Friday, December 30, 2005



I'm not the biggest fan of the Australian cricket team, but this time, I'm glad they thrashed the South Africans.

Because Graeme Smith is an arrogant bastard. Go on, make disparaging remarks about Shane Warne, who for all his antics, is arguably the best modern day test bowler. In this last test, Smith made 22 and 25, while Warne took 2 and 4 wickets. Talk less and bat more, what?

I had been to a stand-up thing last month (Jim Jeffries, some white dude, at Take Five in Indiranagar), and even that guy had a story about Smith's arrogance. I think it's wiser people earn their stripes before becoming a test captain. He may be a good batsman, but regularly losing captains should think twice before throwing attitude.

My two bits, cos it's MY blog. Ha!

Saturday, December 24, 2005

Some Good 'Drawing'...


Brian Azarello (who created the ultra-cool 100 Bullets, with Eduardo Risso, for the uninitiated) is out with another Vertigo series. It's called 'Loveless', and is a western, set at the fag end of the American Civil War. I've read the first two issues, and it might hold promise. The tagline reads, 'Behind every Bad man, is a Badder Woman'. It tells the tale of one Wes Cutter, an ex-Confederate soldier and his beloved wife, Ruth. Marcelo Frusin's art does it's bit.

Take a look, if you can. Standard themes of revenge, gunslinging, raped women, 'mah land', 'niggahs' et al apply.

Here's a page from Issue 1.

Thursday, December 22, 2005

A Point of View on Bong Women...

This is from a blog by a bong (the kind that grew up in Kolkata, unlike me). Some 'interesting' points of view on bong (and other) women. Additionally interesting is yet another definition of 'nyeka', a word every bong considers undefinable.


Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Monkeyin About...

“So what’re you listening to these days? I’m so tired of rock music” wondered Poo, an erstwhile follower of my listening choices.
“Oh I don’t know, the usual”, I attempted to evade.
“Come now, I don’t believe that”, said Poo, probing as ever.
“Umm, ok, well there’s this band called the Gorillaz”.
“What kind of music is that, then? Rock?
“I don’t know, they sort of monkey about”

Later, when the video for ‘Feel Good Inc’ comes on the telly, I point it out.

“That’s umm…. Hey, there’s some dude rapping”
“Yeah, but Damon Albarn of Blur is in the band. It’s his band, really.”
“Rap-rock, huh?”, Poo concludes.
“Nah, not really, there’s sufficient electronica, there’s a track with Denis Hopper narrating some sort of story”
“But YOU’re listening to electronic music? Wow!”
“REM’s been using digital drumming for two albums now, you know..”
“Things sure have changed…” Poo’s eyes widened.

Thursday, December 15, 2005

New Word Alert...


the intentional or unwitting fondling of one's unit while the hands are placed in one's pockets; a.k.a. "pocket pool."

Although it may start out as an infinitesimal itch, testicular readjustment, or desire to reaffirm and reassure yourself that you're still intact, we, the male species, are guilty of indulging in a little sacofricosis from time to time. When my uncle was busted by my aunt for this, he attempted to save face by saying that he was digging for change.

Source: Urban Dictionary & Rittix, who pointed it out.

Wednesday, December 14, 2005


I don’t mean to imply that you have not much better to do, since you’re reading this blog. But since you do have a wee bit of time on your hands… check out Doodleblog, it’s an awesome visual blog by a creative-director sort. Don’t miss the comments below each post; either they’re hilarious or they’re scary.

I'm almost inspired to indulge myself by putting up some doodlin.

Tuesday, December 13, 2005


So…I got a little lazy and didn’t shave for a week or so. It wasn’t looking so bad, so I let it grow, like Mr. Clapton said.

It seems to have become a talking point, among admirers and detractors alike…

- So you’re growing a beard?
- No, it’s growing on its own.

- So, WHY are YOU growing a BEARD?
- I want to look like Santy Claus
- You should have started last year then

- Oh wow, that beard is so cool; I want to have wild sex with you.

- What’s with the beard, son? (from the boss)
- Oh I’ll shave the first weekend I don’t spend at work.

- Here’s ten bucks.
- Why! Thank you…
- It’s for a shave
- Ha ha. Fuck off.

And, this gem’s from the local gym-instructor
- Yeenu saar, Love Failure aaa?

- So what’s with the Devdaas look?

So why is Devdaas and ‘failed’ love the only thing that comes to mind when people see a beard. Why not Abe Lincoln? Or the Bee Gees? Or Manmohan Singh? Or Wolverine? Why devdaas? I don’t even remember our Shahrukh Khan sporting one while he was being melodramatic in a haveli pool or something. And yes, some of those statements might be slightly contrived.

Monday, December 12, 2005


Here's an article by Jaideep Varma. This, surprisingly, came in the Times of India. It reminds me that some of the best Indian fiction (by a writer in India) that I've read was not originally written in English. It also (painfully) reminds me that I have no clue about recent 'vernacular' fiction either. Shameless philistine, that I am...

Monday, December 05, 2005


So the venerated ‘authorities’ have finally allowed live bands in the city again. Good for all the nautch girls and their fans, wot? It’s also good for folk such as I, who, once in a while, saunter into Opus on Saturday to see the live act of the evening, and sip my solitary priced-up drink.

The bill of fare this Saturday was mostly Hook, if one ignores the extempore noodlings of one Pravin (“one of Bangalore’s finest guitarists, in Carlton’s introduction).

Hook, comprises Sameera Mohammed’s vocals, Prakash’s acoustic guitar-work (with the bass seemingly turned up high, to compensate for lack of a bass guitar) and Shanky’s multi-instrumentalist virtuosity. And I might venture forth to add that they’ve entertained me sufficiently on the few occasions I’ve caught them, not something I can say for most local acts.

This time, as ever, Shanky and his violin were in fine nick, and did justice to their takes on Joplin’s ‘…Mercedes Benz’, Joel’s ‘New York State Of Mind’ and other such recognised tracks. The highlight, in fact, was their ‘Gimme One Reason’ which featured sari-clad guest vocalist Anupa (no, I haven’t missed the ‘ma’, that’s her name, if you will). Prakash and Shanky went quite ballistic on their duelling acoustic guitar acts too, notable numbers including that Dave Matthews song I forgot the name of, and ‘Sweet Home Alabama’. The couple of originals were good enough to make me buy their CD if and when they put it on shelves. Cribs? Their track selection didn’t keep with their obvious skill; one mustn’t sing ‘I Never Really Loved You Anyway” simply because it originally had a violin on it, however cute I think Andrea Corr is.

That said, do catch Hook the next time they play, it’s my local live-act recommendation for the year.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Why ever...

So I'm on the pot one cold morning, contemplating the complaints of screaming fans that I haven't posted anything lately. Which brought to the issue of why people blog at all?

Ok, fan.

So I did what people such as I would, and I augmented my two and a half thoughts with some amount of internet research, and decided to let it loose on the pointless-blog reading mileu.

Well, she wasn't really screaming, it was more ponderous wondering...

So, why do they? people, blog, that is.

If Eleanor Rigby was alive, she'd have a blog, probably. People who don't have anyone to listen to their provocative thoughts on the Middle East crisis, for instance, finally have a forum to share their deeply insightful wonderings. It was personal home-pages the last couple of years, it's a blog these days. Some of it is about the ego-trippers and how awesome they are. And how cute their dog is. No, that's not his dog, it's one next to the car, on the fourth doggie photograph.

This is my favourite kind of blog. Closet-writers, and genuinely funny people who like making people laugh, think, cry, wonder and who never got published. Also the sort who didn't get published since the writing's not worth it. My guess would be that this is one helluva outlet for creativity yet undiscovered by the corporate world.

I keep hearing of people who go fined or arrested or fatwa-ed or roasted on the spit for their opinion. I guess anonymous blogging is a good way around it. A lot of bloggers keep their true identity to themselves, either to be cool, or to bitch about stuff without putting it on the line. It's like being Superman without having to buy underwear a size larger, and not having to save the world either.

There are probably a few more, but I'm too lazy to think about it right now. More later, maybe.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005


La K'wonchesque's blog is up and crawling about.. Do take a look at it, it's funny, once in a while, when it's not trying to be unaffordable. But the visual content is surely commendable.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Stomach This...

MomX comes to town a couple of times every year and we pretty much do the entire circuit. When the Piglet came the last time, she made me plan it out, though she was too busy with her numerous social commitments to execute to plan. Cow and I have discussed it too, and done parts of it at various points in time. But nevertheless, I thought one should document this in its entirety. This is one of the GOOD ideas.

Be that as may...

It’s a plan for an entire weekend of eating out in Bangalore. This one is the retro version, to remind us of the good old days when Bangalore was a rocking little place and the economy was normal and we used to watch Gandhi class movies for twenty bucks. Obviously, it's targeted at people who eat EVERYTHING; so vegetarians, devout Hindus and other such folk will have to work around the small details.


Dinner at Mojo’s. Yes, yes, new place and all that, but we know where its heart is. Try either the pub-lunch, or pick the Dosa and Beef Pulimunchi. And perhaps some mussels or prawns for flavour.


Breakfast at Your Neighbourhood Darshini. It's de rigueur to belt a couple of hardcore Bangalore-style masala dosas if you’re here, with the trademark Sambaar and Chutney. We usually do the one in Cambridge Layout, or some of the ones in Tippasandra. But it’s up to you really, subject to where you’re staying.

Lunch at Curry Story. A small little eatery tucked away. Don’t miss the East-Indian Bottle Masala Chicken with rice. The Thai stuff is good, too.

A few Beers at Peco’s. I’ve actually made friends with a Bangalorean in the disgusting depths of Gurgaon with only as much as a Peco’s pitcher card. The all-Bangalorean watering hole for all time. And Kerala Beef Fry, of course.

Dinner at Empire. Classic Saturday night dinner. Drink or watch your movie as late as you want, and top it off here. Don’t mess with the menu: One Ghee Rice, Half-Kababs, Half-Butter Chicken, Half-Grill, One KP. Dosa-chicken is for the less traditionally inclined (at the cost of being controversial, I'd still pick the Peco's version over this)


Breakfast at Koshy's. If you're late, you'll have to stand in line for Bangalore's favourite Sunday morning breakfast, of ALL time, ever. Appam, Mutton Stew and your choice of juice. And another helping.

Lunch at Nagarjuna’s. Or any other respectable Andhra joint. And don’t bother looking at the menu. One Mutton Biriyani, large. Or a Large Meals, if you’ve been away really long.

Dinner at Arabian Savoury. You've had your share of spice all weekend; what you need is some classic middle-eastern humus and shawarma to top it off. Only the brave try the drinks with the wierdass names. And some of them are so thick, you should ditch the straw.


So that’s that. The notable misses and controversial choices are for you to deal with. There’ll be an affluent version of this shortly, to keep up with the moneyed economy and whatnot.

Friday, October 28, 2005

Conspiracy Theory Overdone...

So the piglet IMs me a link to a conspiracy theory, which, I'll admit, makes good reading. And since it's something I would very much WANT to hear, it's believable. The secret return of Bill Waterson is probably the one headline I'd always want to believe in.

I follow up all the links on the page, and even read all thirty available strips on, but I've come away disappointed. It's not there. It's not him. The art is good, and I might say, at times, even better, but the infinite wisdom is missing. There are time machines and there is spiky hair, but something's amiss, definitely.

Desperate conspiracy theory? Ingenious viral marketing trick? I don't know. But if I'd read Frazz on my own, I'd have rated it average to good. Given the comparison with Calvin, I'm thinking that this strip doesn't quite have it. It's a good strip, no doubt. But it's not Bill Waterson. At least, I don't think so.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005


My ennui has overcome my procrastination... and I've finally started my blog. This is the first post, while my hometown feels like the end of the world, with all this rain.

Friday, April 01, 2005