Purani Jeans

I have been seeing my CKB friends a lot these days, willingly or unwillingly. Of course, you don’t have much of a choice when people from different cities just land up at your place at night. At least for old times’ sake, for all those days you shared a room in college, for all those times you confided in each other and for all those annoying study sessions you shared, you just have to let them in, throw some stale food and some dirty clothes that you never wear and hope they leave soon. But of course they don’t. The cab they are supposed to take is also an accomplice it seems. It just refuses to turn up! Whatever you do, don’t book a Meru in Mumbai if you have to catch a flight…

And it was back to college: the same old songs, the daaru, the cribbing sessions: some things never change, even if the circumstances are different. Nothing like old times and old people to bring back the faith, the trust and the happiness. And sometimes, just sometimes, new people also add to it. And new experiences like exploring quaint old places or local festivals help you discover the hidden charms of Mumbai. Of course, we reduced the artistic aspect of the Kala Ghoda Festival to leaching at the scantily dressed crowd or gathering enough data points to discuss at lunchtime at work and show off our ‘acute appreciation for the finer things in life’: a desperate attempt to impress your boss or a colleague for a date…

Finally, Yeh Saali Zindagi is quite a treat. I am not ashamed to declare that I find Chitrangada Singh very attractive.

And what do you know, may be, just may be, zindaagi aint such a bitch after all…