Sale Mail…

just got an email forward from a client of ours who’s into apparel and accessories … there’s an employee discount sale that has an abundance of Size 34″ and size 28″ denim for males and ladies respectively!

Some discount that with the usual caveat of what you buy you keep ~ sorry no exchanges during the discount period as what more do you want???? Freeorwhat???? kinda deal….

reminded me of how I nearly settled into a pair of low cut denim that I eventually realised was meant for women!!! : ( phew that was close … nearly snipped off the labels (strict NO-NO) for many a retailer…

 

talking of retailers I wonder what caused the logo change in Shopper Stop? It looks more like a shirt label on the inside of the shirt below the collar! Funny I dunno how much the agency must have been paid for something that’s just a format change!!!

These Romans are crazy ….. does that ring a bell??!? : >

Missing links

survived a lawn mower session at a hairdressers last weekend in Bengaluru which set me thinkin of all what one tends to miss as we move cities … here’s my ‘missing’ list:

1. Ok, for starts my barber sorry hair dresser!
2. The newspaper/s ~ the Mumbai Times TOI habit is long forgotten!!
3. The TV channel numbers eg. 22 for NDTV, 55 for VH1, 60 for Asianet (Mellu tendencies die hard!!)
4. The doctor/dentist combine and comfort zones that they provide
5. The restaurant habit especially the home delivery story
6. The Mumbai/erstwhile city routine of wake up at 7-8am, laze, vanity check/fix that includes shower/s@#t/Shave et al…
7. The vernacular accent depending on the region and level of ease of passing off as a local/alien who masquerades as a person who spills a few words!
8. and of the people that make a place what it is to me …

yEll5, yEs1 …kingdom ouch is back again?!!

Now this was close to a year ago when I rounded up a 20+ two-day long training session with the last Delhi session which was after a Pune session when my back got streeeeeeeeeeeetched bad courtesy a Pune-Mumbai bus ride (which isn’t too comfy for tall (6 feet plus) frames such as moi is!

 

A prat fall in my bathroom and I thought hey that was close to have not gotten into deeper !@#$ … was in the bathroom after all wasn’t Oi!! To make things worse I sneezed hard as I bent over to pick up my morning read ( a.k.a. newspaper!) and viola … there was that Lord reminding pain in the lower back!!!!

 

Kingdom Ouch as I’d call it later : (

 

I thought to myself that anyways I’m close to a week away from an ayurvedic session that should massage, grease and sauna my back into sync!

 

Funny thought that as I visited my local Ayurveda (Siddha Vaidya to be precise!) doc and spelt out the symptoms hopin for him to pass on a cliche – sauna, oil massage, rest on the flat bed minus the mattress therapy …. but … ahem …. did he just say MRI scan?

True he’s a qualified MBBS (nope not a swear word acronymn) and he knew as well what it meant ~ somethin more than the usual black and white see through photograph of your skeleton that an Xray is but a clearer cross section thingy … that costs … gulp … 6000 one rupee smiling Gandhi notes : <

’super shit’ me thought back then as I literally picked up my jaw from the mosaic floor and clung onto my white mundu … whatsallthatsupposedtomean??? …. in exactly that format without the spaces!!!

consultations with other docs and I realised that I’m part of the select many (oxymoron filter is set to OFF) of the urbane lifestyle ill who ‘toil our bones off’ and wake up into conditions that techincally would set in a decade or two later … guess that what they meant when I worked over 2 man years in one : (

anyways its quite an objective (and objectionable!) feeling whenever one’s patiently undergoes a diagnostic check of sorts … the MRI scan in my case …

for starts they dress you like a lab mouse – soft blue is the prefered color and yes they do make you strip into nothingness besides your MRI penetrable garb … sitting outside for your turn makes one listen hard .. to oneself .. to whatamIdoinghere kinda fleetin thoughts .. to whatdidIdotodeservethisKrsnaGuruvayoorappaVausdeva?!?! .. to the strange noises that escape the fortified walls that scream Danger:Radioactive that you start trusting others (builders and contractors) who build the place .. hopefully safe!!!

Noises … the MRI machine’s more like a food factory miller (the same stuff that your non vegetarian friend’s mothers/fathers/guardians would shove chunks of meat into to get noodles of minced meat!) okokok for the benefit of the vegans and non non-vegetarians its like how you shove rice balls (kozhaikatta) to get sevai (rice noodles) North Indians and other non-Indians please google for kheema making or … well kozhaikatta!

so MRI machines (am I’m seriously annoyed at my tangents of late!!!) and the noises they make … its like a speaker amplifies the control room operators instructions behind a screen … almost makes you feel like a music directors nudgin you to sing into a well … and you prop yourself into the flat bed .. cold by the way and I think it isn’t the A/c but more about the analysis to be ..

they belt you velcro hard and then wrap a white sheet on top .. I always wanna ask them for instructions as nearly 85% of the common folks get what’s to be done in many a situation .. like get into a plane and seat-belt thyself up, keep left as you drive in India, et al … & I am part of the uncommon 15% : (

so uncommon that I felt like being in a plastic tunnel with speakerless headphones (yes they had cotton on them instead!) … and that’s when the computer game noises started ….. you tend to think if these noises have any sensational effect on your skin other then … the noise ie. … and then after a while one feels like its more or less boring to listen to the computer game-ish space ship noises of the machine and start playin the machine …

…ok lets lateral the subject … engage … disengage …

frontal view .. focus … lock .. engage .. disengage … engage again (ah! this is fun) .. disengage … engage … magnify … (is this for real!) … engage … engage again … disengage … ok (that’s enough visceral stuff for one day!) phew ok next …

… and that my friends, in case I kept you .. engaged till here is what explains the picture .. of how a small bump out of the white disc tickles the nerve loud in the traffic jam of a situation in the lower exterimities of one’s spine!

L5 S1 for the docs … yell5 Yes1 for me : )

those tickles that makes one think that life isn’t fair for the young … why me? why now? and all that spunk

but its that moment when one look with wonder call this archetecture that supports life … at the design of one deep within and of the many systems that literally support you alive … enduring every bounce on the road, every moment when you jumped high in euphoria … every moment when one felt alone .. there are parts of us that make Me into We

… and that we need such reminders that there’s a moment in life when we can choose to life in shock, anger and pain or to enjoy what’s ahead in plain fun, happiness and joy ; )

… that moment visited me on this anniversary week for L5 S1 to have entered my vocabulary of words and experiences … and I choose again to look at life surviving yesterday & today with a smile ahead, ready and enthusiastic of what tomorrow holds for us all ; >

I’ll heal but I’ll ne’er forget the wonderful lessons yearning to be discovered in each fold of what we call as ‘Bad News’ : >

pUFF pANT : (

Fatigued is the weather forecast in my head as my mind, body and sole (yep the leather upper and rubber /PVC below!) get used to my past … city of residence ie.

 

Its funny when the increase in pace of the loops of daily routine events that you do define your concept of time … which in turn controls your body clock/age/ stubble growth/gene translation … et al

in short that’s what’s causing the fatigue as I adopt my adaptation into another 1 BHK format in south Central India … reason the puff pant … or was it the impromptu games of badminton (the shuttle format not the ball one!) over the weekend @ Manori??? me thinks … anyways did doze off my muscle curls over the past 2 days after another day on UPS last Ugadi monday

 

another city another time,

perhaps a new leaf to turn this, soft and sublime

today’s fast a memory as tomorrow sleep walks in,

time’s more like a glacier thawing its self into a river … warmin the ice thin

familar faces frozen in pictures yet alive in the mind,

for one to rejoice on as and when one chooses to rewind

new places, new faces in an ancient land,

relationship to forge, friendships to rekindle of what was once thought of as ‘canned’!

my eyelids droop and shelter my eyes from the truth called reality,

and opens up another land of dreams, memories and plain idiosyncratic confetti

hours and minutes to wear out before the clock ages the day into the past,

for then the darkness of the twlight shall on this earth cast

and friend’s and family might remember me,

as they sip their beverage warm ~ be it tea or coffee

one more opportunity for me to adopt the adapt routine,

its a familiar city with a strange neo cultural sheen

could take some this for me to call this part of the globe a home,

& hope that by then it isn’t time to pack up & leave a house for a home 

… with furniture and all alone