unaware of the happenings of the previous day. If only my wishes would come true now I would have used that boon today because it was a BAD BAD day for me.
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Fun @ Mocambo
Mummy out of town means party for me. Yesterday I had continental lunch at Cafe Mocambo situated at Fort in south Mumbai. I like experimenting and this proves it. I had continental food for the first time which was an Italian rissoto – rice with american sweet corn and lots of cheese and other stuff. I have forgotten what it’s called. The food was delicious but when I go there next time I am going to order rice with stirred fried mixed vegetables. My colleague Asha ordered the same and it sure looked colourful and delicious. If ever you come to Mumbai please pay a visit to Cafe Mocambo. Day before Aadesh and I went to a restaurant called Urban Tadka which is situated at Thakur Complex in Kandivli. The food was superb and delicious. It was later told to us that showing the TCS ID would have got us a 10% discount. No regrets though.
Ever since I have come back from Nasik I have this thriller story in my mind which I want to write but I can’t seem to get the peace of mind that I need to fulfill it. Neverthless once I complete it I am going to display it here for you guys to rate me as an author :-)
The Day After
48 hours have passed since my birthday but it seems like I am still celebrating it. Yesterday I took some selected few out for lunch and today I distributed some home made chocolates amongst my colleagues in the office. This birthday will go down in history as a very special one I guess. I would hate to believe that this is was my last birthday as a bachelor. But that also means that I will never celebrate it alone :-)
I was supposed to have cut a cake in the office on the 8th. They take contributions from the staff to bring a cake for the birthday guy/gal and all the members gather in the conference room to do the honours. This time there was no such thing arranged for me. It’s delayed I am sure and if not then I hope someone remembers it. I have no memory left of the time I last cut a cake. I must’ve never cut it I am sure with my orthodox grandpa around the house. So I want to cut it now! Amongst the ones who have wished me – belated or otherwise – I thank each one of you for making this day special for me. There were a few individuals who I wanted to be with me on this day but alas! it wasn’t to be.
An interesting incident of today was a phone call from a friend of mine. This friend is special because we talk only on the phone and we have not met for over a year now. She called me today to wish me, totally ignorant about the fact that my birthday is on the 7th and not the 9th. When I revealed the true date I was drawn into a small argument about the veracity of my claim! This was so funny and we both laughed at the same time.
Birthday wishes are still being posted on SurfUnion, my birthday cake has yet to come under the knife and I am still receiving belated calls for wishes. My birthday this year is far from over folks.
Wish Me Today
It’s a joyous occassion for me everytime I wake up on 7th November. It’s my birthday on this day and I strive hard to make it special. Over a period of time I have realised the importance of enjoying this day all by myself. I have some special things lined up like buying a gift for myself. I am still thinking about what I need at this point of time. So wish me goodluck for the coming year :-)
The birthday this year is also unique in one way. I will be celebrating it all alone for the first time. :-)
My Diwali 2005
It has become a routine affair for me and I have sort of given it my full support. I escape from all the cacophony & smoke of Mumbai to my hideout in the tranquil arms of Nasik (pronounced ‘Nashik’ in Marathi). My hideout is an apartment in the outskirts of the pilgrimage city – around 7 kms from the heart – in a secluded sleepy village called Gangapur. It’s a sprawling project called Tulip Eden and the builder told me it has now become known in local circles as ‘Eden Gardens’ (he’s also contemplating changing the name of the project). As long as it has no relation with the sound and spree associated with the cricket ground in Kolkata, I am happy. The only problem that I have found while visiting Nasik is the travelling. It’s difficult to sit on one place for 4 hours and getting sleep is another challenge which I face.