Last week was so hec­tic that at times I had these out-of-body expe­ri­ences where I looked at myself doing sev­eral things at once and think­ing of twice as much and feel­ing rather sorry for myself. And added to that a headache that started some­where around Mon­day and kept plagu­ing me at inter­vals of time dur­ing the week like I needed a reminder that I had one : a head I mean : not a headache. 

Deki’s baby con­tin­ues to get cuter every­time I see her. She was a total doll when she was born and I swear, I have not seen a cuter baby. And thanks for all that Bailey’s Irish Cream last Sun­day, Deki :)

We had to say good­bye to Arnab last week, and we went to Samark­hand to cel­e­brate the occa­sion. (Just kid­ding, pest!). I heard of the pre­co­cious Arnab Nandi when he had come up with idya.net (which he even­tu­ally sold for undis­closed mil­lions and has stashed away in Swiss bank ;) and he was in Delhi at that time. I kept in touch with him via email and we finally met at Just Around the Cor­ner on this fate­ful day when he came to Mum­bai! I think he even treated me to a dessert, which is say­ing quite a lot since he refused to buy me even a cof­fee here. 

Some­time this year, I got an email from Mr Nandi say­ing he was soon com­ing to this city so we bet­ter watch out. Since my expo­sure to Mr Nandi was lim­ited to that one meal, I had quite a good impres­sion of the boy. Much to my dis­may, Mr Nandi turned to be a quite a pest (as I dis­cov­ered dur­ing a camp­ing trip a few months ago) and tends to remem­ber his mum a lot in these sit­u­a­tions. But I think his foray into the out­side world (read: Amrica) will teach him a few lessons yet ;0) So Mr Nandi, here’s hop­ing to catch up with you some­where again soon! I can’t believe I am say­ing this, but we will miss you :)

Another blog­ger to meet : this time it was Charu who was pass­ing time in Ban­ga­lore as she was not able to get back to Mum­bai because of the rains. We spent an evening at Shiok (where else?!) where Mad­man plied us with some food and amaz­ing orange liqueur. Suman was expect­ing some­one with a mous­tache and was speech­less for a bit when Charu turned out to be a ‘she’!

On Fri­day, I thought I’d set­tle into what I call “my wast­ing away in the couch” days, and was all pre­pared to spend some time with the cat, when I got a call from the lovely Ms Shibs and the charm­ing Mr Z. Plans were hatched quickly and we went to this rather nice pub in Forum called Firaangi Paani.

If you haven’t tried it yet, it’s quite a decently done up place and worth a visit. The music they played that day was really good : all old rock and roll num­bers. And they did won­ders to my rather low spir­its at the end of the week. A few folks a table away were hav­ing a mighty good time and espe­cially one waif-like girl who was danc­ing with sev­eral of the men at the same time. I don’t know how she got to be so thin, but I def­i­nitely wanted! (what she was hav­ing, I mean ;). A spe­cial thank you to both Z and S for being such sweet­hearts though it will be a while before I for­give both of you for what fol­lowed. (Revenge is in the off­ing, Ms S).

After crash­ing at about 3 am in the morn­ing, we were up at 6.30 am and had to rush across half the coun­try­side to reach MG Road. We had bravely enrolled for the Ban­ga­lore Walk on Sat­ur­day morn­ing. We barely made it but that is the sub­ject of my next post…