Messy people.

I am a big, rather self proclaimed fan of Salman Khan. It's not out of my fascination for his body. Yes, he did bring the hunky look into mainstream Indian movies, but it took a Shah Rukh Khan to make the six-pack a style statement. And before I deviate from the topic, I shall stop myself right here.

More than anything, there's one line from Sallu Miyaan that left me floored. Before I restart my rant about how and why I like the dialogue of his that I like, here's the dialogue.

एक बार जो मैंने commitment कर दी, उसके बाद तोह मैं खुद की भी नहीं सुनता।

Hinglish: Ek baar jo maine commitment kar di, uske baad toh main khud ki bhi nahi sunta...

And now, the translation for those who couldn't make sense of the above...

Eh, chuck the translation. Figure it out for yourself!

As cocky as that dialogue sounds, there aren't many around who can actually pull that line off, neither as a dialogue, nor in reality. 

I haven't ever gotten myself checked by a psychiatrist, but I could come up with a whole lot of disorders. My spelling sucks, and my handwriting.. well, that's another story. For all I know, I could be dyslexic. I'm only afraid of OCDs(Obsessive Compulsive Disorders). I've often felt that I obsess over things that I'm fond of, like really REALLY fond of. I'm hoping there's that one soul that smiles reading this. Anyway, moving on again..Affinity to anything seems like a binary function. It's either obsession, or indifference. 

And so, moving to the main part of this story of mine. I was walking back home, mind lost somewhere in the clouds. I heard someone shouting from behind. It was one of those times when you know something is happening, but you can't exactly register what it is that's going on. Someone was honking. It sounded like the horn of a scooter. The voice was shouting the same word over and over again. But my mind was yet to decipher the word that was being shouted out. Suddenly, I understood the word I was repeatedly hearing. "Bombay!!" "BOMBAY!!". I figured that on the street I was walking on, there wasn't another soul who was anywhere related to Bombay. Actually, if I remember correctly, there wasn't another soul on that street. Except for me, of course. Wow, I feel like a dumb-ass. To be frank, I feel a bit like ...

This....

The guy shouting "Bombay!!" is one of the people from the mess I eat in. I've been eating in this mess for over two years straight. Rather, these folks from the mess have been feeding me for over two years. I just can't get enough of the place. Specially their ELA ADA. I never even knew what Ela ada was before I joined this mess. Now that's something I've been obsessing over for two years. My week exists between two Thursdays. The Thursday that went by, and the Thursday that's coming up. That' because Thursday is Ela-ada day! And how gladly the folks at the mess this delicacy! Apparently, they have gone on to suggest that they continue making it seeing the enthusiasm with which I gobble these things, one after the other. Damn!

Besides, it's been so long that I've been eating here. These chaps have turned into family. We don't know each other by name. I know a few of their names. A few know me by my name. And yet, it feels like there is no requirement to know each other's names. We're just happy to see each other month after month without fail. It's strange how someone just addresses you by the city you belong to, and still, there's some form of brotherhood that can exist between the two of you. They're all "Aittas"(Older brother in Malayalam) to me, and I'm an obnoxiously handsome bloke from Bombay. Besides, I'm so glad they don't call me "Mumbai". The word "Mumbai" evokes the sense of a sort of hostile take-over of a charming, bustling place by a bunch of henchmen, absolutely undeserving of the place. 

Bloody hell! Another 6 days for the next Thursday!

There's something else I'm crazy about. Calling it some"thing" would be sacrilege. I knew this would come up in my mind. Hell! For the first time, let's not move on...

Meanwhile, watch the Jalwa!