Monday, May 25, 2009

ROOM NO. 603

25/05/09 – Monday (11 pm)
Although I think blogging is more to do with spending your time doing nothing than doing something useful, as in reading a book, or gulping down a bottle of kingfisher strong or to be more generous - spending my time at a coffee house with a hottie… and spending 100 bucks to woo her for a night…
Well, that’s just a joke. I am a good boy and have no such malice intentions in my heart. Actually all this was just a preface to what I want to write. And why I want to write is because my sweetest friend asked me to indulge myself in some noble pursuits to bring back that fire back into my life… In fact to write the truth, my sweetest friend is actually the fire of my life… but I am abstaining myself to the word ‘friend’ because this blog is an open space where others can also peep into my life and read about my special feelings for my sweetest friend.
Anyway, I wouldn’t have got into writing a blog today but just for the insistence of my ‘sweetest’ friend. So this in fact is an ode to her… in fact these days whatever I do is an ode to her.. Well, that’s again a joke.
So, now that I have committed myself to writing this blog…. What will I write? Sure, I have a lot to write… but where to start… let’s start with something interesting. As it is from a bird’s eye view, my entire life is very interesting. Though deep down, I know… well, I know it is really interesting. So the conclusion is, a bird’s eye view or an earthworm’s eye-view…. my life is interesting. And I am proud to have this kind of life.
So to start with, after two years of maddening stay at a mini studio apartment in Mumbai, I now have a house – a 1BHK types with one complete room for me, my privacy and my ‘live-my-life-my-types’ habits. The other room is of course for my roommate (sad but his name is amit… ya true, he is a guy. Although I really wished his name was amita instead of amit with all those things that a girl has, but then this is the curse of being in India). Anyway, lets come back to the topic, as it is my sweetest friend always accuses me of digressing from the man topic everytime I get on to do something.
So this new flat which I am talking about is located in a serene vicinity of Tilaknagar, situated near a tributary of eastern express highway, boasting of its proximity to Chembur (the rk films studio fame, though off late it is more known for its connection with New Bombay – ya I still call it Bombay) and Lokmanya Tilak Terminus (and that’s what gives it the name Tilaknagar).
My flat is one hell of a hotel room with a one big French window in the drawing room and French cut window in the bedroom (French cut??? Oh that’s coz the window is small, as if somebody sitting in the drawing room has just shaved his full masculine beard to a size of a French beard.. ah, forget it, it’s tough to make things clear how I feel when I see the other window).
But this is not it. The entire flooring is 2x2 white tiles which boasts of cleanliness, which comes up as an alien in a bachelors-ruled flat. But that’s how I stay. Just like my sweetest friend, I am also very finicky about cleanliness. By the way, since I am talking about this super cool flat and my sweetest friend is also finding her mention time and again, let me also add as an acknowledgement that I owe this place to my sweetest friend. It was she who showed me this road to possibility which I can sum up as… “If u wants something, that too on your own terms, you can get it. You just have to persist and believe that you can get it.” Thank you for this lesson which will stay with me for years to come.
So coming back to my flat, it’s on the sixth floor, B wing, Sun view apartment. The room numbers is 603 and peep out of the famous French window and you see, well, all high street entities such as Shopper’s Stop, Mc Donalds and of course a world class gym. The gym once again has its own story to tell, to whom I will give permission in the next blog. For now, it’s my flat.
Well, now since I realize that a bottle of beer is already waiting for me in the deep freezer of my landlord’s refrigerator (landlord.. oh, I can write another blog on him,, in short he is a wannabe shiv sena MP, who will perhaps never become one and yes, he looks like an overgrown lizard), so I am losing on my patience towards writing any further.
To sum up, like every 1BHK flat, we have a bathroom, a toilet, a kitchen and some cockroaches, one or two of real lizards, a baby lizard too and to top it all water woes. But I love his place because it is a fruit of labour (well, every flat is a fruit of labour as it is the labours who make it, but here I am using the word ‘labour’ as a verb and not as a noun.) I meant to say my labour… and my sweetest friend’s undying support to my aimless house hunting… And I love this place because it was she who passed it and gave a go ahead to this place. And also because it is huge, it is big for me to smoke and still breathe fresh air. And not bother where the smoke is finding its way as it is finding its way into the open sky… from where the fresh air is continuously pouring itself into my corroded lungs. And apart from all this, it gives me a feeling of home, of peace, of joy and some already beautiful memories.
That’s it for now. I am tired. .. Where is beeeeeeeer……. M coming!!!!