nandana puTa: But Occifer There's No Blood in My Alcohol

nandana puTa: But Occifer There's No Blood in My Alcohol

But Occifer There's No Blood in My Alcohol

I had the great opportunity to drive my posterior to the other end of Bangalore city. My destination was an interesting local landmark, which I reached after taking a U turn since. I had to get there to receive a payment for a voice job. Anyways the short of it is that there is a board that says Jai Bharat Nagar literally sandwiched by two Petrol Bunks opposite each other.

The rendezvous reached, the payment taken, I left as accustomed via Brigade Road. And as accustomed to, while loaded, put my hawk eyes on the alert for glares, and T Shirts. The one on the corner was bright white and it said "But Occifer There's No Blood in My Alcohol." It caught my eye. And so did my eye also locate a spot of luck - a dream slot to slit my car into. And I did, and I ended up paying a parking fee on an electronic meter, the first in my life. 10 bucks, and a little wait for change is what it took before I crossed the road with a valiant smirk on my face.

I found an old muslim selling my favourite Onion samosas in true manje Shivaajnagar fashion. I grabbed a samosa wrapped in crispy newspaper which rapidly blotted the excess of oil in vain before buying the object of my fancy, the T Shirt with the legend "But Occifer There's No Blood in My Alcohol"

Late evening, I had a little drink. A singular peg affair.

Later, a friendly cop knocks on the window of my car. Im playing "Knocking on heavens door."

He asks me if I was drunk. "Kudididdeera?"

I make a broad grin and happily proclaim in the affirmative - Howdu saar God Promise Kudididdeeni... The constable is amused and tells the inspector. I reaffirm my belief in the law and impress upon him with figures of my considerable weight. I particularly like to do this because this is the only positive thing about being generous on the scales - Im legally allowed two drinks, blah blah, get tested on the blow-me-to know-how-much-you're-drunk thingies and get aquitted as I'd predicted.

The T Shirt which bore the legend "But Occifer There's No Blood in My Alcohol" was in the car.

I drove away with the joy of being discovered drunk legally.

I'm on a bigger high. No kidding! he he eh!

Back to the afternoon

This happened as suddenly as it did before. Actually even more suddenly. When I went to the morning I had a little head start. This was absolutely unexpected. The show has changed. I have little or almost no control of the playlist now.

ESPN and Me

I am doing a project for ESPN. They have a show called Dream Job, where aspirants come in and present their commentating skills. I am to judge the prelims today and tomorrow, and send participants to the next level. I am supposed to do this with a lady whose name I still haven't committed to memory.
Queer isnt it. All sorts of things happen when you least expect them to happen. In all probability, I stand a chance of going on air too.
So the long list of diverse things that I have done grows. Looking forward to it. I know this will definitely be drudgery, judging is never easy. But well, someone has to do it, right?
The team definitely looks promising and interesting, the job daunting - a patience test. Lets see...

meandering, wondering, pondering

Just thinking.

What if and aged but immortal Narada decides to call it a day.
Wouldn't he want to settle down?

He would and he has. Narada decides to stay in Karunadu because the climate was similiar to heaven the last time he was around.

The other reasons:

Traffic: Narada is stressed out traversing between worlds. The traffic is too much, and he cant kick traffic. He's been in it for centuries. He wants it but doesnt. Bangalore fulfils the condition.

Women: Human women are good. Modern Bangalorean women understand stress, unlike celestial damsels. Earth women came with expiry dates which mean that Narada can still claim Brahmacharya after some time.

Form: Humans are closest to Gods in semblance.

modalablog

I have been trying to do this from a long time, meaning actually create a blog post. for whatever reason it did not happen. Finally I got to do this. Now the challenge is to try and post regularly.

This seems to be an interesting method to keep a log though public. Though it seems to be drudgery at this point of time still.

The other thing that I am attempting to address this week is fitness. I am trying to get into some sort of a yoga class to fine tune myself and get back somewhere near my original shape which was at free. Am trying to find a Yoga place near office so that I finish my show and then immediately get into this.
Lets see. the option given to me is in Basavanagudi which is definitely not near. I will have to meet this guy Lokesh and see what I can do.

I hope something works out and I stick to a fitness routine.