So it turned out really well. Despite everything that may have turned the whole evening unfortunate, I realised that a good company is what one needs at the end of a drunken literary event. And who else, but in the company of the lit-lot can you find great amusement, serious conversations and a great share inebriated humour?
Mr Rock n' Roll Circus had a plan that we shall try and skip the early bit of the poetry reading and ghazals, and be there at such a time when things start turning slightly better. We were scared that we would be cramped in the BCL Audi, and a smoke desire could cause great distraction. Luckily, it was not inside but outside. Beneath the stars, with lights poetically arrayed which hung like curtains on both sides, besides the ever beautiful bar. The seating was arranged in the fashion of what I think Bahadur Shah Zafar may have liked and had. There was the stage in front of us where William sat with the musicians (that was the boring bit) but it didn't last for too long.
He didn't come with me, so I made my way early. Getting in was a bit of a case. There was one chap who barged in with me, kept following me like a shadow to clear the security while murmuring to allow him in with me. I was a bit afraid, you see I didn't want to let in a suicide bomber along. I had no clue who the hell he was. Anyway, he was caught because he was such a bad actor, and his nervousness failed him to enter.
Trip was the first one I met. The programme started and we slipped out to catch a smoke, basically to miss the music. Met eM and Duck of Destiny on the side where people were coming, we smoked some more and killed time. eM was pissed, and every time she woukld give me the look and I would stare hard at the dust on my shoes. We heard sounds of clapping, thought it was over and headed in. It hadn't. But the music sounded better probably cause we knew it was now going to end soon.
Saw the The Bigger Picture and the Edit Page team march in. The Bigger Picture, took his place next to the bar making polite conversation with the bartender. Some firang landed and started talking to him about some Defence deal, and he suddenly turned around and shouted: "Pass me the beer now, the show is over!" The show had just got over and there was this sudden brief silence, and almost everyone turned around to see him grabbing his drink. That was cool.
eM was sweet and didn't grill me much after that, she had the very cool hat. I discussed The Dude with Duck of Destiny in one of his short story. Mr R'n'R landed up and I bummed a few cigarettes of him. Tokyo Arrived was around. Nilanjana and Annie were looking really special and nice. Spoke to Lax about The Pirate's career decision move. Megh and Lil' Sam were also there, and we were all sharing laughs. There were some people I knew, I socialised as they say.
After all that we all got more drunk and some of us rushed to Pandara for food. Lil' Sam and the Duck of Destiny randomly disappeared -- met some outlaws, Bangladeshi's, some funny named pub, all in 15 minutes -- but were there for dinner. And I was a happier person at the end of it all.
Mr Rock n' Roll Circus had a plan that we shall try and skip the early bit of the poetry reading and ghazals, and be there at such a time when things start turning slightly better. We were scared that we would be cramped in the BCL Audi, and a smoke desire could cause great distraction. Luckily, it was not inside but outside. Beneath the stars, with lights poetically arrayed which hung like curtains on both sides, besides the ever beautiful bar. The seating was arranged in the fashion of what I think Bahadur Shah Zafar may have liked and had. There was the stage in front of us where William sat with the musicians (that was the boring bit) but it didn't last for too long.
He didn't come with me, so I made my way early. Getting in was a bit of a case. There was one chap who barged in with me, kept following me like a shadow to clear the security while murmuring to allow him in with me. I was a bit afraid, you see I didn't want to let in a suicide bomber along. I had no clue who the hell he was. Anyway, he was caught because he was such a bad actor, and his nervousness failed him to enter.
Trip was the first one I met. The programme started and we slipped out to catch a smoke, basically to miss the music. Met eM and Duck of Destiny on the side where people were coming, we smoked some more and killed time. eM was pissed, and every time she woukld give me the look and I would stare hard at the dust on my shoes. We heard sounds of clapping, thought it was over and headed in. It hadn't. But the music sounded better probably cause we knew it was now going to end soon.
Saw the The Bigger Picture and the Edit Page team march in. The Bigger Picture, took his place next to the bar making polite conversation with the bartender. Some firang landed and started talking to him about some Defence deal, and he suddenly turned around and shouted: "Pass me the beer now, the show is over!" The show had just got over and there was this sudden brief silence, and almost everyone turned around to see him grabbing his drink. That was cool.
eM was sweet and didn't grill me much after that, she had the very cool hat. I discussed The Dude with Duck of Destiny in one of his short story. Mr R'n'R landed up and I bummed a few cigarettes of him. Tokyo Arrived was around. Nilanjana and Annie were looking really special and nice. Spoke to Lax about The Pirate's career decision move. Megh and Lil' Sam were also there, and we were all sharing laughs. There were some people I knew, I socialised as they say.
After all that we all got more drunk and some of us rushed to Pandara for food. Lil' Sam and the Duck of Destiny randomly disappeared -- met some outlaws, Bangladeshi's, some funny named pub, all in 15 minutes -- but were there for dinner. And I was a happier person at the end of it all.
posted by jairaj at Wednesday, November 01, 2006
7 Comments:
well sounds fascinating (is that irony or not, u figure it out) but im sorry i missed it. was assigned other things at the last moment :( so no poetry for me..but the book is great, just finished reading it
cool, was wondering where you were actually! not that I could recognise you, but still. (sigh) that's one bg journalism lesson, never know where your evening will end...
hmm there's a very simple way to recognise me..just look for the woman who is high on spirits and doing absolutely nothing remotely close to working..which is the reason im there in the first place :)
hickety..hick..hick!
n this blog post chat is annoying..especially since u're conveniently posting replies on ur own page, there's a chat box on my page if u wanna give in any special inputs..cheers!
sounds fun!
danggit, wish I could have been there, do like his stuff once in a while...plus would have loved to snag a copy of the new book...guess will have to wait until December (its obscene the number of books I buy when I get home but they are ridiculously expensive anywhere else)
Preorna: Yup!
Zaphod: Hehe, hard-luck man... I like his works but not all.
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