Look at him! I mean, look at him! Doesn’t he look fat? Me, Dr. R and to an extent Sahaab have been feeding him with Chicken, beef, fish and eggs to make him like this. Does he look like Garfield? Anyone’s heard of liposuction for cats?
Despite me having gone through the tallest of zeniths of my personal life, I’ve not been blogging. Something which gave me all the thrills of humor, creativity, language, imagination. I’d shirk to ruminate over the whys.
Yet, it is hard to overlook this. The simplest way to put it is because of apparent lack of time. But then, it’s so hard to see why it’s so. I’m at my easiest phase of work as a resident in the hospital. I’m being more creative than ever. I’m getting more inspired than ever.
The reason lies (or sits reading this) somewhere across the atlantic. An elderly balding jew is being allegedly suspected for this. Yes. It is true. I’m spending most of my blogging time with Al. Weird Al. Funny Al. Cute Al. Lazy Al. All these various life forms of a single person is flashing through my days and nights when I’m supposed to blog.
Is it okay? Well I don’t know. I figure I should have more time for all this. More time to dwell on my thoughts. Be indulgent. Self-indulgent is more appropriate. Like giving yourself a treat : hot-oil-massage succeeded by a couple of hours in a jacuzzi? I have never done either of these in sequence or separate. That makes me look phoney. But I’m gay. I can do such stuff.
Today, I feel happy because of the fact that I cleaned up my room and took a bath and feel all privileged to be in my beautiful room. This despite my roomie (Sahaab) arguing over his overgrown adolescentish fiance over the phone which makes me hard to concentrate on what I’m typing here.
To make things worse, I just realized that the argument involved our closest friend Dr. R who’s on tour with Dr. T.
Whatever, I think I’m back to blogging at least partially. But I hope I’ve not made mah lover lose more hair over the allegations. 😉
Last Sunday, we went for rock show at our favorite guitar shop which featured one of the biggest rock bands in India – Metakix. They were just brilliant. Powerful, tight and professional. To top it all, they covered Alice In Chains’ Rooster and Again.
So after the show, being the PR guy for the band, I went and bought the Metakix CD which was on sale and like a 13 something post-menarchial girl, I went around getting autographs. Of course, the package was bundled with brownie points of getting in touch with the band members and talking etc.
I complimented all of them for the show as well as for AiC covers. I told the lead singer about the Xander’s skills in that genre. While they were winding up, the lead guy came up and asked me where we jammed and stuff. Apparently, he was interested in checking us out.
I was so thrilled, that I almost wetted my panties. (No I don’t wear any, you junkheads! And take your hands off your…) He asked me to scrap him or Orkut, which I did. In fact I sent him the cover version of ‘Got Me Wrong’ (AiC).
Today morning, while I was doing my stupid Powerpoint presentations on the computer in the hospital, I happeened to check my scrapbook. The guy had replied saying that Xander’s version kicked ass.
Oh, I was so glad that I was jumping up and down the office on alternate legs like a teen lolita who gave head to a 9″ black throbber. I called Xander, Parry and E-boi and Sahaab about this.
Maybe, just maybe, Shade would still work.
Engayging Life 