Tuesday, April 27, 2010


You come to realise that you've been wandering in the same circles for way too long when you bump into someone who sleeps at midnight sharp and think them to be a breath of fresh air.

On the other hand, what if they turn into a pumpkin post?

Thursday, April 22, 2010

No Chewing

I assume that right at this moment, the Universe is having a really good time in bed, when all I want is for it to swallow me up. Whole. Minus any chewing.


Your incompetence brings out the pyromaniac in me.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

No Can Do

'Profanity is the linguistic crutch of the inarticulate mother f***er'

The inability to speak without taking refuge in expletives when stark raving mad was one of my worst fears.
Of course, this was till I learned how to make laughing, frowning or smiling sheepishly (in that order) my first response to almost every thing.

Monday, April 19, 2010


I evaluate how important someone is to me by:
a. The number of books I'm willing to lend them
b. The number of books I'm willing to buy them
c. The authors I introduce them to


It really sucks that sometimes you need more strength to deal with someone else's past than you do to deal with your own.


You can raise your voice, your words and dahlias,
While I unknowingly raise hell.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Post-it Face

Over the course of time you meet people who'll help you get comfortable with the person you really are.

The kind that will help you settle in with yourself.
The kind that help you make peace with the fact that you're relentlessly rude, have horrid comic timing and won't share dessert.
The kind that count running around the hostel at 4AM shouting 'pisaab pisaab pisaab' as one of your greatest achievements.

And the kind that won't bat an eyelid when you tell them you'd like to spend a day walking around looking like this.

But, instead, volunteer to help choose the most colourful post it’s for your face, find you a hat and pair of glasses and not embarrass (ok, maybe a little, but laugh it off anyway) while leading you through Phoenix Mills on a crowded Sunday looking like strange.

I found most of mine over the last three years.

And, what a round about way of saying that, no?

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Thursday, April 8, 2010

Shoes for Schmooze

What started with a face worth a graphic novel has now come to be sustained endorsement on a set of hyper groovy feet.

Siddis a stubborn Taurian who wouldn't budge from what he wanted on his first pair of canvas shoes.
I negotiated but in vain. When I was done, as it turned out, he really liked them but I didn’t.
But, this also meant that I had the freedom to do whatever I wanted on the second pair.

So I did.

This time, I liked how the shoes turned out but haven’t seen him wear them out in public just yet... probably because the guy on the shoe looks a little like Vasu, unintentionally though.
However, more shoes mean more schmooze.
And schmooze means more people wearing my work.

Love, love, love.

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Riyaz Bhai from Saantacruz

Riyaz bhai is an exceptional man
Who wakes up at ungodly hours
To dress like a million bucks
And smell of 'attar'
To drive a rented Innova
And treat it like a Chevy

Riyaz bhai is a modest entertainer
Who knows how to make conversation
With a group of six groggy women
Be it six am, pm or noon
And knows when to shut up
To let the conversation venture
Into discussions from the class room

Riyaz bhai is a helping assistant
Having driven Sanjay Dutt's car, i think,
And eaten Five Star food at film shoots
'Itnee baar itnee baar'

Riyaz Bhai is a great 'kauntact' point
Because he has 'contacts' in production
And can get you a job on set
With some of the 'bessht' film 'isstaars'

And Riyaz bhai is an exceptional driver person
To have allowed us to trash his car
With greasy McD food
While he dedicated his day
To chauffeuring us to Pune
And back

Want someone to drive you?
Call Riyaz bhai today.

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

If it's an Ex, it must be Breakfast

Of all the meals there are, breakfast dates are best suited to catch up with exes.
By and large, I'm not a big fan of 'meeting up' with past boyfriends. There is a reason why they're in the past, right?
However, sometimes, if you dated someone who was still pretty stellar at being pushy or you still hadn’t mustered the courage to say 'no' or perhaps if you just couldn’t squirm your way out of the impending awkwardness any longer, choose to meet over breakfast.

Here is why.

Firstly, most places that offer breakfast do a fairly decent job, whether it’s the bun maska and chai at Kyani and Co. or bacon and eggs at Crepe Station. That way, no matter how things are on the outside, on the inside, your stomach's going to be happy.

Secondly, if it's not going well, you can zone out, do the occasional nod, repeat, “Oh yeah! I get what you're saying” thrice then insist you have to rush to work. On the flipside, if it's going well, you can eat at peace, order some more honey toast with a side of stupid old stories and call in late for work.

Thirdly, and most importantly, breakfast comes with a start and end time.
It is assumed that no two people who once dated will take grand efforts to meet each other. Then there’s always the ‘I should be a little late’. This means that scheduled times are always pushed back by half an hour. To top it off there's work at the back of your mind and a ticking watch on your wrist that reminds you of the job you so hate but must report to.

And finally, the chances of you calling in sick at work and choosing to spend breakfast, lunch and dinner with an ex are close to zilch. Largely because, if you did so, on a personal level you'd spend the next few weeks or months second guessing yourself, on a public level, you'd be giddy with embarrassment if anyone found out, and all in all, in the long run, you know you'd just regret the colossal waste of a good day.

Be wise. Do breakfast.

Monday, April 5, 2010


we are tools
we love tool
we design tools
to make websites look cool

Sent at 7:17 PM on Monday over gchat to SuedeSu while ideating for tools of the web 2.0 kind

Friday, April 2, 2010

Aeropord Review from the Argivez

Ripping off the review I wrote for Indiecision, my other workplace, about a month ago.
'Airport' performed at Zenzi Mills last night and sounded much better. However, they're quite perfectly fabulous in the absence of a vocalist as well.


With a typical stage set up for a quintet, lots of great looking groupies female supporters in attendance, a tight set and songs in Hindi, you’re sure to get everyone’s attention, despite the absence of a ghodi!

Singer-songwriter Arijit Datta’s new venture Airport played at Bonobo, Mumbai on Sunday, February 21. The five-piece (officially four-piece) Hindi rock outfit sees Datta come together with guitarist Vinay Lobo (The Vinyls, Nikhil D’Souza), bassist Amit Ahuja (Sridhar/Thayil), drummer Sidd Coutto (Zero, Helga’s Fun Castle, Tough on Tobacco) and keyboardist Jonathan Paul (Something Relevant, The Pulp Society). A band teeming with some of the most well established musicians on the indie circuit, all masters of their turf, promises at least a fun show and tight sound – which in this case was executed without much fuss.

Opening with the much requested ‘Raat’ (which also served as the evening’s encore) the bulk of the band’s set skirted rock-pop with a smattering of blues. A few songs like ‘Baatein’ attempted being anthemic, and almost got there. Make no mistake, this is easily-digestible easy listening.

Drawing from simple stories of life, love and general musings, Datta’s lyrics are powerful and certainly poetic enough to speak volumes about his abilities as a songwriter.

The band’s sometimes groovy, sometimes mellow set proved that Airport has come a fair way from its first performance back in December – one that was held at relatively smaller suburban venue and attended by loyal friends, family and a camera crew. While the latter was true this time as well, the band didn’t disappoint.

Despite the fact that this was only their sophomore performance (Datta made up for lax stage presence with a rambling thank you speech towards the end), it’s safe to say that the Airport guys seem like they’re almost ready for takeoff.


Photo Credit: Joy Datta