Tea, Coffee & Lemon cake

The past few weeks have seen coffee cup studies, a box of Ferrero Rocher, the return of Earl Grey Bergamot and lots of the boss's famous lemon cake- this time with orange flavoured cranberries.



Excuse me while I go back to dreaming about lemon cake day.

another afternoon

Quick one. At the pg.
In retrospect, very very warped.

ballpoint pen, derwent pencils, fat fluoroscent lyra pencils

At the printer's

Two days at the screen printer's spent watching colours being mixed, asking seemingly silly questions about screens, staring at positives taped to a white board, listening to Kannada discussions on structures for signage and drinking tea from a tumbler.

brush pen, dry pastels, dried up poster paints.

The woes of a wait.

A mouse-like woman sits next to me as I wait my turn. As much as I try to hide my papers from her, I constantly catch her peering, trying to read something. She has cracked heels and wears large spectacles. Some men crowd around the counter I need to get my money from. Another bunch of women huddle around the counter (DOCUMENTATION) in front of me. I spot the doctor who got her forms stamped last Thursday. She looks sweet, like those doctors who don't like to prescribe even crocin to their patients. The mousey woman still peeks into my notebook when she takes breaks from fidgeting. Voices rise from somewhere inside the city of cubicles. Mouse Woman sits straight, pulling at her nails, not unlike what I do. The man manning DISBURSEMENT COUNTER has disappeared.

More people walk in.

The door is peculiar. Every once in a while, it makes a pop. Like a tennis raquet cutting through the air just as it smashes a ball back. It feels like a release in the vaccuum of noise inside. Pop. Silence. Pop. Silence. I welcome the silence followed by every burst in the door, even though they last less than a few seconds.

My turn arrives. I'm sent along with my folder to meet the manager who isn't here. Why isn't anyone ever in their places? He arrives only to walk off to the other end of the cubicle maze. At this point of time, I sit diagonally across my earlier seat, minutes ago. I'm still on something chequered though. Pink and chequered. I just realise that the entire place is done up in salmon pink. A pink bank.

Written sometime last year, Septemberish.
One of many days of waiting at SBI, Ahmedbad.

Cold Chocolate Horlicks and Buttered Bun

Scenes from the workplace.

Advaita LIVE.

Went for Advaita's performance at Kyra with the cousin.
Beautiful beautiful music. I heard a sarangi for the first time and loved it.



Headbanging+drawing=TOTALLY enjoyed.






Advaita on myspace .(My favourites are Ghir Ghir and Durga).

A daylong evening

Counting custard apple seeds, listening to the rain drum its fingers on the trees.

Watching cars splash through puddles while the dogs stare instead of chasing them.

A spray of leaves, the drizzle looks yellowgreen for a moment.

Clouds cast shadows, evening has arrived mid-day.

Fishy stuff

A very...er...intellectual conversation between the bosses that swam right over my vegetarian head.

Evenings

A marocchino at Barista. I miss Milan. :-/


Inside an auto back to Prachi's place. I tripped on the text behind the driver's seat. Totally.

Manvasanai

An evening at Greenhouse with La and Avi and a cup of pudina tea. It looked like it was about to rain.

(This is so you guys know you're being missed, ok?)