Of Blogs and Oranges..

“With great power comes great responsibility,” said Superman’s dad (was his name Kryptonite?) in er… Superman. I don’t really know; after all, who pays attention to the plot when you have a hot man in Spandex proudly presenting himself to the world on the silver screen, hmm?

Anyway, before I go off on a tangent altogether (I’m incredibly prone to doing that) let me get right to the point. I have a super-power. Is is a boon or a bane - now that is the million-dollar question. Are you ready to hear it? Well… *takes deep breath* here it goes – I have the ability to blind people. Not with the handy pepper spray in my bag no, but with my choice of clothing. Or so Boy likes to complain *pauses for a moment to garner sympathy* I ask you, is there anything wrong with turquoise blue pants and hot pink T-shirts? I think not!

Anyway, that was my second and last rant. Of the day that is. The point I REALLY wanted to make was about the Kala Ghoda festival. Considering that I ‘ve lived in South Mumbai all my life, it’s a little strange that I’d never bothered going down for a look, but that’s me. Curiousity killing the cat and all that. So anyhoo, I paid the place a debut visit last night, and I have to admit, I was speechless (for quite possibly the first time in my life.) The street loooked just stunning, all lit up with pretty lanterns and pennants. It really seemed like I wasn’t in Mumbai anymore, but in Bombay of yore, when people actually had the time to just stop and smell the carnations (I’m not overtly fond of roses!) (This is not a hint to anyone, and that includes you, Boy!)

There were stalls selling a lot of ethnic stuff which will probably collect dust in your house like the biggest f***ing white elephant alive (or be totally otiose, as Tanmay would say), and being the magpie that I am, I was drawn to the brightest objects first. There were a lot of home accessories and abstract art and shit like that, and while I didn’t really buy anything, it made me happy just looking at it – all those pwetty colours and the dim lights - a flashback to the age where romanticism and chivalry was still alive, when magic would enter your blood and making it sing, when you could just close your eyes and let the heady sensation overcome you, when the world was as roseate as you were… I could just go on! I don’t really know why… it’s just nice to walk on a street in Mumbai without getting almost run over.

Now that one mission (the blog one) is down, I’ve decided to embark on a new one. To go back to the Kala Ghoda festival with:
1) A fuller wallet
2) A camera
3) Boy – just so he can see that my taste in clothing is actually very earthy as compared to others.

Okay, so now I’m done with my free publicity quota of the day. So bye!

PS: I just went back today; rather crowded. I did get a little bottle of bubbles though. And a tummy ache from really bad momos.