Guess this is what they call ‘The Christmas Blues’.Think-The scene from ‘Bridget Jones’ Diary’ where Rene’e Zellweger watches tv alone on Christmas night,gets drunk and sings Celine Dion’s ‘All by myself’.There were slight differences in my case,such as- it was Handel’s messiah that was playing and maybe the rum in the cake was what got me high.anyhoooo..Hey!my weekend was great okie?and I love Delhi.Had super-duper time except for Monday evening when ‘it’ happened.
Was out with sunshine on Saturday-shopping at Pallika Bazar,Karol Bagh n’ Connaught Place..finally watched ‘the crappiest movie ever made’-Dhoom2 (the stunts were meant to be ‘cool’ and every1 looked stunning)-just that I hate ash from the bottom of my heart and also my bottom since college after watching an interview she did with David Letterman.It was a total pain sitting through the movie and that too when we’d bought 2 extra tickets because i lost the first 2…sad huh?i know!!
Sunday was again great….walked to church(This pic was taken while walking to church) Delhi is a beauty man!Thanx to Sir Edwin Lutyens. Was at church with Asha- junior friend from school.Hung around in CP again and ate at a Thai joint.Green Lamb was heavenly!!Headed to my cousins place and together went to a watch a Christmas play-’The Great Christmas Robbery’ in which Asha played Mary.Bought her ‘100 years of solitude’ as a belated birthday gift ‘cos she’d been wanting to read it.The irony!
Christmas service on Monday morning was just ok but the ride back home on the Delhi metro was amazing…You see-Delhi itself could be made 3 distinct countries- 1)Delhi Metro Service-I’m talking abt the local trains 2)Connaught place,the malls & the Express highways and 3) The rest of Delhi.Seriously the metro is world-class stuff man!!-They’re gearing up for the Commonwealth Games-2010.
Was at another cousin’s place the rest of the day and they’d to go meet a few friends.So I just snuggled in on the couch and watched tv…Don’t know whether it was ajochan’s call(He was the only one who called to wish…the Psycho Godfather himself) or the cumulative effect of dwelling on regret that I didn’t apply for leave,over the week when every1 at work were flashing tickets and discussing vacation plans…or was it the fact that mostly my whole gang was together now in Banglore or Chennai..maybe ‘cos Simon and Garfunkel’s ‘Sound of Silence’ has been stuck in my ‘khopadi’ for the last 2 days…or maybe ‘cos it rained here( I got this ‘thing‘ for rain.. dunno.. makes me nostalgic or something- I sing better when it rains…I think) or maybe ‘cos there is a school reunion arranged back home and many of the old boys are gonna be there.. Nobody wants to be alone for Christmas.
Called RepenC and talked to Meperipin too..and u know what happens when the ’sound guy’ doesn’t sound ‘pindi’-ish enough on the phone..RepenC sensed something wasn’t right..Soon after that calls started flowing in-Jeperipin, Dapanipiepel, and Pupunnepen.. Later today- Dopodopkopoch and Sopooporapaj. “Sniff sniff I smell a rat”..6 months in Banglore and Jeperipin is just the same-he sends me the message that was meant for RepenC saying-”Yeah,you’re right..he doesn’t sound alright”….Jackass!! And a minute later RepenC calls again- I’m like-”You’re so stupid..has any1 ever told u that?” 
I should add…Very sweet too..
Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of
A neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one deared
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools said i,you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the signs said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.
I’m grateful..for the blessing that are friends..’cos U are the guys who make this ride worthwhile..Allow me to quote Tux “We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.” Let me try and not make this mushy.. This is to all who I’ve rubbed shoulders with over the years,those who’ve felt the freedom to invade privacy and ask ‘Wats wrong?’ when things didn’t seem right, those who’ve knowingly or unknowingly left a piece of yourselves with me,those who’ve and who’ve not put up with jokes that would make u pull your hair out..hey! i do it on purpose okie?, those beeming faces in old photographs from school and college that bring back sweet memories of great years gone by, partners in crimes (Pindians and Xtremes), fellow musicians who I’ve played with anytime,those who’ve inspired me, those who’ve commanded respect and anyone reading this who doesn’t fit in any of the above…MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE!! THE KING OF KINGS IS BORN!
