Last night, I was watching Sex and the City: The Movie (2008), well, for the 42nd time, and of course I drew a parallel. When Carrie Bradshaw’s Vogue Editor talked about “The last single girl” photo shoot featuring Carrie in various designer wedding dresses, me, while sipping my cheap beer (month end plus just quit my cushy job) exclaimed to myself, “Mm hmm, I know exactly what you mean, girl.” Only difference being, she was a 40-year-old bride, and I am 28. But hello? That’s New York and this is Bombay. It’s only fair.
Now if there’s anything that’s exactly like SATC in my life it’s the fact that I lucked out in my girlfriends department. I’ve my own set of Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte, even though they’re physically not here with me in Manhattan aka Mumbai.
The most heartwarming and incredible thing happened right now. On my way back home in the auto, got stuck in traffic and rains. And while on other days, it takes around 100 bucks, today the meter read Rs 194. I was obviously a little irritated since it took way longer than usual for me to reach home. Continue reading
They had met after ages. She had come down to Bombay after almost a year and a half. But it felt like just yesterday. It always feels like just yesterday. They pick up from where they leave it. Each time. Or sometimes, they start afresh.
Smoke. Loud music. Hazy lights.
They were standing in one corner of the club, giggling and guzzling down beer. Her eyes shone like a bright star. The multicolored lights created abstract patterns on her face. He looked into her kaleidoscope eyes. Continue reading
It was pretty much out-of-the-blue. The opportunity. I never win anything. Especially, these online competitions. But, I finally did. I was one of the two lucky winners of a Twitter contest and I won myself a complimentary buffet lunch cum spa in this cozy restaurant called ‘Out of the Blue’ in Bandra. Irony, yes? I know. Continue reading
So, this is one movie that I honestly was looking forward to, for a very long time. You know, the kind of movie you are sure will take your breath away and keep you at the edge of the seat? That. But, I fell flat on my face after watching it. The most disappointing movie of 2012, in my opinion, because I had zero expectations from other flicks, so they were a welcome surprise, like ‘Barfi’ or even a ‘Gangs of Wasseypur’. But I had such tall expectations from Reema Kagti’s ‘Talaash: The answer lies within’, that I was left with a vacuum and felt like a sore thumb.
It was raining incessantly. Bombay rains. They never stop. They are unusually white and misty. It blurs your vision. Makes you dizzy if you stare outside for too long.
I was perched on top of the window seal of my little rented Borivali apartment, and gazing outside. There was a smoke lit up, and I was puffing absent-mindedly. He creased his forehead and gave me a disapproving look and went back to photoshopping photographs on his laptop, as I threw my head back and laughed.
All this looks like just yesterday, when I first shifted to Bombay. Continue reading