Sunday, December 22, 2013

They are real.......there and reading I hope


(I would like to be discreet about names in the interests of their privacy. Hence names are not mentioned.)
It is not necessary to be over indulgent with readers by discussing personal life and even worse talking about celebrities with whom one has memories linked.  It was a gruelling experience with my husband and my son at Mumbai airport on our way to Bangalore. It was a cold night in December, the flight delayed by 90 minutes. A trolley stacked with with bags, alert about announcements, husband gauging the distance between the boarding desk and the wash room, my son rambling around as if he was at a wedding reception. There I notice a VIP with an entourage, be in Royal Blue tuxedo, free-to-share a toothy smile. Wow, it was Govinda - a top star then. Haste and collision are pals - result: my son collides with an old lady.......she stares and mutters (could have been a shriek if on the road).

Celebritydom an imposed status

There have been many such instances but it would be wise not to notice such scrapes (encounters). How many times will that celebrity think of you? Come to think of celebrities, nowadays even well-placed relatives and friends turn a nose on noticing you (very symbolic of snootiness). Hope that nose stiffens like the leaning tower of P(a)isa. That reminds me of a second (?) cousin, on being seconded (recommended) by my father that he should be welcomed to Mumbai. After all he has become a top bureaucrat (IFS) on a Bharat Darshan tour to Mumbai (one of the stops). The man refused a south Indian snack at a small Udupi restaurant behind the University. Why? He must hurry for a haircut at the Taj(salon). I thought people went to the Taj for a five-star meal. Nothing more was heard of him except he is now with an international body pruning and preening for another audience, but must admit he is an intellectual. Name? Forget it! Maybe in my next blog.

Just a quick line for an editor of a Delhi weekly, such a quiet puss (if he is the same person) when he worked at Resham Bhavan, Churchgate. Even now he is QUIET. That explains the vacuum between us. Chatterboxes are magnetic to me.

MP turned MLA turned State Minister

A son of the soil, lawyer in the making but the newly laid turf for politics after 1947 made him an opportunist of sorts. He grappled with politics as a student leader, belonged to an illustrious family, opposed by his father for chucking a legal career. All said and done, he was twice elected to Parliament. Once the skin grows politically, it is difficult to peel it off. He belonged to the Left party so did not amass much wealth. This was how politics entered the family 'round table' which was hardly boring. But none other than the above-mentioned uncle entered politics. Other professions were more demanding and challenging.

Habitat evolves living style

Yes, to quite an extent, but living in Lajpatnagar, Delhi for a few years did evolve a new lifestyle. I did learn about Punjabi culture from students who came home to study. Quite an assorted bunch, every lively but less studious. Affluence and lethargy went hand-in-hand. The more recent and striking experience was Mehak who bagged a role in Sixteen. She vaguely resembles Katrina. Her skill in learning French was funny, she jotted French pronunciation in Hindi. Her Hindi abounded in flaws, so in short, laughable.  The Almighty has created variety to enjoy and my students were both exemplary and disappointing so it was fun.


Sunday, December 15, 2013

Coffee with Rancour

The compulsive drinker of coffee does assimilate quite a good percentage of rancour. Especially if one is exposed to hostile weather conditions the caffeine content does induce a 'deviant' kick which to some is soothing to the 'other' some motivates to work (exercises muscles). There is no obvious stimulant for the brain as is imagined by some experts.

Honestly the three distinct types of coffee drinkers are either dull or over-excited.

Type A > Keeps prodding or plodding over a familiar work with rigour

Type B > Loves to smile and gush with idle chat with stunning expressions

Type C > a 'Zombie' who attains a morose look but likes the rumble in the tummy


Do I like the drink?

Since college days to my early years of marriage, coffee always stood out as a better option to other drinks. Well, tea, soft drinks, cocktails, mocktails etc were never so alluring. Hard drinks were avoided for the simple reason that they entail beastliness that is unforgivable. Gradually, the 'better option' loses lustre for the simple reason that it is taxing on the bladder. At least two litres of plain water is required to flush out coffee. No exaggeration it is proven that coffee creates this natural urge to consume water which does support dehydration, so best suited for tropical climate.

Thirst for coffee hardly quenches

I always felt that is an adult drink but when I turned to consume it in adulthood, it left only bitterness at the back of the tongue. How can something bitter be soothing? The coffee seeds in every sapling are the most demanding of plants - a waterprint study shows it requires 140 litres of water to bring one cup of coffee to your table! Besides the cool climate and slopy terrain this sapling consumes more gallons of water compared to its poor cousin - tea -  which consumes merely 35 litres of water. So, do you feel that excessive thirst after a good cup of coffee. That explains.

Say no to coffee ....you will feel better

Never has a day gone dissatisfied without coffee. It is almost a decade and a half without coffee and I do feel better. However, I do indulge in a cup or two of tea.

Reverting to the 'rancour' that is generated in coffee drinkers is well-observed and above all a dissipated longing that fills the gap when the drinker craves for that cup of 'rancour'.

Rancour or no, a piece of advice which should not run like water over a duck's back. Coffee is avoidable.

PS: Can see CCD chasing me to Hades. 

Thursday, December 12, 2013

Brush with Politicians / Celebrities ....can be memorable

Those were the days of internship with a prominent daily in Mumbai. It still is, as charted by popular standards.It would be wise to avoid names but then they respected some principles of life. Journalists formed lobbies in the corridors of power backed by money bags. We (interns) were so naive to discern money bags and chamchas (lobbyists).

The umpteen pressers attended were low profile or insignficant and that whether the reports would see the next day's sunrise. But then these reports most of the time were buried or shelved. Sad no coffins were needed.Once I had the fortune to attend a presser called by the then CM at his conference room. He rolled his eyes to see a young lady like me with a notepad and eagerly waiting to put in a question in Marathi. Of course my senior reporter introduced me to him .....'Intern aahay'.  Then the CM says Hmm and proceeds with his utterances quickly. A man of few words / sentences. Reporters all alert with ears pricked. On his way out he walks briskly towards me and smiles with a quick line - Sahi Sahi Lihaa....means present facts correctly. I nodded as if I was showered with gifts galore. It was good to interact with politicians then.

Industrialist ....an odd encounter.

Attended a presser and was in a hurry to reach the newspaper office but Lo, I gate-crashed with a Marwari 'rich man' near the lift. His secretary and chauffeur in tow. How dare the liftman stop me from taking the lift (SNDT Building - Marine Lines) 'Nahi Nahi Saheb Pehle'..............(I was stopped). The lift looked spacious enough to accommodate me, then why? The Marwari gentleman was kind enough to call me into the lift. Asked me who I was. Smiled and kept mum. Who was he? Mr Ramnath Goenka. Such dignity and gravity at such an age contrary to public opinion that he was brash and outspoken.

Fortunate to watch & talk to fortunate souls ?

Anita worked with the sales clan of a jeweller (TBZ @ Oberoi Towers).She was smart, chubby and ever-smiling.A co-commuter on the Churcugate-Borivili local at 9.15 a.m.She often narrated her fortune with elan of having met all filmstars or celebrities at her shop. Diamonds,gold and precious stones were the wares she dealt with but she feasted on the looks(filmstars) and words that dropped from her clients.We listened to her blah-blah that went on and on"....Hema Malini only bought diamonds...Jaya Bachchan the only client who bought black pearls....etc"So what? Well, that was not I waited for, whether there was an odd snippet to talk of ...None...just looks, haughtiness, snappy orders...This sums up celebrities.


AAP man will not bear apmaan

If only popular persons wouldn't throw tantrums, the world would be a better place to live in.A recently turned popular politician? activist? dogmatist? Arvind Kejriwal is one person I would like to meet and get a handshake. Of course it cannot be compared to the R.Castro and B.Obama handshake. Because I am apolitical.