Monday, February 19, 2007

From a grumble at half a precious Sunday wasted in social niceties, the memory of a ten-minute walk past the main road in Matunga is redemption. You walk past rows of hawkers with heaps of color-matched fruits, greens and vegetables; drink in that fresh-bread scent from the bakery with the quaint roof and ancient wood-fired ovens; gaze wide-eyed at the inspired rose-and-jasmine garlands at the roadside vendors; peer past the clouds of incense and devotees at the South Indian temple; notice how second hand copies of books by Nick Carter and Theodore Roosevelt are lined up for sale on the cobblestone pavement at exactly the same cut rate price; watch the serpentine queue outside Café Madras and then make your way to the highway, you go home. Suddenly, the day seems much more interesting than it did earlier.

13 comments:

Prerona said...

nothing is ever wasted my love
have changed template - check and approve. x

Anonymous said...

Hey Austy! I was so happy that u rembd...vow...i'm really so happy now :-)
Ok i blog now too...some short stories here & there...my blog id is on the link. If u get the time, do read.
U know sthg altho we've never met, & i'm meetin u now after 3 whole yrs...i sure feel a connect to u...started readin u'r blogs with Amboli jottings :-) U have an amazin way to describe things...jus a market place but how lovely u describe it...u will always be my favorites :-)

Anonymous said...

Mine too :)

Anonymous said...

A precious moment full of life, see smell love, a gentle touch.
Thank you.

austere said...

ricer- didnt see a change?! I need a contrast between the font col and bkgrd color pls. pls?

prajakta- YES! and that time when you had new clothes stitched , a new SK, how excited you were..will read your blog in a while. so good to have you back, now read read read, and be there, ok?

e- what? why? who? where? hmm. eh.

mago- we say in India, a spoonfull of butter and sugar for you. but thanks :)It felt good to read.

AmitL said...

fresh-bread scent from the bakery(I remember the scent near Vile Parle..Windsor/Glucose?)Hey,wow..Nick Carter novels?I'd love to get some of them...been ages since I read any...very nice observations...I see u walk with eyes and ears(and nose?)open.:)

austere said...

that, amit, is "parla brijjj", and smell depends on the biscuit they are baking, so anything from vanila to chocolate to glucose..Nick Carter for ten bucks each... haan, soaking in allllll the sights.
:)

AmitL said...

Wow...such a quick reply to the comments.:)

AmitL said...

Yes,it was Parle Bridge I was talking about...lots of fond memories of the area-and, Nick Carter for 10 bucks??Drooolll...buy a few dozen for me.:)Here,they cost anywhere near 25-30 dirhams,if available.(Haven't bought any..haha)

sanguine said...

wAAAh sunil babuuuuuuuuuu !!

austere said...

amit-very old copies. very very old copies. eh. madam ka maika is in parla?

sanguine- yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! Is that a welcome? YES!

Anonymous said...

Wah wah.
Is same madras café where I went …?

austere said...

nahi ji.
This is far away from the sea.