31 December 2004:
A quiet New Year’s eve at home with a glass of Scotch and a Bond
30 December 2004: T dropped in unexpectedly. It was
lovely seeing her.
26 December 2004: The havoc of Tsunamis. Sad.
17 December 2004: Took Ruchi and Rajiv out to the Club
Bar at The Oberoi to sort out certain matters of consequence.
15 December 2004: Wedding reception at a residence at
the Chattarpur Farms. Great place with huge green lawns and a Japanese
teahouse but I thought a deliberate overdose of ‘culture’
was a bit too much for the senses. Interestingly, wine was served only
to the foreigners and not to the ‘natives’. We went because
Yuka-san was doing the tea ceremony there and was keen that we should
experience the best of her world, though I suspect the reception ceremony
of an Indian marriage may not have been ideal to showcase the grace and
aesthetics of the tea ceremony.
12 December 2004: Happy birthday, Papa.
11 December 2004: Dinner at Sarat and Shivani’s
place at the posh The Laburnum at Sushant Lok. Warm couple and
great Thai food. I tried Single Malt from the Isle of Skye in Scotland
(there's only one brand and is called Talisker). It had a smoky,
‘peaty’ flavour with a hint of saltiness, thanks to its seaside
aging storage. Peat, the Internet tells me, is a kind of “growth
found in swampy areas. Sometimes it is found in huge deposits, sort of
like geological coal in the making. Used extensively in Ireland and Scotland
as fuel, it is mined right out of the hillside and used for household
heating and distillation.”
9 December 2004: Ma came today with our help at home,
Bhagat, to tide over the absence of our maid who is on her annual holiday
to her village. I am so very much looking forward to being with Ma, and
of course, enjoy the great food which Bhagat makes. For his culinary skills
alone, he deserves a mention in this weblog .
Saw Swordfish on the idiot box. Loved the acting of one of my
favourite actors, Travolta. The film also has some David Lynch like scenes.
I enjoyed the graphic quality of the visuals and their seething undertones
especially when Halle Berry first meets Hugh Jackman, and the first meeting
Jackman has with Travolta. Almost like a cult movie. Almost? Yes, because
some scenes were too deliberate. Ebert also suggests an obvious weakness.
He says the film is “skillfully mounted and fitfully intriguing,
but weaves such a tangled web that at the end I defy anyone in the audience
to explain the exact loyalties and motives of the leading characters.”
Characterisation is a bit convoluted. Travolta’s for instance. Ebert
says Travolta’s character could be “(A) a patriot protecting
us from bad guys, (B) a bad guy, (C) a double agent pretending to be either
a patriot or a bad guy, (D) a free-lance, (E) Ginger's lover, or (F) Ginger's
target. His true identity is even cloudier than that, but I have said
enough.” How I wish the plot had been more focussed. It could have
been a great film.