Sunday, October 03, 2004
Of Delinquent Roosters, Bombay Ducks, et al
Yesterday was a momentous day, not only because I shifted into a new place, but I found a place in Bangalore which serves Bombay duck, or 'Bombil'. Not surprisingly, it is at a place called Bombay Post. Nice place where the 3 of us (Shylesh, Prashant and me) landed up at 10:30 last night (which is late by Bangalore standards) and ate like gluttons. Had amazing Aam ka panna. It was so good that I had 3 of them! Came back absolutely full and crashed.
Was sleeping blissfully when I was disturbed by a familiar cock-a-doodle do. It still seemed night to me. However, roosters are supposed to be the alarm clock since times immemorial. I should give it the benefit of doubt, I thought, and referred my mobile for the time. 4:40 AM. Definitely night! Cock-a-doodle-do, insisted the rooster. He wanted to make sure that the vast multitude that the call centre junta is, this being bangalore, should not miss their early morning shift. I groaned inwardly and prayed that this specimen would see the light (well.... not literally) and put itself on snooze mode, to be activated at a more reasonable hour. Surely enought after about 10 cock-a-doodle-dos well spaced with an irritating 15 seconds gap in between it stopped. I slept. And I slept fitfully for almost 12 hours more. In between I got up to talk to someone on the phone, to drink water, or to pee. But essentially I slept till 4 PM. And guess what was constant in those 12 hours.? Yes. The rooster. I recall hearing it at around 10ish, 12ish, and somewhere in between. The same 10 odd cock-a-doodle-dos intersperced with 15 seconds of anxiety.
But this is not all. Was this a one off night? Does this rooster behave like this every day? Are the owners of this rooster Type A businessmen who sleep only 3 hours and care a damn about anyone who needs more? Are the neighbours of the owner on their last tether and will celebrate with sweet corn chicken soup tonight? Only time will tell.
On the home front, went furniture shopping today as well. Saw some amazing sofas at one shop. Real sexy ones. And very costly too. At another shop saw really good double beds. These were really really expensive! Shit, why am i not rich?! Wouldnt buying this make me happy? It sure would. And if I had money I could buy it! Who says money cant buy happiness? Well, it may not be able to buy ALL the happiness, but it can certainly make a delta improvement in your happiness levels. To which some smart ass philosopher will come and say that it is not happiness money can buy; only pleasure. Crap and bullshit! Who decides? In my case I do. And I will rely on sensory perception. What makes me feel good, makes me feel good, by whatever name you call it. Even considering the happiness vs. pleasure pov, (pleasure being momentary, fleeting, and based on external stimulii, happiness being internal and long lasting) I dont see whats the problem. Considering what generosity the creator has shown in deciding the lifespan of the average human, money can certainly provide enough feel good for another measly 50 years that I have...
Was sleeping blissfully when I was disturbed by a familiar cock-a-doodle do. It still seemed night to me. However, roosters are supposed to be the alarm clock since times immemorial. I should give it the benefit of doubt, I thought, and referred my mobile for the time. 4:40 AM. Definitely night! Cock-a-doodle-do, insisted the rooster. He wanted to make sure that the vast multitude that the call centre junta is, this being bangalore, should not miss their early morning shift. I groaned inwardly and prayed that this specimen would see the light (well.... not literally) and put itself on snooze mode, to be activated at a more reasonable hour. Surely enought after about 10 cock-a-doodle-dos well spaced with an irritating 15 seconds gap in between it stopped. I slept. And I slept fitfully for almost 12 hours more. In between I got up to talk to someone on the phone, to drink water, or to pee. But essentially I slept till 4 PM. And guess what was constant in those 12 hours.? Yes. The rooster. I recall hearing it at around 10ish, 12ish, and somewhere in between. The same 10 odd cock-a-doodle-dos intersperced with 15 seconds of anxiety.
But this is not all. Was this a one off night? Does this rooster behave like this every day? Are the owners of this rooster Type A businessmen who sleep only 3 hours and care a damn about anyone who needs more? Are the neighbours of the owner on their last tether and will celebrate with sweet corn chicken soup tonight? Only time will tell.
On the home front, went furniture shopping today as well. Saw some amazing sofas at one shop. Real sexy ones. And very costly too. At another shop saw really good double beds. These were really really expensive! Shit, why am i not rich?! Wouldnt buying this make me happy? It sure would. And if I had money I could buy it! Who says money cant buy happiness? Well, it may not be able to buy ALL the happiness, but it can certainly make a delta improvement in your happiness levels. To which some smart ass philosopher will come and say that it is not happiness money can buy; only pleasure. Crap and bullshit! Who decides? In my case I do. And I will rely on sensory perception. What makes me feel good, makes me feel good, by whatever name you call it. Even considering the happiness vs. pleasure pov, (pleasure being momentary, fleeting, and based on external stimulii, happiness being internal and long lasting) I dont see whats the problem. Considering what generosity the creator has shown in deciding the lifespan of the average human, money can certainly provide enough feel good for another measly 50 years that I have...
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I could be a smarter ass philosopher than the one you deride, but I'm choosing to let the rooster do all the hollering.
naaa...money can be a royal pain in the ass sometimes...buuut..yeah money can make life much easier
and think abt it once u buy a sexy sofa ud be compelled to find someone sexier to make out on it with...atleast i wud...too much work that is...same goes for double bed
and think abt it once u buy a sexy sofa ud be compelled to find someone sexier to make out on it with...atleast i wud...too much work that is...same goes for double bed
naaah! sofas are not appropriate- too soft and cushiony. unless u'r talking about the narrow sleek ones. naah! too narrow and too hard.
stick to beds my friends, unless you're a young and fit 16 yr old.
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stick to beds my friends, unless you're a young and fit 16 yr old.
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