TabascO!!

My titles have no real relevance to what i write... they are mostly something very small or insignificant and might be in the best of cases related to a small part of the day's events... somehow I cannot bring myself to generate a decent enough title and i end up picking something randomly from the day... today's for example is TabascO ( my obsession with using capitals in the oddest of places is a discussion for another time).. now this small bottle of Tabasco was not particularly good but it did remind me of a time with my dearest..

Here anyway it was just like any other bottle of really hot Tabasco maybe a little weak in its composition as it could not bring tears from my eyes even after i literally soaked my slice of Chef's special thin crust pizza in it. Now this in my terms is akin to sacrilege.

Now around this small bottle of not so good Tabasco sat three young handsome prospective men engaged in polishing of the three really yummy pizzas that were on the table. around them sat men and women, all busy at their own tables, with their own pizzas topped with their own conversations. Now around all of this stood the roof and walls of the famous Pizzeria which in turn stood on the far side of marine drive. Now the exploits of these three men did not begin here. It began far away in another crowded bombay local heading towards Victoria terminus.

The train accelerated and then decelerated and stopped and then repeated it over and over again for what felt like a hundred times betwen Thane and CST. But you cant help but like these trains, especially for the most intelligent of the group ( yes that would be me, thank you) it held a special something as it was a time between here and there, like all journeys are for him. For him a journey always had a meaning, he liked being in transit, being neither there nor here. In some strange way he found an even stranger sense of solace in the time between.

We were at cst finally and like the last two times we headed for the group of small stalls right outside the main entrance, for what seemed to become a sort of ritual - lavish consumption of sugarcane juice. from there we happily signaled a cab and asked him to take us to chor bazaar, now the next six or seven cabs we hailed had the same answer to give us as the first one - 'nahi' - complete refusal.

we were stranded. hopelessly. Now after great effort and help from a few people over a very erratic mobile network we found that we were on the wrong side of the road. so now we were frustrated. anyway the objective of going to chor bazar for me was to just see whats available there, for ambu - buy a bag and some stuff, for kaushik- nothin in particular, he thought it was a cool place to hang out in.

So since we were not sure how things are laid out in chor bazar we ended up in bendi bazar which i was told was basically the same. By the end of the day i was still not sure about this. Ambu and me started walking around in the sea of people and shops and smells and bustle and hustle and everything else that i have conveniently left out but fresh in my memory. Both of us found it quite nice to be there, we even found out a very small but cheap shop which was selling the best sheesh kababs that i have ever tasted ( some how our internal compass always points towards food, thank mother nature for such small blessings!!)

Now all this merrymaking in the middle of the market district in bombay was not without consequence. Our dear friend Kau decided to take an aversion towards all the things that i mentioned above, the smells and people and hustle and etc etc... he decided that he had not asked for this and that he wanted to leave. Being brought up nice and clean and having little to no exposure to such wonderful but common human gatherings, our dear friend's soon to be terminal state of mind forced us to evacuate the area immediatly and head towards more affluent parts of south bombay. this in our situation was the marine drive.

So thats how three wonderful young bachelors ended up feasting on yummy pizzas in the pizzeria on marine drive complaining about the quality of TabascO.. Now there is only so much you can do in a place like pizzeria. of course we did look at that particular group of girls with short skirts who were on the next table. But this time we were really not interested or bothered because the food was that good an i loved my white wine far too much.

It was really nice sitting there enjoying the sea breeze, the ambiance, the brilliant mixture of voices from a gathering of such different people everything together struck a big chord in me. One thing is sure, I am going back there.

anyway after filling the never ending abyss in our bodies we headed for a walk along the marine drive. The slow walk along the sea soon turned out to be an alert walk along the road as our views were pulled and torn away from the shimmering waters to the streaks of light left behind by the speeding BMWs and Mitsubushi's and Porsche's. So there we were sitting on the road side picking out cars and criticizing the way the people who can afford them maintained them.

Soon it was time to go. we hailed a taxi to Vt and then caught a train to thane and then from there we caught a rick to our apartment. so Thats it!!


What????

Thats really it!! I cant find something innovative to fill my boring travel back home can I???

ciao

TC