Friday, December 04, 2009

Gossip Girls

I've never really been into gossiping. I find it a total breach of confidentiality, privacy, space, freedom (thank you, thesaurus.com) - some things that I believe in and have fought for almost all my life. With parents, with boyfriends, sometimes even with friends! I have always had issues with my parents opening my mail, my drawers, my wardrobe, even my room at times! I never liked the "Who are you talking to on the phone?" question and have answered "Why do you wanna know?" or "I won't tell you." multiple times. I like my space. Maybe more than a lot of other people I know. And I don't expect everyone to relate to me. I accept that I am a little extreme in these things. I have fought with boyfriends early on in life when their possessiveness manipulated their heads to find it acceptable to tell me I shouldn't wear certain kinds of clothes. I eventually learned to weed out such men from my future. I have even debated with friends on issues of morality and why someone's choice should not be their cross to bear.

But sometimes, when you hang out with girls, you seem to get a barrage of information that clearly crosses the line.

For example, "That girl was wearing a dress that totally showed her cleavage! In office!" or "I've been told she's a big slut." or "She's slept with half the team." or "Did you see what gaudy colours she wears?" or "All she does is gossip in office!".

Note that:
  1. Others gossiping is also gossip.
  2. Women are almost always gossiping about other women
  3. It's almost always about sex.
Now this is gossip that my girl friends have picked up from office. Not a kitty party or a PTA meeting or the bhaaji waala. Office. And I can't stop wondering how billion dollar organizations can keep their employees so free of work that they have time to talk about bull shit like this! Is this why some organizations ensure that their employees work 15 hours a day? So they refrain from irrelevant small talk during work? Debatable. Because a lot of times, some people are working 15 hours coz they've wasted 5 hours in gossip!

One British study says that "Gossip is no idle chatter: it has clear functions". The clear function is supposed to be assessing potential partners. The study, however, does not clearly say why women would then gossip about other women. Could it be that some women want to convince themselves that the gossiped woman, sub-consciously being perceived as a threat, is not really competition thanks to her bad character, sluttiness or lack of ethics? I really don't have the answer to that question because I find most gossip boring to be very honest. None of it shocks me. Instead if I heard a story that went "She gave birth to a half-goat, half-human baby!", then I would be interested!

Somehow, there are offices with a rampant gossip culture. And the worst thing is that nobody complains about it. For some reason, everybody conveniently thinks that they are not being gossiped about. A friend got a rude shock lately when she found out that stuff was being talked about her as well. The thirst for a good story easily overwhelms the rational act of refraining from slanderous chit-chat. And I have to add here that it's not just the people who spread the tales who are responsible. No. If you are party to being an audience and/or passing judgment on another human being who didn't directly ask you for it, you are an integral part of the grapevine. And unless you are a boring person who doesn't have any life other than work and family, you will be talked about sooner or later. Remember in the examples above, even people who gossip a lot are gossiped about!

I read about this being treated as a serious problem in some companies. Printingforless.com has a no gossip and no back stabbing policy which is enforced by employees signing an 'agreement to values' form. A breach of this agreement can lead to the company sacking you! Imagine the increase in productivity due to (1) obviously, reduction in time spent in gossip; and (2) lesser employee stress on what people might be talking about them after getting drunk in the last office party! What I loved about my last team was how they were open about all this. If someone was drunk, it was joked about in front of them, with their knowledge. Even if a story about someone was told while he/she was not around, there was no hiding of the fact that his/her account was circulated. The stories were treated as anecdotes, and of course people are free to make judgments in their heads, but there were no judged scores being discussed in whispers. The difference is that in the former, "You were pissed drunk in that party!" is what is said, while in the latter, it's more on the lines of "Did you see how pissed drunk that intern was in that party? I wonder if her parents know that she drinks!"

Gossip and judge. Pastimes of the retarded.

On the bright side though, women who gossip have a happy and healthier life because it increases progesterone levels in their body. But so does Vitamin C. So go have an orange instead. Godspeed! (Don't ask. I just felt like saying that.)

Monday, November 23, 2009

The glory of first dates

How difficult is it to find a date in Bombay? All the men worth dating are either busy, married or gay. And I'm not being clichéd here; I recently met a really funny guy who was gay! So how do you find a decent person to date in this city?

LOSING NUMBERS

The day I was leaving for Goa, somebody called out to me on the road while I was walking to the ATM in my area before catching my flight. As I turned to the stranger, he explained to me how he had seen me around a few times and thought I was cute. He had a dog (big plus!) and wanted to meet up sometime. Being in the happy Goa spirit, I kept smiling and taking in the appreciation. After I took his number and refused to give mine, I saw that the guy had a feeling that I wouldn't call. But I filled in a reminder on my cell phone to call him a day after I was back from vacation. As luck would have it, my phone conked off in the Goa sea and I lost the guy's number. There goes a date in a city where dates are few and far in between.

And even in Goa, I met a nice guy staying in Bombay. In Powai, in fact! So close to my home. And I'd made a mental note to call him when back. He was really interesting and funny and we had such similar interests. But poof! Cell phone drowned, number gone!

Also, have you noticed that a lot more people are interested in you when you already have someone in your life? Whenever I have a boyfriend, men are showing interest. I've even heard statements from my friends saying, "Oh remember my friend XYZ? He was really into you! But he asked me if you had a boyfriend and I said yes. So he was like 'too bad'. I would have set you up with him, but now he's seeing someone." The 'seeing someone' part is easily replaceable by 'left the country', 'left the city', 'married', or 'gay'. Sigh.

I don't know what constitutes a blind date. When I was younger and the internet was newer, I met boys (yes, we were girls and boys then) online and went out with a couple of guys who I found interesting. And yeah, yeah, I met them in the afternoon in a public place so there was no weird stuff coming at me. But are these considered blind dates? Coz I have seen their pictures. On the other hand, I have been out with a total stranger - never seen what he looks like even - set up by one of my friends. I guess we can call them Type 1 and Type 2 Blind Dates! Let's make it sound medical!

TYPE 1 BLIND DATE

Pictures can lie. Well no, let me rephrase. Pictures give you half truths. One guy had ugly yellow teeth. Pictures can very cleverly hide them. But when you meet in person, yech!

Also gets you to thinking on morality and whether you are a nice person or not. A Type 1 Blind Date once led a friend to a coffee shop to see the cute girl he'd been looking forward to meet. When he entered the cafe, there she was, cute as ever. But something looked funny. He noticed that her arms were short and her fingers were tiny. It took him a few seconds to realize that she was a small person. Now my friend is 5'11" and this woman was all of 3 feet. It took a quick coffee and a speedy walking her back home for the date to be the last date. My friend still feels bad about what he did, but I wonder how many people would have been able to deal with dating a small person.

TYPE 2 BLIND DATE

It takes a lot for this type of blind date to work. The odds are working against you. The man I went out with went rambling about how his job sucked, his MBA degree sucked, and I felt like a shrink out there listening to his problems. I'm sure he didn't like me either, to give him some acknowledgment. But it was by far the worst date I've been on. Only solace was that the coffee was nice and paid for.

Now I've been talking to a few of my guy friends and I see a scary pattern emerging among Bombay girls. Women, what's with the panties with holes? A plain cotton panty will not even cost you that much! Just like expecting a guy without body odour or smelly socks, the guys expect you to have panties without holes. It's not much they're asking for now, are they? The experiences range from seeing the holes when the woman squatted down to look at a book on the lower rung at a book store to seeing the hole staring back at the man in the bedroom! If I may quote one friend, he actually said he felt like he was "humping a beggar"! I wished these were not women from Bombay, but I was in for a rude shock. Ladies please, if you have a hole in your panty, it better be because you're wearing a crotchless one!

MONEY AND WEIGHT

On a first date, it is extremely rude to ask a man about how much money he makes and a woman how much she weighs. Most of my friends are below 30, so the age factor doesn't apply yet. But you are NOT gonna get any more dates if you are already calculating the man's bank balance or deciding whether you can lift the woman up. You may as well just say you have something urgent to do and leave. It's more polite and you don't have to see the person again. One woman once asked my friend (1) if he had a car; and (2) if the car had power windows!

SEX

And then there is the first time that you have sex with your date. The stories here are countless and because I want to use discretion with my and my friends' experiences, we'll just skim through this. Apart from not having holes in your underpants, it'd also be a good idea to avoid being smelly down under! A big problem many women face is dealing with a small...ahem...willy. It's like the small woman my friend dated. You feel like a horrible person for being bothered by it, but if it doesn't work for you, there can never be a happy relationship coming out of it. With men, it's fairly simple. You get what you see. With women, you don't know what you're getting into. Or what's getting into you!

And with stories like these, you can imagine, getting motivated enough for that first date is a little difficult. Coupled with the fact that it is easier to get into hell than to find a good date in this city, being single sometimes means that you'd rather spend time with your friends, their significant others, acquaintances and exes. Until you stumble upon the person you really wanna go out with. Provided you don't lose their number!

Friday, November 06, 2009

Baga magic

Gayatri and I went to Goa for 5 days and it is by far the best vacation I've ever had. To be very honest, we didnt make a trip to Goa, we made a trip to Baga. And we never saw Baga beach when the sun was out. This was a purely party trip and focused on just one street - the Tito's lane.

So we partied all 5 nights, and during the day we kinda slept and did random stuff. One day we went to Aguada, went on the 'Banana Ride' (no pun intended really!) and swam in the water for the rest of the afternoon. Another day, we needed to buy Gayatri contact lenses coz she lost one in the water and me a phone coz mine got wet in the sea the previous night! On one day, we went to Calangute and were highly disappointed with what we saw. We decided we will stay in Baga every evening - one, coz we didn't need a car or bike to roam around baga, and two, our street had all the pubs we needed :)

Thanks and acknowledgments to:
  • St. Anthony's (Baga beach)
  • Kamaki's
  • Cocktails and Dreams
  • Cape Town Cafe
  • Mambos
  • Shamrock (Some other street in Baga)
Why thanks, you ask? Well, we spent our whole trip inside these places, with everyone recognizing us by the end of it!

Since I'm in the thanking mood, Gayatri and I made a list of all the people we met and who made our trip fun, interesting, weird, disgusting, and combinations of these! And even if you are one of the people who screwed our moods, you still gave us a story to laugh about and so thanks!

DAY 1
  1. Gavin (Who Gayatri met on the flight)
  2. Muffler guy (Boxer shorts, a t-shirt and a muffler. Smirk smirk!)
  3. Amit from IIT (Boss i lost your number!)
  4. Stinky red t-shirt guy (Ohhhhhhh my god!!!! decent looking fellow with body odour so bad that i couldn't dance with him for more than 2 minutes! Ugh!)
  5. Bhavna guy (His true love's name, Bhavna, was tattooed across his chest. Except, she was married!)
  6. Raghav (My favourite guy in the whole trip. Who talked politics animatedly, got robbed along with me, then ended up being Mickey Mouse at some 7 year old's birthday party!)
  7. Kapil (The one who never spoke)
  8. Sachin (Yes baba, you own a lot of places!)
DAY 2
  1. Abhay (Perpetually pissed off)
  2. Vipul (The quiet one)
  3. Sandesh (Yap yap yap yap!)
  4. Sachin's cousin
Fewer people on this day because Gayatri and I were hanging out with Sachin, Raghav and Kapil.

DAY 3
  1. Ketan (Couldn't talk about anything but himself)
  2. Saif (Insisted that I was the one he chose to be with. Very irritating. Met him in the tattoo parlour he owned where I almost got a tattoo done. Then he stuck to me like glue the entire night. Ugh.)
  3. Jane (Beautiful singer at Shamrock. Woman with power in her voice.)
  4. Long haired guy (Well, nice long hair!)
  5. Manipuri girl (Another amazing singer at the Karaoke at Shamrock)
  6. Gay guy (Don't remember much about what I spoke to him about. Just remember Sachin telling me that he's gay!)
  7. Felix (Black and gorgeous!)
  8. Hemant (Someone Gayatri met. Don't know him)
  9. Raj (More tattoo parlour owners we meet)
  10. Jeet (Bought us sooooo many drinks! Thanks Jeet!)
  11. Pankaj (From Shimla to Goa)
  12. Jeet's "sister" (Who he later kissed!)
  13. Hot chick and her mother (The most beautiful girl I saw in Goa, really! We just had to tell her how pretty she was!)
DAY 4
  1. Ranjana (Who owned Nisha Restaurant which has amazing food)
  2. Sindhu (Who was a total Padmalakshmi look alike! She was beautiful and sooo smart!)
  3. Devil man (Apparantly, he was so like me in tastes that it was scary to him)
  4. Hat boy (Very very boring. I was looking away everytime he talked.)
  5. John
  6. Wang (John and Wang were the best conversation Gayatri and I had in any pub. We spoke of India, London, religion, relationships, personalities. And Wang was the first guy in the whole trip to tell me something negative about me. I loved it! They bought us our drinks and didn't even hit on us!)
  7. Swedish psychologist (Gorgeous man. I was quite drunk when I was chatting up, so don't remember much else. And then Gayatri called out, I went to her, forgot that I was talking to him, and never went back!)
  8. Guy with Swedish psychologist (Indian guy who thought I looked like Bipasha Basu. How nice!)
  9. Bike ride guy (The one who wanted Gayatri to come with him on a bike ride. While we were having the amazing conversation with John and Wang. She obviously stayed.)
  10. Cape Town owner (Who first hit on Gayatri, then hit on me, then gave up)
  11. Cape Town bartender (Full on deewana of Gayatri. I enjoyed the benefits of free drinks from him thanks to being with her!)
  12. Mariam (Who wanted to hook us up with Dutch guys!)
  13. Birthday boy (Well, it was his birthday. He liked Gayatri. And I was totally sloshed so I was there drinking orange juice!)
DAY 5
  1. Tattoo guy (Who had a good time painting my henna tatto)
  2. Calzone (Young kid. Don't remember his name, but sounded like Calzone. Very, very seedha saadha guy.)
  3. Gangajal guy (Some idiot who looked like one of the guys from the movie Gangajal)
  4. Nelson (Who gave us a lift from Baga to Calangute, then kissed me on my hand and gave me his number. I didn't know people did that anymore!)
  5. Subhash (Nice guy who gave us a lift from Calangute to Baga. No kissing here, thank you very much!)
  6. Ivy guy (Who liked my tattoo and then went yap yap about the tattoos he has and wants to get. Then invited me to Ivy. Which is a sad place and so I didn't go.)
  7. James (We walked up to him. Coz he was hot! Happy and yappy person!)
  8. Rob (James' friend. That's all.)
  9. Imran (Sachin got him along to be my date. I think Sachin hates me)
  10. Iranian man (Very boring guy who didn't speak a word. Was into meditation and all. I think he was trying to charm me with hypothetical vibes. Bah.)
  11. Chakala girl (She stays in Chakala in Andheri East! I hugged her so many times for that! Haha!)
  12. Sindhu's boyfriend (She is too good for him. Seriously.)

So this was the chronology of the people we met. We met a lot of them multiple times, but I've just listed them according to the day that we met them first.

Now meeting a lot of people also brings a lot of conversation. Over the days, we heard a lot of interesting things.
  1. Over a one on one conversation I had with someone: "I respect women. So if they choose to love me, I let them."
  2. On English to Hindi translations: "Kya chodamchadi chalu hai!"
  3. One guy smoking with a girl, trying to steal a kiss, saying: "Active smoking se I like passive smoking better."
  4. Two guys wearing the same t-shirt: "We are wearing the same t-shirt so that people don't think we share clothes."
  5. Pick up line: "Do you wanna go in the white mercedes or the blue one?"
  6. Pick up line: "I'm from IIT."
  7. Too much adoration: "Are you okay baby? You know I care about you no, baby?"
  8. Self actualization: "I know I'm not gonna live past 40 with my kinda lifestyle."
  9. Too little sex: "I woke up once and my roommate was humping my leg!"
  10. Pick up line: "Do I look like a girl in this devil headband?"
  11. I know firangs cannot pronounce all our names, but....: "Hi my name is Pankaj. I you can't pronounce that, you can call me Mittal."
  12. Sexist: "Wife log ko goa nahi leke aa sakte."
I can't remember all, so if and when I do, I'll add them in.

So basically, it was one damn awesome trip! Thank you, all the people we met. Thank you, all the shacks. Thank you, all the pubs. Thank you Baga!!!!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Of men, doggies and other stories

Nanocast is the kind of company you'd want to work in. Unless of course, you have no clue what I mean when I say the words 'Java', 'Flash', 'Flex'. Then, of course, you just want to read this blog and sigh about it :)

And no, I don't work here. I'm planning to stay in Pune as well as in Bombay for a while and the kind people working in Nanocast have let me use some of their office space. It helps when you're friends with them, of course!

I'm the only woman in this office and since I've been here, I haven't heard too many cuss words. Am I making them uncomfortable? I'll find out sooner or later! But let's get back to the point. My friends, Rajesh and Ashish, are really the reasons I'm working out of Nanocast in Pune. I get to be away from home a little, I get to run away from Bombay once in a while and I get to work out of an office (which is slightly more motivating than working from home). Plus, there is no dress code and I can wear my capris and chappals to office. Adarbad, the CEO of the company, told me a couple of days back that if he wears a tie and/or leather shoes, he can't think straight! And he has the most adorable dog! Dhakkan is half labrador and half boxer, cute as hell and a regular visitor to Nanocast. Adarbad gets Dhakkan to office whenever he comes and the first thing Dhakkan does is go to everyone's desks to say 'hi'! That involves a lot of tail wagging and a 'please pat my back' look. Cho cute :)

So yesterday, Ashish, Rajesh, Arindam (their colleague and friend) and I went to the park for an hour yesterday evening, to take a break from work. And we got into the most ridiculous of conversations. I hope I can remember all that we spoke of, coz it is sooooo worth blogging! Disclaimer - I cannot confirm the authenticity of all these stories!

STORY 1: Hair Scare (courtesy Ashish)
For the song Chiggy Wiggy, Kylie Minogue had unshaven armpits and the armpit hair had to be digitally edited out during post production! So apparantly that took a lot of time, effort and money!

STORY 2: Jainism
Nudity is frowned upon by every fucking religious zealot in this country. Then there are people like me and my friends who are the types who would like people to be nude if they want to! To each his own, you know! But like every other Indian in this planet, we are hypocrites after all! We draw our line when it comes to old and/or ugly people. I really do not want to see a naked old man with a shriveled penis and sagging ass walking down the street! But all of us in the park that day had come across at least one Jain man who had decided to renounce his life and retire as a monk. And this is announced by a full-on public nude parade by that man, which is tolerated like all other things done in the name of religion in India. And to imagine that a provocative magazine cover will incur lawsuits in the name of obscenity!

STORY 3: And talking of nudity...
I was in a cab between Bandra and Mahim once and saw a homeless man standing at the side of the road, staring at all the cars. All was fine, until I looked down and realized he wasn't wearing any pants! Probably just forgot! So all he had was a shirt on and a very breezy time down under!
Another time, Gayatri was picking me up from home and when I got into the rick, she said "Boss, there's a nude woman on the street!" And I laughed, "No way!!". But as the rickshaw passed the same spot again, she screamed, "There, there! Look!". And sure enough, there was a young nude homeless woman taking a shower on a divider in the middle of the street! I must say, this is the kind of nudity I don't mind :)

STORY 4: Fluids (courtesy Ashish)
Outside some godforsaken temple in a godforsaken part of Pune, Ashish watched as a beggar woman walked towards a scooty, put a leg forward next to the back tyre, and just stood there staring at the seat. He was watching from behind and wondered what she was doing. When she finally moved and walked back towards the temple, he realized the gravity of what he had seen - she had peed next to the scooty tyre! And as she walked by, her feet made water impressions on the road!

STORY 5: The plot of Mr. and Mrs. Khanna (courtesy me)
Actually, no, you don't wanna know the story of this movie.

STORY 6: Gulp the insect
So while we were laughing at one time, I ended up swallowing a mosquito and was trying to cough it out. Ashish didn't make me feel any better by saying, "Shee...what if the mosquito sat on a pile of shit before it went into your mouth??". To which Arindam promptly replied, "So it went into her mouth for a mouthwash???"

STORY 7: Brown
I was walking down a street once, and saw a man wearing white pyjamas, with the bum stained in brown. He seemed like a nice person otherwise!

STORY 8: Pee, poo and all we do
What would you do if you had to be disgusting? As college kids, we were really disgusting, but over the years, we lost our wild side and Ashish and I were discussing last night all the disgusting things that we could or should do. Based on those discussions and generally too, consider these:
  1. Dogs eat shit. It must have something nutritious that we could also make use of, no?
  2. If you eat a lot of beetroot, your pee will turn red. If you eat a lot of carrots, you will turn orange! (I made my disclaimer earlier!)
  3. What makes shit yellow? Bile. What makes it brown? Why don't vegetarians shit green?
  4. Would you take your poo after making sure it's the right texture, then put it in a plastic bag, make a few pin holes in the plastic bag, and write "WELCOME" in front of someone's house?
  5. Or would you stuff poo in a bomb? Or would you stuff the bomb in the poo?
  6. Would you want Apple to make products called iPood or iPeed?
  7. How about baking some poo? Or grilling it?
  8. What would you rather do with vomit? (a) Cook it in a frying pan and eat it. (b) Freeze it and drink the lower unfrozen layer with a straw.
  9. If you had an iron rod, and you had to put it up somebody's ass, and one side was hot and the other was cold, which side would you put in his/her ass?
  10. Would you pick up a used condom lying on the road? For no reason?
  11. When was the last time you peed/shat your pants?
  12. When was the last time you used the word "sphincter"?
Consider, but no real need to answer them here if you're uncomfortable! But what is the most disgusting thing that has ever happened to you, or that you have done to somebody else? I really wanna know!

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Adam and Eve - a Yogi's perspective

I have been reading "Autobiography of a Yogi" by Paramhansa Yogananda for quite a while now. I had given up on the book a few months back when I could not go through even half of it. All these stories of miracles just seemed too unbelievable. That, coupled with the pointlessly intense usage of English language that comes with spiritual authoring, did not hold my interest for long. However, an uncle of mine encouraged me to keep reading at a recent party at my house. He insisted that the book gets better and provides with extraordinary insights into matters of life and death. And, he added, irrespective of whether I believe in God or not, I would find the perspective interesting.

And I did. Two days into returning from where I left off, I have found something very interesting - a totally new perspective to the Adam and Eve story. Even though, many parts of it are equally questionable as the story that we know, it's a fresh look at it from the eyes of an Indian Hindu saint (Sri Yukteswar, teacher of the author). Here's the excerpt:

"Genesis is deeply symbolic, and cannot be grasped by a literal interpretation," he explained. "Its 'tree of life' is the human body. The spinal cord is like an upturned tree, with man’s hair as its roots, and afferent and efferent nerves as branches. The tree of the nervous system bears many enjoyable fruits, or sensations of sight, sound, smell, taste, and touch. In these, man may rightfully indulge; but he was forbidden the experiences of sex, the ‘apple’ at the center of the bodily garden. (“We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden: but of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die.” – Genesis 3:2-3)

“The ‘serpent’ represents the coiled-up spinal energy which stimulates the sex nerves. ‘Adam’ is reason, and ‘Eve’ is feeling. When the emotion or Eve-consciousness in any human being is overpowered by the sex impulse, his reason or Adam also succumbs. (“The woman who thou gaveth to be with me, she gave me of the tree, and I did eat." The woman said, “The serpent beguiled me, and I did eat.” – Genesis 3:12-13)

“God created the human species by materializing the bodies of man and woman through the force of His will; He endowed the new species with the power to create children in a similar ‘immaculate’ or divine manner. (“So God created man in his own image, in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them. And God blessed them, and God said unto them, Be fruitful and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it.” – Genesis 1:27-28). Because His manifestation in the individualized soul had hitherto been limited to animals, instinct-bound and lacking the potentialities of full reason, God made the first human bodies, symbolically called Adam and Eve. To them, for advantageous upward evolution, He transferred the souls or divine essence of two animals. (“And the Lord God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul.” – Genesis 2:7). In Adam or man, reason predominated; in Eve or woman, feeling was ascendant. Thus was expressed the duality or polarity which underlies the phenomenal worlds. Reason and feeling remain in a heaven of cooperative joy so long as the human mind is not tricked by the serpentine energy of animal propensities.

“The human body was therefore not solely a result of evolution from beasts, but was produced by an act of special creation by God. The animal forms were too crude to express full divinity; the human being was uniquely given a tremendous mental capacity – the ‘thousand-petaled lotus’ of the brain –as well as acutely awakened occult centers in the spine.

“God, or the Divine Consciousness present within the first created pair, counselled them to enjoy all human sensibilities, but not to put their concentration on touch sensations. (“Now the serpent (sex force) was more subtle than any beast of the field (any other sense of the body)” – Genesis 3:1). These were banned in order to avoid the development of the sex organs, which would enmesh humanity in the inferior animal method of propagation. The warning not to receive subconsciously-present bestial memories was not heeded. Resuming the way of brute procreation, Adam and Eve fell from the state of heavenly joy natural to the original perfect man.

“Knowledge of 'good and evil' refers to the cosmic dualistic compulsion. Falling under the sway of maya through misuse of his feeling and reason, or Eve- and Adam-consciousness, man relinquishes his right to enter the heavenly garden of divine sufficiency. (“And the Lord God planted a garden eastward in Eden; and there he put the man whom he had formed” – Genesis 2:8. “Therefore the Lord God sent him forth from the garden of Eden, to till the ground from whence he was taken.” – Genesis 3:23. The divine man first made by God had his consciousness centered in the omnipotent single eye in the forehead (eastward). The all-creative powers of his will, focused at that spot, were lost to man when he began to “till the ground” of his physical nature). The personal responsibility of every human being is to restore his ‘parents’ or dual nature to a unified harmony or Eden.”

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Ramzan Fever

This Ramzan has been eventful for me. To begin with, my dad who is now retired, enjoys eating Iftaar food and we found ourselves buying some every week at least. We even had a pseudo Eid party at home one day before Eid. Kababs and tandooris, followed by dum biryani, and finished with malpua and rabri as desserts.

It all started with the haleem I ordered from Gati again this year. I got three full kilos to last us a good amount of time. Dad loved it and said we should get more food! I bought iftaar food from Versova for him and mom one evening and he loved it! So he wanted to go visit some stall selling iftaar food as well. I took him to Cafe Alif at Jogeshwari West one day and he made friends with the restaurant guy! The next day, he was back there, buying items for the Eid party!

But what I also did for the first time was that I went to Mohammed Ali Road to eat the morning food at 3 am. My friend, Vedant, and his colleagues make an annual trip there during Ramzan to eat and he asked if I was interested. I wasn't sleeping when he called and so I said yes. Off we went, all on bikes, and ate a LOT of bheja, liver, gurda and regular chicken tandoori. One poor vegetarian guy was totally out of place and even got a piece of bone in his paneer.

Shitty thing was, though, that once we were finished eating, we noticed that two bikes had less air in them. Thinking that somebody's removed the air, we went to a nearby petrol pump and filled in some air. Then we were off to Sassoon docks. At Sassoon docks, the fishermen come in with their catch at about 5:30 am everyday. You can see the entire fish unloading process and buy fish at really cheap prices. Just be sure to wear totally covered footwear and fold your pants up! The dock footwalk is completely layered with mashed pieces of fish that have been stamped on. Not for the light hearted this!

I bought some bombil (Bombay duck) and prawns while other people also bought pomfret and surmai (King fish). The variety of fish we saw was amazing. I saw a 5 foot long fish that the fisherwoman said was a shark. It clearly wasn't. I think they call all large fish sharks! But the highlight of the catch was when I was walking and saw a mound on the ground next to me. I remember thinking to myself, Must be a lot of muck there. should stay away. And then I saw spots on it (it was 5:30 am, could hardly see anything). When i focused harder, I realized it was a sting ray! About 4 feet wide! And even longer, when you count the tail! It's the only time I have seen a sting ray outside an aquarium. Though I did wonder if they are endangered. Felt a little bad too.

Once everybody was done with their shopping, Vedant and I went back to his bike to see that the air in the tyre was gone again. We were now sure that the tyre was actually punctured. It was only 6:30 am and we were looking for a tyre repair shop. Nothing opened until 7:30, we were told, but we could try our luck near Metro cinema at Churchgate station. We rode on at a speed on 5 kmph (lol. people were staring at us) and at last found the shop at Metro. Thankfully, it was 7 by then and the shop was just opening. By 8, the tyre was ready to run after we found 3 nails hammered into the tyres from the side. Handiwork of some idiot kids at Mohammed Ali Road, obviously.

I reached home at 9. My parents did not know when I had left home and had given me a call at 7. I explained that I was out and would return with something for mom. She was real happy to see the fish and prawns!

So that was my Ramzan this year. Nobody gave me any Eidi though :(

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