Sunday, July 31, 2005

postcard from j: water water everywhere, but...

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it was supposedly only the 10th rainiest day in the history of the indian monsoon. tell that to any mumbaikar and s/he will give you a cold stare.

my arm hurts even as i type this. its been more than 97 hours since i reached the safe confines of my home. the experience of taking more than 19 hours to get home from office on 26-27 july 2005, two bleak and forgettable days in the city that never sleeps (and probably one that will not sleep for a while), is going to haunt me for the rest of my life. honestly, compared to what so many others went through, my ordeal was nothing. but i was scared to death. the reason: i can't swim and i'm not much of a water fan!

so here goes my story:

tuesday 5 pm - i left office with 5 others in somebody's car. B whose car we were in, lives in Bandra... so we got a ride till the Reclamation Flyover (this we reached at 11:oo pm). then DN (my other colleague who lives in Vakola, close to my place) and i walked towards the highway, but we heard that the water level was too high. so we went towards Linking Road. it started raining heavily while we were walking - there were so many people on the roads. we reached a spot close to SV Road (where the lane connects to Sacred Heart Church), but it was so dark (no lights) that we didn't know we had even reached there. we got into a BEST bus and waited for a while. one girl fainted in the bus. mobile phones had no network. one lady had MTNL Dolphin service and it was working. i tried calling the home landline and my brother on his mobile from her phone, but it was of no use. so i only managed to call my other colleague in Dadar and told her where we were and to inform home, if possible. after that, my cell lost all network and the battery almost died.

wednesday 12:15 am - then DN and i walked in that lane - there was knee-length water, but the problem was that the tide was coming in, so the water had very strong currents. it was getting difficult to walk in it. finally, we crossed it and reached Santacruz Station, where there was no flooding. we met two other people who DN knew. but the worst spot was under the Vakola Flyover. the water was waist-high and people had abandoned their vehicles submerged in the water. some people were in a BEST double decker bus. not many were walking in the water. upto St. Anthony’s Church in Vakola, we had to wade through the floods.

wednesday 3:30 am - it was horrible and i just wanted to go home. but there were no lights anywhere, so D said we better stay at his house and move in the morning. so we camped at his place for the rest of the night.

wednesday 4:00 am - his wife gave us food to eat and some dry clothes to change into. we slept till about 8:30 am. but the rain had not stopped. after some breakfast, DN went to check the situation and came back saying that Kalina, where i live was ok. he dropped me home by bike and i was so relieved to just be home alive. Kalina was badly hit; it was all over the news. Kalina is now world-famous for all the wrong reasons.

this harrowing experience only increased my disgust towards the government and public utilities. anil thakraney, one of my favourite columnists, really hit the nail on the head in his sunday column.

i only wish we had people in power who cared. let's say a prayer for those who were not so fortunate.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

postcard from j: tequila sunrise

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yes, i partied (the way it is supposed to be done) and no, i didn't get drunk.

okay, have to get this out of my system: i had my first shot of tequila last night at shooter's, bandra. not bad at all. actually, you barely have the time to understand tequila. its a now-you-see-it-now-you-don't kinda drink. taken with (a pinch of) salt and a lemon wedge, it vanishes in a matter of seconds. interesting!

tequila's worth a shot! (pun intended)

say cheers!!!

Monday, July 04, 2005

postcard from j: a suitable boy

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reasons why women find it hard to find the man of their dreams...

1. The nice men are ugly.

2. The handsome men are not nice.

3. The handsome and nice men are gay.

4. The handsome, nice and heterosexual men are married.

5. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men, have no money.

6. The men who are not so handsome, but are nice men with money think we are only after their money.

7. The handsome men without money are after our money.

8. The handsome men, who are not so nice and somewhat heterosexual, don't think we are beautiful enough.

9. The men who think we are beautiful, that are heterosexual, somewhat nice and have money, are cowards.

10. The men who are somewhat handsome, somewhat nice and have some money and thank God are heterosexual, are shy and NEVER MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!!!!

11. The men who never make the first move, automatically lose interest in us when we take the initiative.

now, who the hell understands men?

"Men are like a fine wine. They all start out like grapes, and it's our job to stomp on them and keep them in the dark until they mature into something you'd like to have dinner with."

ps: got this hilarious forward from a male friend! thanx a ton, madhu!!! if only most men were like you ;)

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