Just got back from S and R's place. I'd gone there ostensibly to help out H with making a pitch for some funding he's trying to raise for his venture.
So after exactly 6 minutes discussion where we created one slide on what should go into the pitch, we started watching this movie called "Did you hear about the Morgans" on their big screen TV (pause for jealous rants about the TV)
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What a fake movie!
It's one of the most predictable attempt-at-a-romantic-comedy I've seen in a while. And that is also forgivable if the movie is well made! I mean, was this the same Hugh Grant who gave us that iconic Notting Hill? He looks old and jaded. Which is ok, years and the high living he does will get to a man, but he looks like he's doing the movie because he needs the money! He's been through similar roles for most of his career and this last one has him looking bored and uninterested. The dead pan lines in the Brit accent are there but are so predictable that you groan rather than laugh at most of them (a couple are good though)
Sarah Jessica Parker is the female lead of the movie. Now I'll have to admit that I do enjoy watching Sex and the City. I mean I don't follow it religiously but don't mind watching it. Sarah is quite good in the show but here she looks like she's made of plastic. She's just playing a whole bunch of stereotypes which she associates with being a city woman. And to top it all she's looking haggard in most of the movie.
Mix together a million rom-com cliches, add some more stereotypes about 'evil' city people and 'good yet simple' country people, a few cowboys, some shallow emotions - blend together.
No, no - don't bother blending too well. Any which way is fine.
And the result is a weak movie relying more on hope is produced.
Very weak movie.
Joke of the day: You have to read this! :
http://www.mid-day.com/news/2010/feb/100210-mns-vice-president-valentines-day-hindi-music-album.htm
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Thursday, February 11, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Good First Half...
God knows I really needed a good weekend. And for a change, He obliged.
I know, I know, the weekend isn't quite over yet but I'm so glad the first part of the weekend has gone well that I'll share it with you (no, no. No need to thank me. It's my job to entertain you readers). So in a slightly forgotten tradition where I recount to you the adventures of my weekend and you ooh and ah and write comments like:
"What an adventurous and exciting life you live Swapnil!"
"Oh, I wish I did half the interesting things you do on one typical weekend...in a YEAR!!"
"Oh Swapnil, I wish I was as good looking as you"
Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a tad on the last one.
Anyway, moving on (sic), I finally succumbed to my low spirits and left office a bit early on Friday evening. Plans were already afoot to meet DU but they were affected by the little case of she losing her cell phone and hence going incommunicado.
(As an aside, how dependent have we become on the cell phone even to meet up with people? I was actually struggling to remember how humans used to decide on a time and place to meet AND then stick to it instead of constantly changing it based on the current location of the people, traffic, weather and what not, which you constantly check by calling and re-calling the cellphone)
So we (eventually) managed to reach the same point in space and time and after checking out a few cell phone stores decided to ditch necessity in favour of pleasure - umm, decided to get something to eat rather than continue our quest for the elusive phone. Priority was clearly on unwinding after the rather rough week both of us had had.
Finally, the evening got interesting! I have been moping around the house a bit and haven't really tried many new eating places in the last 3-4 weeks.
We went to this place called 64 near my house but had to come out because, I don't know, the menu just didn't seem any different from any continental place you go to.
So next we decided to go to Pizzeria Romano which is actually a multi-cuisine restaurant and not just a Italian place as the name suggests. Now this place is really amazing to look at. Great decor (they have sloping mirrors on the ceiling!). The pictures of the food were sublime and we walked in with extremely high expectations. Actually, we should've gone with lower expectations - though I don't know how low we'd have to go to reach the levels we encountered (especially in context to the exorbitant prices).
Each course and cuisine was a disaster. Over-toasted bruschettas laden with thick cheese (Cheese? On Bruschettas? Really? It kinda kills it's fresh tomatoes appeal)without even a faint smattering of olive oil. We thought we could try some arabian cuisine - again based on the spectacular pictures on the advertising board outside. So falafel was ordered hoping for redemption. Never came. The redemption I mean. Very very ordinary. Nothing to write home or on this blog about.
So we put our head together and by sheer combined brilliance decided that considering the place is called "Pizzeria Romano", we should order a pizza.
And though the pizza was good, the service really killed it for us. The steward actually dropped a slice (toppings side down) and then instead of replacing the placemat, just wiped it!And then, I missed noticing it, but they actually charged for the whole pizza! That's just really really bad management - it kills any chance of a repeat visit.
So the food was definitely not helping in improving the bad taste (pun intended) of the week gone by, but it was just so good to finally get out of the house and not fester there that I didn't mind too much.
Wrapped up the evening by getting a couple of pints at a new pub nearby called Olio. Recently opened, the place is nice. And the best part was that they didn't rush us out as the dreaded deadline approached. They let us nurse our pints at our own pace and I really liked that about the place.
A good evening, and SO good to go out for a bit.
Saturday dawned nice and early because we had to meet again as DU was to compete in a corporate challenge. She's an amazing singer (mentioned earlier:http://swappinglives.blogspot.com/2008/01/karaoke.html ) and was representing her company in the contest and I thought I'd go see how such things work (I mean let's be serious, there is no way that I'm ever going to see such events from a participants viewpoint!). After the normal no-cellphone confusion of the morning we managed to meet again and went to the contest in far off Whitefield. It started late but was a good contest with some good singers. DU sang really well, as usual. She sang: You're so Vain.
The contest was really going on and on, and the more we stayed there the more we bought stuff that was depleting the wallet, so we got out and had lunch at this hotel called Zuri. Very nice hotel with good buffet food. Was a good place.
But the best was yet to come!
They have a pool on a terrace midway up the hotel. A brilliant breeze was blowing across it and the sun was just the right temperature. The inviting deckchairs just could not be ignored and we just lazed around for an hour (or two). I'm not sure but I think I dozed off for a while as well...
Ah, to enjoy the beach in the heart of the city!
Really nice Saturday after quite a while.
And tomorrow D is coming down from Mumbai for some work! It's always fun to catch up with her, and it's been a while as well. Should be great!
This type of weekend just couldn't have come at a better time! Yay!
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I know, I know, the weekend isn't quite over yet but I'm so glad the first part of the weekend has gone well that I'll share it with you (no, no. No need to thank me. It's my job to entertain you readers). So in a slightly forgotten tradition where I recount to you the adventures of my weekend and you ooh and ah and write comments like:
"What an adventurous and exciting life you live Swapnil!"
"Oh, I wish I did half the interesting things you do on one typical weekend...in a YEAR!!"
"Oh Swapnil, I wish I was as good looking as you"
Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a tad on the last one.
Anyway, moving on (sic), I finally succumbed to my low spirits and left office a bit early on Friday evening. Plans were already afoot to meet DU but they were affected by the little case of she losing her cell phone and hence going incommunicado.
(As an aside, how dependent have we become on the cell phone even to meet up with people? I was actually struggling to remember how humans used to decide on a time and place to meet AND then stick to it instead of constantly changing it based on the current location of the people, traffic, weather and what not, which you constantly check by calling and re-calling the cellphone)
So we (eventually) managed to reach the same point in space and time and after checking out a few cell phone stores decided to ditch necessity in favour of pleasure - umm, decided to get something to eat rather than continue our quest for the elusive phone. Priority was clearly on unwinding after the rather rough week both of us had had.
Finally, the evening got interesting! I have been moping around the house a bit and haven't really tried many new eating places in the last 3-4 weeks.
We went to this place called 64 near my house but had to come out because, I don't know, the menu just didn't seem any different from any continental place you go to.
So next we decided to go to Pizzeria Romano which is actually a multi-cuisine restaurant and not just a Italian place as the name suggests. Now this place is really amazing to look at. Great decor (they have sloping mirrors on the ceiling!). The pictures of the food were sublime and we walked in with extremely high expectations. Actually, we should've gone with lower expectations - though I don't know how low we'd have to go to reach the levels we encountered (especially in context to the exorbitant prices).
Each course and cuisine was a disaster. Over-toasted bruschettas laden with thick cheese (Cheese? On Bruschettas? Really? It kinda kills it's fresh tomatoes appeal)without even a faint smattering of olive oil. We thought we could try some arabian cuisine - again based on the spectacular pictures on the advertising board outside. So falafel was ordered hoping for redemption. Never came. The redemption I mean. Very very ordinary. Nothing to write home or on this blog about.
So we put our head together and by sheer combined brilliance decided that considering the place is called "Pizzeria Romano", we should order a pizza.
And though the pizza was good, the service really killed it for us. The steward actually dropped a slice (toppings side down) and then instead of replacing the placemat, just wiped it!And then, I missed noticing it, but they actually charged for the whole pizza! That's just really really bad management - it kills any chance of a repeat visit.
So the food was definitely not helping in improving the bad taste (pun intended) of the week gone by, but it was just so good to finally get out of the house and not fester there that I didn't mind too much.
Wrapped up the evening by getting a couple of pints at a new pub nearby called Olio. Recently opened, the place is nice. And the best part was that they didn't rush us out as the dreaded deadline approached. They let us nurse our pints at our own pace and I really liked that about the place.
A good evening, and SO good to go out for a bit.
Saturday dawned nice and early because we had to meet again as DU was to compete in a corporate challenge. She's an amazing singer (mentioned earlier:http://swappinglives.blogspot.com/2008/01/karaoke.html ) and was representing her company in the contest and I thought I'd go see how such things work (I mean let's be serious, there is no way that I'm ever going to see such events from a participants viewpoint!). After the normal no-cellphone confusion of the morning we managed to meet again and went to the contest in far off Whitefield. It started late but was a good contest with some good singers. DU sang really well, as usual. She sang: You're so Vain.
The contest was really going on and on, and the more we stayed there the more we bought stuff that was depleting the wallet, so we got out and had lunch at this hotel called Zuri. Very nice hotel with good buffet food. Was a good place.
But the best was yet to come!
They have a pool on a terrace midway up the hotel. A brilliant breeze was blowing across it and the sun was just the right temperature. The inviting deckchairs just could not be ignored and we just lazed around for an hour (or two). I'm not sure but I think I dozed off for a while as well...
Ah, to enjoy the beach in the heart of the city!
Really nice Saturday after quite a while.
And tomorrow D is coming down from Mumbai for some work! It's always fun to catch up with her, and it's been a while as well. Should be great!
This type of weekend just couldn't have come at a better time! Yay!
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Thursday, February 4, 2010
Two Good Boys at Home...
As the loyal readers of this blog know I stay in a nice little house in NGV with a old college friend of mine, PS.
Now, bachelor pads across the world share certain characteristics:
For instance such homes are the picture of cleanliness with spotless floors, clean fans, well made beds with fresh sheets, all shoes arranged in expensive and elegant shoe racks, laundry all done, well dusted windows covered with exquisite curtains, no glass containers containing potent liquids, wardrobes immaculately maintained with clothes arranged by colour, type of garment, occasion to wear that garment in etc etc...
Yeah, right.
So the ACTUAL description of our house, and it is probably one of the better maintained abodes, is..umm..a bit different. Hard as we try, the house does fall into a bit of disarray as the week progresses. (I don't know how girls keep their houses so spic and span. It's an art, I say - a mystery to the male species).
Now normally, we ignore such insignificantly small issues. We live by the principle of live and let live. We don't harm the piles of clothes and bunches of shoes in most rooms and they don't, in turn, harm us.
Thus things were going smoothly as usual when suddenly PS ran into the drawing room.
"Dude, we have a situation."
"what? The geyser's not working again? I'm going to have some really harsh words when that bloodsucking landlord comes for the rent! And..."
.
.
"Ho gaya? Main bol lun ab" (done with your blabbering? Can I speak now?) [Implicit meaning - you speak WAY too much mate. Put a lid on it)
"ok"
"Dad has a meeting in Bangalore. He'll come for a couple of days. Probably stay over for a night or two"
"Food, he's going to bring home food!! Yay!"
"Yes!"
(high five)
"But Swap, have you seen the condition of the house?"
"Yeah, it's fine, right?"
"Umm look at it from a parent's eye"
(5 second pause)
"Doomed! We're doomed! When is he coming? How the hell are we going to clean up?? Damn, damn, damn!"
"Ok, relax, we have 3 days"
"Dude, just look at it! We need a week atleast"
"We'll take it on a war footing. Just remember the Hitchhiker's Guide..."
(In unison)
"DON'T PANIC"
So, needless to say, we spent the next 2 days procrastinating and then spent one early evening AND late evening AND early night AND late night cleaning and hiding stuff.
Update: The visit went well. Uncle was pleased with our living arrangements
Further update: Yes, we got sweets from home. And no, they're not for you. We deserve every single piece of mithai!
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Now, bachelor pads across the world share certain characteristics:
For instance such homes are the picture of cleanliness with spotless floors, clean fans, well made beds with fresh sheets, all shoes arranged in expensive and elegant shoe racks, laundry all done, well dusted windows covered with exquisite curtains, no glass containers containing potent liquids, wardrobes immaculately maintained with clothes arranged by colour, type of garment, occasion to wear that garment in etc etc...
Yeah, right.
So the ACTUAL description of our house, and it is probably one of the better maintained abodes, is..umm..a bit different. Hard as we try, the house does fall into a bit of disarray as the week progresses. (I don't know how girls keep their houses so spic and span. It's an art, I say - a mystery to the male species).
Now normally, we ignore such insignificantly small issues. We live by the principle of live and let live. We don't harm the piles of clothes and bunches of shoes in most rooms and they don't, in turn, harm us.
Thus things were going smoothly as usual when suddenly PS ran into the drawing room.
"Dude, we have a situation."
"what? The geyser's not working again? I'm going to have some really harsh words when that bloodsucking landlord comes for the rent! And..."
.
.
"Ho gaya? Main bol lun ab" (done with your blabbering? Can I speak now?) [Implicit meaning - you speak WAY too much mate. Put a lid on it)
"ok"
"Dad has a meeting in Bangalore. He'll come for a couple of days. Probably stay over for a night or two"
"Food, he's going to bring home food!! Yay!"
"Yes!"
(high five)
"But Swap, have you seen the condition of the house?"
"Yeah, it's fine, right?"
"Umm look at it from a parent's eye"
(5 second pause)
"Doomed! We're doomed! When is he coming? How the hell are we going to clean up?? Damn, damn, damn!"
"Ok, relax, we have 3 days"
"Dude, just look at it! We need a week atleast"
"We'll take it on a war footing. Just remember the Hitchhiker's Guide..."
(In unison)
"DON'T PANIC"
So, needless to say, we spent the next 2 days procrastinating and then spent one early evening AND late evening AND early night AND late night cleaning and hiding stuff.
Update: The visit went well. Uncle was pleased with our living arrangements
Further update: Yes, we got sweets from home. And no, they're not for you. We deserve every single piece of mithai!
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Sunday, January 31, 2010
Dancing on Glass- a Poignant Play...
What a phenomenal play!
PS and I went to watch this play called "Dancing on Glass" at Rangashankara. Now I've seen a number of plays but this one is easily the most poignant yet funny, ironic yet tragic one I have ever seen. One of the finest dark comedies I have seen, nay experienced. A definite must watch whether for the plot itself or for the powerhouse performances by the two actors taking the audience along their twisted and tinged-with-optimism-and-guilt lives.
Having whet your curiosity about the play I can't really leave you without sharing some more about the plot.
The story revolves around two people living away from their respective homes in the IT capital of the country, possibly Bangalore. From the short conversations with their parents you can almost imagine their situation. Unsatisfied with the cocoon of their safe and slow homes they moved to the city where it's neither safe nor slow, where they are just a part of the milieu. Where their work gives them no joy, just a means to survive. And to top it all, too afraid to show that they're scared, too proud to go back to happier places and times with their families around them.
Shankar and Megha share a strange connection in this speedy city. Shankar is Megha's boyfriend Pradeep's flatmate. A typical small town guy who likes the girl (platonic) and assumes that Pradeep and Megha would marry and 'live happily ever after'. For that matter, even Pradeep and Megha share a strange relationship due to their work. They work in a call centre that works at night. And the topsy-turvyness of their work life spills over to their personal life and the most they see of each other is in the stressful environment of their night shift workplace.
Tragedy strikes and Pradeep, after going sleepless at work for two days, crashes his bike and dies when a lorry tramples him and keeps going. The play is about the aftermath of this tragedy and the effect it has on Shankar and Megha.
As Megha delves into her emotions, first towards herself and Pradeep, the tragedy and then the faint linings of silver on her dark clouds in the form of the simple yet loyal Shankar, she faces the biggest challenge of her life - guilt for the little joys that were coming and her feelings for her past. The guilt of seemingly abandoning the memories of her past while embracing a faintly positive future.
Shankar, on his part, faces something he has never faced before - a forlorn and hurting woman. Struggling with his own feelings, his work, his loyalty to a dead friend who was a good person (hence impossible to hate and justify falling for his girlfriend), Shankar also faces something he never did earlier - a woman that is beyond an adolescent sexual caricature of his mind but a real human being with feelings, ambitions and thoughts. Though it wasn't mentioned in the play, it is probably the first time he was ever interacting with a woman to the extent of having feelings for her.
And excellent play with some amazing dialogues. Humour that counterbalances and, on occasion, underlines the dark tragic undertones. The two actors Abhishek Majumdar and Meghana Mundkur have really given a superlative performance. Though Abhishek's Shankar comes out the crowd favourite with his mannerisms and easy to identify with situations (afterall the play was being staged in front of people living similar lives in Bangalore), I personally thought that Meghana Mundkur 's Megha was a brilliant performance. She did not have the benefit of having too many funny lines but she ensured that her role did not sink into a purely sad and angry heroine. She portrayed her subdued anger, desperation and struggle with internal and external demons amazingly. A wonderful performance (As an aside I seem to recognize her from an earlier play by a group called Evam. A Monty Python short play. I'm not sure but I think she's the same actress)
The play has completed it's run in Rangashankara but I hope it comes back again. And if you get a chance, do go and see it. Highly recommended.
PS: And whenever you go to see the play, do observe the markings on the stage. It'll be very interesting to interpret them.
PPS: The markings actually form a flow chart which most people with a IT background will understand. The decision box (the diamond/ rhombus)is strategically located in a spot where the protagonists face their realities and raise questions about their lives. And also where their lives first intersect.
PPPS: As the significance of the markings struck me, I had a vision of going high above the stage and zooming backwards while looking at the flowchart from a distance. The bigger image would be two flowcharts for both the people starting at their birth and going on till their death. These two flowcharts come together at a decision box, this phase of their life, a small homogenization of a single element of their life. Who knows, for all you know, their flowcharts (lives?)may diverge again after sometime. We don't know, but that's what makes it even more poignant...
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PS and I went to watch this play called "Dancing on Glass" at Rangashankara. Now I've seen a number of plays but this one is easily the most poignant yet funny, ironic yet tragic one I have ever seen. One of the finest dark comedies I have seen, nay experienced. A definite must watch whether for the plot itself or for the powerhouse performances by the two actors taking the audience along their twisted and tinged-with-optimism-and-guilt lives.
Having whet your curiosity about the play I can't really leave you without sharing some more about the plot.
The story revolves around two people living away from their respective homes in the IT capital of the country, possibly Bangalore. From the short conversations with their parents you can almost imagine their situation. Unsatisfied with the cocoon of their safe and slow homes they moved to the city where it's neither safe nor slow, where they are just a part of the milieu. Where their work gives them no joy, just a means to survive. And to top it all, too afraid to show that they're scared, too proud to go back to happier places and times with their families around them.
Shankar and Megha share a strange connection in this speedy city. Shankar is Megha's boyfriend Pradeep's flatmate. A typical small town guy who likes the girl (platonic) and assumes that Pradeep and Megha would marry and 'live happily ever after'. For that matter, even Pradeep and Megha share a strange relationship due to their work. They work in a call centre that works at night. And the topsy-turvyness of their work life spills over to their personal life and the most they see of each other is in the stressful environment of their night shift workplace.
Tragedy strikes and Pradeep, after going sleepless at work for two days, crashes his bike and dies when a lorry tramples him and keeps going. The play is about the aftermath of this tragedy and the effect it has on Shankar and Megha.
As Megha delves into her emotions, first towards herself and Pradeep, the tragedy and then the faint linings of silver on her dark clouds in the form of the simple yet loyal Shankar, she faces the biggest challenge of her life - guilt for the little joys that were coming and her feelings for her past. The guilt of seemingly abandoning the memories of her past while embracing a faintly positive future.
Shankar, on his part, faces something he has never faced before - a forlorn and hurting woman. Struggling with his own feelings, his work, his loyalty to a dead friend who was a good person (hence impossible to hate and justify falling for his girlfriend), Shankar also faces something he never did earlier - a woman that is beyond an adolescent sexual caricature of his mind but a real human being with feelings, ambitions and thoughts. Though it wasn't mentioned in the play, it is probably the first time he was ever interacting with a woman to the extent of having feelings for her.
And excellent play with some amazing dialogues. Humour that counterbalances and, on occasion, underlines the dark tragic undertones. The two actors Abhishek Majumdar and Meghana Mundkur have really given a superlative performance. Though Abhishek's Shankar comes out the crowd favourite with his mannerisms and easy to identify with situations (afterall the play was being staged in front of people living similar lives in Bangalore), I personally thought that Meghana Mundkur 's Megha was a brilliant performance. She did not have the benefit of having too many funny lines but she ensured that her role did not sink into a purely sad and angry heroine. She portrayed her subdued anger, desperation and struggle with internal and external demons amazingly. A wonderful performance (As an aside I seem to recognize her from an earlier play by a group called Evam. A Monty Python short play. I'm not sure but I think she's the same actress)
The play has completed it's run in Rangashankara but I hope it comes back again. And if you get a chance, do go and see it. Highly recommended.
PS: And whenever you go to see the play, do observe the markings on the stage. It'll be very interesting to interpret them.
PPS: The markings actually form a flow chart which most people with a IT background will understand. The decision box (the diamond/ rhombus)is strategically located in a spot where the protagonists face their realities and raise questions about their lives. And also where their lives first intersect.
PPPS: As the significance of the markings struck me, I had a vision of going high above the stage and zooming backwards while looking at the flowchart from a distance. The bigger image would be two flowcharts for both the people starting at their birth and going on till their death. These two flowcharts come together at a decision box, this phase of their life, a small homogenization of a single element of their life. Who knows, for all you know, their flowcharts (lives?)may diverge again after sometime. We don't know, but that's what makes it even more poignant...
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Friday, January 22, 2010
'Light' Trouble...
When I hear stories of poor visibility conditions in foggy Delhi making traffic crawl to a stop (unless, you know, it doesn't quite stop voluntarily and this happens: http://www.ptinews.com/news/471771_Vehicles-collide-on-Noida-Expressway--20-injured ), all I do is scoff.
Bah, why blame the heavens and climate change and chilly winds and what not for conditions that I can create almost effortlessly with just just a little external help. You want poor visibility while driving? Hey, presto here you are!
OK, a little rewind is probably required now. As you know, I drive a Fiat Palio. Now, I love that car (most expensive purchase I've ever done) but it seems that age is finally catching up with it a bit. A month and a half back while returning back from a dinner at night I noticed the left side of my field of vision not quite measuring up in clarity to the right side. Now normally after an evening out I don't really think too much of these little lopsidedness because the reason for such maladies are very clear based on my consumption during the above mentioned evening out. But on that day the standard explanation was not true. It was actually just a dinner!
Puzzled, I turned my head rapidly around, cursed, and with one hand supporting my neck, figured out that one headlight of the car was on a break. Well, I got back safe enough and as I am a bit conscious about safety and my car I promptly took the car to the garage on the weekend. I also got a full service done and the garage guy started treating the headlight issue as a minor glitch.
After the servicing things were fine for 2-3 days and then again I saw the lopsidedness. And because I had sufficient reasons to explain it this time, I ignored the problem. But a few days later I had to take the car back to the garage for redoing the headlight.
Again it was okay for a few days. I travelled a bit in between and I sort of reconciled myself to driving with less illumination on one side and started driving on high beam to get a view.
BUT today it just crossed the limits. The left side low beam AND high beam have stopped functioning. And to add to it the right side low beam is also gone. So I drove back this evening guiding my car with just one high beam of light on the right side!
I sense a conspiracy here. Do I have a stalking saboteur who takes perverse pleasure in mixing up the wires in my electricals (my car's, jeez). Or is it some heavenly interference that's saying, "Say, Swapnil, you didn't quite spend enough on your car repairs for a while. I'm going to make you pay and that too with the most irritating niggles!"
One more task enters the to-do list for the weekend.
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Bah, why blame the heavens and climate change and chilly winds and what not for conditions that I can create almost effortlessly with just just a little external help. You want poor visibility while driving? Hey, presto here you are!
OK, a little rewind is probably required now. As you know, I drive a Fiat Palio. Now, I love that car (most expensive purchase I've ever done) but it seems that age is finally catching up with it a bit. A month and a half back while returning back from a dinner at night I noticed the left side of my field of vision not quite measuring up in clarity to the right side. Now normally after an evening out I don't really think too much of these little lopsidedness because the reason for such maladies are very clear based on my consumption during the above mentioned evening out. But on that day the standard explanation was not true. It was actually just a dinner!
Puzzled, I turned my head rapidly around, cursed, and with one hand supporting my neck, figured out that one headlight of the car was on a break. Well, I got back safe enough and as I am a bit conscious about safety and my car I promptly took the car to the garage on the weekend. I also got a full service done and the garage guy started treating the headlight issue as a minor glitch.
After the servicing things were fine for 2-3 days and then again I saw the lopsidedness. And because I had sufficient reasons to explain it this time, I ignored the problem. But a few days later I had to take the car back to the garage for redoing the headlight.
Again it was okay for a few days. I travelled a bit in between and I sort of reconciled myself to driving with less illumination on one side and started driving on high beam to get a view.
BUT today it just crossed the limits. The left side low beam AND high beam have stopped functioning. And to add to it the right side low beam is also gone. So I drove back this evening guiding my car with just one high beam of light on the right side!
I sense a conspiracy here. Do I have a stalking saboteur who takes perverse pleasure in mixing up the wires in my electricals (my car's, jeez). Or is it some heavenly interference that's saying, "Say, Swapnil, you didn't quite spend enough on your car repairs for a while. I'm going to make you pay and that too with the most irritating niggles!"
One more task enters the to-do list for the weekend.
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