After years of obdurate resistance I must confess I have finally succumbed: tea drinkers of the world rejoice, ye now have me in your ranks!! Officially a member on the strength of the three cups of cafe chai (more milk than tea, more sugar even while we're at it) that I once had to combat a recurring cough, I believe i can now endure the hoi-polloi brews, and maybe even seretly enjoy them. Though still can't stand coffee. And maybe it has something to do with the cafe too: the magical charm of Mohan - who with a smile can talk you into practically anything, while giving you his machis and bumming a fag; and the persuasive grumpy facade of Bhaiyyan, who stops so rarely that whenever he does you want to cash in on the moment and order something while you've got the chance. Ah, of all the men in my life, I always miss most those who serve me everyday, my own personal (somewhat limited) genii.
Its funny how a post on anything now tends to degenerate into a (Quasi/Psuedo/Pre?) nostalgic eulogy on this rapidly receding world of psuedo/wannabe Quads, Dons, Gyps, and Intellectuals - but none the worse for that, and probably the better. If aspiration is proof of life, this is the most alive place I've ever been: so many dreamers walking main corr. that the whole place gets a surreal,dreamy feel to it, as dreams meet, intersect, copulate, part ways or merely chill out, cradled in a haze of bittersweet smoke.
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aaah well i had to hit it sometime, you don't have a copyright on this sorta senti you know... that reminds me, can you mail me the movie... just try as attachment.
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