I bid adieu to this city for a couple of weeks, and I will not rant about the fact that not only are the stations and most of the rakes used by the suburban train system three decades old, the rails seem to have been made when India was still under the Imperial yoke. Please notice if you happen to be at Lower Parel/Mahalaxmi stations that the rails are marked 'British Steel'. To the best of my (albeit rather limited) knowledge SAIL has been making rail tracks for over four decades. Sigh! And all the Delhi papers/magazines talk about how much profit the railways will make this year thanks to Laloo's excellent stewardship (or lack of thereof). Sigh!
Why do I always end up ranting on the dilapidated state of the Mumbai suburban rail network. It is worse than the IIPM deal.
Someone asked me why I disabled anonymous comments on my blog since I am 'anonymous' myself. Well, my anonymity is just naam ke vaste, most people who read this blog know who I am. So lets keep it at this vague non-committal level. No, the reason I disabled anon comments is because certain people leave rather bitchy comments all over the blogosphere - the latest ones I'm getting are from our friendly neighbourhood unrecognised management institute at other people's blogs. Sigh! And they even claim to love me.
The obvious question here is 'Why me?', and I think I even know the answer to this question. I wonder if friendly neighbourhood unrecognised management institute that is soon to be in UGC soup will go crying to my father - 'Dakho tomar chele ki lekhe?'
I will soon shift this blog onto Wordpress, change its look and feel while on vacation, but of course tell myself that my life isn't all about this blog. But also boost the level of IP searchability of my visitors. Heck, I don't know why I started blogging, maybe because I like hearing the noise that the keyboard makes (and I am a loud typist) as I move my fingers over it. Maybe, I thought having a blog (back in September 2004) was 'cool'. Maybe, it gave me a kick to gossip online and remain 'anonymous'.
Or maybe, I could even change my life, become something I am not. Instead of being the overweight, clumsy guy that I am, I could become this smart, suave lady-killer, bedding a different PYT every night. Some bloggers have more convincing online personas than their boring offline selves, so why not me? And I could make it sound convincing as well. I'm a rather good liar when it comes down to the nitty-gritty, even though I have been caught up in my stories once in a while - I don't need to be though because I really do have enough wild-escapades to write about.
Anyway, before I forget - I was taken to this rather intriguing place in Khar 'Sheetal' I believe its called and its just off SV Road, late last night by MS and SV and their pal - they served us something called 'Chicken in Crab Sauce'. Sounds awfully bastardised, but it tasted damn bloody good. Or maybe it was the five beers inside me controlling my taste buds.
Never thought I say this, but I'll miss Bombay!