More Birthday

I was in a haze of bliss a couple of days ago when I was talking to a college friend about the Naga way of life. It surprised me that I knew so much about my bro-in-law’s culture. This trip to Nagaland in November is going to involve a lot of research and I’ve also decided I’m going to learn a bit of the language- at least proper pronunciations of certain words and phrases.

My ex arrived in town yesterday. We are a long way away from getting into the R-word; and, it has become obvious to me and probably to most of you that I am on a search not for the love of somebody else but for self-love, which I am also a long way away from. It's also a combination of other things. Lately, I haven’t had any free time and it's difficult to find the time I need to write a post well. I also find myself wondering how much of what I feel really belongs on this page and how much should stay in my head. It's difficult to tell whether it's the mood disorders talking right now or common sense. Perhaps it's just one more of the things I find overpowering for no good reason at the moment.

I meant to post sooner but I got an unexpected call from my friend and blogger Abhi who told me he was in town and wanted to meet up before he left to Mumbai. I was introduced to him by my best friend Imcha a couple of years ago. Abhi, short for Abhishek, was this charming young man who spent hours talking to me about myth, history and art- I’m just very interested in it and he just happens to know loads about it. I know he’ll turn quite red in the face reading this but he’s one person I’ve always been in awe of. He is quite an inspiring person, a talented artist, an amazing singer and he speaks of art with such passion that it can literally get you high. If you have a minute and are in the mood for clicking and viewing unique pieces of art, click the link on the link is listed below!

http://www.abhiart.blogspot.com/

His recent work differs from the sketches he showed me when I first knew him. Now it’s more free form and fluid. To see his work in color with a more intuitive approach makes you wonder what he was thinking while sketching. The ability to paint his emotions is what I find so therapeutic about his art.

Under the ‘Blogged’ banner you will notice a slideshow of Ev’s Wish list, developed in order to help my friends figure out what to buy me for my birthday. Now come on, with a list like that, how can you guys not love me? I've been seriously planning my party from the decorations to the caterers to the seating arrangements and… I’m gonna have an inflatable bed. Talk about going all out! While I have an idea of what I'm going to do, I'm still kind of freaking out and nervous and excited and proud and brimming with all sorts of emotions about the whole thing. Cons- My nerves will probably take over me on the real day. Pros- Everyone will rush up to me after the party and stutter breathlessly that they loved it. I will thank them very calmly and tell them I had a great time. And the worry that my body would suffer would be worth it just to see them love my party.

And Dex is coming!

He’s had his priorities drastically misplaced for so long so I didn’t even include his name in the guest list but after his surprise call last night, he assured me that he wouldn’t miss the big day.
I feel kind of lame using this blog as a platform for publicizing my birthday, so I'm going to do my best to keep it to a minimum. That being said, next Friday, Sep 26th I’ll be throwing my birthday party as Wed (my actual birth-day) will just be too difficult for people to make it.
Hey, I might be growing out of being a youngster but I’ve got to come back as a star.

.....And I finally have the soundtrack to WALL-E. Sung by Peter Gabriel, here is ‘Down to Earth’

A Weekend with Ash

On Friday I went clothes shopping with my friend Ash, who has a terrific sense of style. Afterwards I went to her place to stay over for the night. One of my favorite things about Ash is that, she can and does make a diagnosis of people at the drop of a hat- My friends, men I introduce her to and people we pass on the street. It’s all very disturbing but true. So while I met her to get details of what she had been up to she ended up dissecting my life. After that we talked about how we had to figure out our lives; we discussed careers, what most of our friends were up to, and a plan to move to her list of most livable cities in India. Among our many pastimes, Ash and I count discussing our dislike for marriage as one of our favorites. This is because our approaches on the subject allow for maximum conflict and arguing with parents. Eventually, after a great many frustrating conversations, we have been able to reach a compromise: we will live together at the age of 30 when our folks have given up on us. This satisfies both my need for someone caring to live with and the desire to have a person that understands me completely. She has that look that makes you want to sit on her couch and tell her about your mother. Our friendship developed in college. She was a cheerful girl whose open face and sprightly demeanor allowed her to make jokes about anyone or anything. She spared no one, not even me and that’s why I was terribly fond of her. I realize my good friend will be highly uncomfortable with being discussed online but that’s just something she’ll have to deal with, on her own.

Though the continuous disappointment and relentless drama in my life, have been the core of this blog since its initiation, the permutation of good friends and decent drugs has meant that they are joined every once in a while by something impending, if not contentment, at least glimpses of it.

In a week and a half, I will enter my 25th year on this earth. I have been trying and trying to figure out how the hell to celebrate it. A couple of months ago I had the most brilliant idea anyone's had since slicing bread: I would invite my crew to join me at this local pub and they would drink in my honor to The Doors and Jimi Hendrix (okay, not so brilliant or new). But my heart isn’t in it.

My friends who are way past twenty five tell me that twenty five is much better than twenty.
I am full of hope that this is true. I mean, they could hardly be worse, could they?

Could they?

I went for the movie WALL-E in the morning with Tony, Runa, Ruan, Runa’s little sister and her friend. We felt like kids again (or I did, anyway) as we watched the movie. What’s not to love? The movie has cute little robots that make you go awwwww….
I did like one particular song performed by Peter Gabriel that played while the credits rolled. Until I get my hands on it, I guess I’ll have to stick to uploading this track by Keane on today’s post.

Alternative rock giants Keane was on the top of their form when they came out with ‘To the End of The Earth’ in 2001 that was part of the B-Sides not released on albums. True to the genre, the track, ranged from 3 to 4 minutes. This song encompasses a wealth of piano rock, with Tom Chaplin producing some of the best singing of his career. Click on the player and have a listen to ‘To the End of The Earth’. You’ll love it.