The colours of Van Gogh!!!

Mysore skys on a single evening.

The Finger :) :) :)

do I have an eventful life or what.....first it was my screwed up back and the ride to India on a wheelchair........now its my "bloody" finger.........quite literally.

I was moving into my new pad @ Mumbai....the unpacking was getting tiring and I was beginning to sweat real bad....so me went to take off me shirt and ...........bang....... me hand hit the fan.....which needless to say was on full speed :) :)

Now Mumbai has one problem.....yes, just one.....the ceilings are too god damn low....and to top it, when one puts a false ceiling, it gets even lower......so, as I was saying.....the blow created a cut....deep enough for two stitches.

.....now for the cool thing ..... I find it much easier to show some one my finger and get away...... with a sympathy, of all the things.... :) :)

Bald and the Beautiful :) :) :)

I had two options ...... no hair (courtesy dad) or premature grey hair (courtesy mom)......I got the former .......... thank the good lord I didn't get both :)
So now that I am blessed with this sparsely populated foliage over my head, which only seems to be getting thinner every year, I found myself spending considerable amount of time in the departmental stores looking for the right shampoo....you know..... miracle types.
My rommie saw me in one such situation, and being type who has "been there and done that" (he is bald), decided to share his wisdom on hair loss. He said I was in what he describes as the Stage 2 and that as time goes no I shall progress from one stage to the other only to end up with his version of "eternal peace" a.k.a Stage 4.
The stages as he mentioned were:
Stage 1. - Denial
Stage 2. - Trial
Stage 3. - Frustration
Stage 4. - Acceptance
So now with this new found knowledge, I decided save myself the time and the money of Stage 2 and 3. I decided that if its meant to be, so be it. I shall use all the gels in the world, spike up my hair, try and grow it longer than 1.5cm (which has been my hair style for over 7 years)......in one final act of defiance ....go down in a blaze of glory.......... or so in a nutshell, "make hay while the sun shines"
...... and then......... it happened..........
Dove launched a new hair fall control shampoo....I am now 2 weeks into it and yes..........hoping for a miracle !!! : ) :)

The Darjeeling Limited

My first and possibly, the only movie review I'll ever write.

My head is still buzzing with the slow humming music, a tune which can do wonders when drunk:) The movie is ....hmmm....let me think of the right word.....DISTURBED ...and I like it. Its got no beginning and no end. It stops as abruptly as it starts. To be very frank...it stops exactly as it starts.

The story ....I think......... is about 3 brothers in search of their mother in India. They meet each other on a train in India and thats where the story begins. The story takes some crazy twists and turns, including a touching scene where they rescue 2 of the 3 boys from drowning. Thee scene in the village has practically no words spoken, yet leaves u a little moved.

It end with them meeting their mother near the Himalayas, only to return without her. The story end with them running to catch the train again......

I luved the movie and from this review its amply clear....I have no future as a movie critic.....but hey thats y I am an Analyst :) :) :)

Simm"b"ly :)

Just a bunch of snaps I took!!! For no reason what so ever....

....colours of Mumbai in monochrome!!!!

I am back......back to the 7.18 am and the 6.42pm locals, the vada pavs and the cutting chai, to the city with the eternal "frog skin" feeling (courtesy 90% hubidity), to sounds of "pudhe chaala pudha chaala" all day everyday, to the only Indian city that never sleeps ..... yes .......I am back in Mumbai :) :) and this time for good!!!!!!!!!!!