Chiffonesque

My book to your story My spotlight to your show My defiance to your destiny My yes to your no

At times, looking into your eyes Is like star-gazing at the skies When in the darkness, I find The light of what the fragile left behind.

I reproduce correspondence with a friend from a couple of days ago. The series of emails made me wonder if men and women can ever fully know what the other one’s talking about. I haven't edited anything - even the typos committed in agitation remain. What we said to each other and why is bizarre enough. Here goes: Mail 1: From: FRIEND@some e-mail address Sent: Friday, February 17, 2012 10:15 AM To: ME@ some other email address Subject: RE: wrote a poem Good Day. One good movie that I saw & would recommend anyone is “Pyar Ka Punchnama” or Autopsy of Love. J It clearly shows how girls in Cities manipulate guys. They have a lot going on in their life and how they use many guys for their personal benefit. It is so true and movie is hilarious. Most guys from cities will identify with the 3 main male leads in the movie and must have been a victim sometime in their life.  Watch it you will love it. Got 2 mock interviews today. Mail 2: From: ME@ some email address Sent: Frida

Long hours of yearning Some respite at last Many hours of baying For some moonlight in a glass

Shouting at those walls, what? Hurling all those stones, For ‘freedom’, tearing down those walls, what? And orphaning all those homes.

Saturday night at Hard Rock Cafe was okay. The 'Me too' attitude of the place and the sorry service was a downer (apparently having tattoos and sporting a ponytail is a waiter's license to be rude to patrons) as was Indian Ocean. But the club has superb location. It  is beyond Koregaon Park and ABC farms. So, the route involves going past pretty little places decked up like tertiary fireflies. Also setting the mood are the cold, crisp Pune nights. Walking really is invigorating and my friends and I had a lovely moon to keep us company! Sunday, though, I thought I'd stay clear of venturing into any new territory and just stick to spots I knew well. So, in my head, the day would involve being parked at Soharb Hall. I'd spend a solid hour at a cute, quirky store 'Either-Or'. (It has some pretty dresses in batik prints and cowl necks - very hippie-sipping-champagne type of stylish!) Then I'd go to Crossword and spend a few hours there. Yes. Sohrab hall, it

To anyone shopping around for clubbing options in Pune, here's what I recommend: Skip Hard Rock - especially when they do 'cutting-edge' stuff like get Indian Ocean (Indian Ocean?!?!$!) to play  their songs from 5th century BC. (I'm pretty sure Kandisa dates back to that time by now.) And when the crowd wants an encore (why they wanted it after the band modified a perfectly good song and made it gimmicky is beyond me!), some dolled up chick comes up on stage and says, "Please let them go now. They played for you and they are tired." Now, that's what we love to hear about our rockers! Instead just head over to Cafe Leo's (in the same vicinity) and try their olive risotto or their cream and pesto fusilli. Tasty food, charming ambience, and (if that kind of thing means any thing to you), an off-shoot of the Mumbai Leopold's. And if you do really want the 'Hard Rock' experience, just head to Mumbai.

That time slipped in, that night slipped out That life just fell off the hook When the sky and the world fell away like peels And I read the coffee asI sipped the book. ( Got scribbled in my head on one of those wonderful Pune evenings.)