Not just Jazz

Yesterday was one of those drive-you-crazy days loaded with expectations. The day started at 7.30 at the gym (cant believe I am actually doing this!!!), and continued through office, a snack at a coffee shop, a jazz concert,a drive to the other end of the town, a beer with the Russel Peters show, a football game, and finally a smoke with a friend before I finally hit the bed at 3.00 in the morning. Phew!!!

It was my first concert in Hyderabad. How many times have you heard a jazz concert on the roof of a coffee shop with about 75 people around you? Oh, just add the drizzle to it. I guess that sums up the experience. I would be unfair if I dont speak of the band though. They were good, perhaps better than I expected. But what the heck, I dont think I was expecting much anyway. I liked the group for the fact that they seemed to be happy playing what they liked. And that became the USP. Enjoyed the drummer a lot...
Unfortunately, there was supposed to be a second performance: a rock group called 'hisrtory makers'(Someone called them 'pastry-makers', he he he). And that didnt seem that much fun anymore. It continued to rain, which was brilliant, but not with that kind of music hurting your ears.

The evening actually got more interesting eventually, with all the drive in the rain, beer, hunt for cigerretes and food, a disfunctional cable connection and so on.... In the end, when I finally hit the bed, I couldnt help wondering about the the pace of the day....

I have been in Hyderabad for a little over seven months. And in between that time, I was travelling a whole lot of time. But inspite of the limited time spent here, looks like I have found a whole set of things to do... Its not home and work anymore. Its not about weekend parties either. It is, perhaps, just me actually settling down in the city....

And here I am, again...

I realised that it has been quite a while since I have written something here. Well, I have about a thousand excuses for the absence. To begin with, World Cup Football in on, and my entire routine seems to be governed by timings of the games!!! Well, not surprising, given the fact that I still feel passionately for the game.... After all, being a conformist Bong, I have no option but to feel this way, right?

So thats how the last couple of weeks have been... Get up in the morning, go to the gym, go to work [miss atleast half of the 6.30 game :( ], head to some pub for the 9.30 game, go to ISB/someone's place for the 12.30 game, and get back home VERY VERY groggy.... This weekend was perhaps the craziest..... I actually was trying to align two birthday parties and a group gathering over and above all the other activities!!!!! But given the fact that the whole thing seemed to work out fine, I guess I managed fine!!!