Floating Around

Its strange how a city like Mumbai, which, when looked at from a distance, appears to be so alive and cosmopolitan, is, essentially, so... synthetic.

Theatre is dying, as I discovered the moment I embarked upon the fantastic journey of theatrical conquest. But I'm not just talking about theatre. I'm talking about art in general and I'm talking about it abstractly. I'm talking about individuality, the bohemian panache that accompanies the artistic temperament.

Take coffee houses, for example. The moment you say 'coffee house' you think of two places - Barista, or Coffee Day. Both synthetic, both over-priced, and both brimming with customers at any hour of the day.

Which is disgusting, really, because it only proves how we, as consumers, are slaves to marketing.

Sure, there are a lot of 'underground' places to hang out with friends, but with a CCD or Barista at every street corner, its a little hard to not walk in a couple of times a month, just for the sake of convenience.

Its a sad state of affairs, really. What's happening to people's wild artistic sentiments? Do people actually LIKE bumming around at places like Coffee Day? Do people actually LIKE patronising mass-produced lifestyles? 

And I'm not saying I strictly abstain from these Houses of Sin/Brothels of Coffee/Shitty Cafes - call them what you will. I don't. And thats precisely why I hate them so much. 

The fact that, whether I like it or not, they have made themselves a part of my life, and I'm not allowed to be in control anymore. 

Its a Girl Thing

I can be said to be a victim of over-tallness syndrome, and it not unusual for me to get a lot of remarks from strangers on the road. For example, there's the classic 

'Wow' (accompanied by a wonder-struck, upturned visage).

Or, most common when in the company or orthodox, short, fat, Indian women,

'You're never going to get married' (said with a sense of distinct disapproval).

I've blogged before about the disadvantages of abnormal height. Actually, any physical abnormality has its disadvantages, in that the sufferer of the said disadvantage is subjected to a lot of annoying remarks from strangers and loved ones alike. Some people are merely curious; others, astounded; most see it as an opportunity to exhibition their self-glamourised sense of humour.

So, yes, I also get a lot of the,

'How's the weather up there?' 

and

'Oh! My neck is breaking! Help! Hahahahah!'

All this I have gracefully learned to live with.

What really killed me, was when I went to Jimmy Choo last week and fell in love. 

Oh, he was beautiful, and soft, and pink, with the perfectly crafted platform sole, and exquisitely fitted stiletto heel. It was the stiletto heel that drew me to him: the heel that my own heels melted into, that my calves tensed for, that my back arched towards. And it was this very four-inch heel that rejected me. Waddling around the shop floor, bent over double so as to avoid spoiling the nice ceiling, I was the laughing stock of that boutique for a good five minutes. I had to leave feeling hurt, rejected, and inadequate. I took one last look at those beautiful heels, and walked out of the shop with whatever precious dignity I had been left with.

El Post Primero

So.

We begin.

This is not my first blog, I did used to have a nice little page before, but I grew a teensy bit sick of that, and decided to make a new one.

You can't put too much of yourself in one place for too long, you begin to stagnate.

I don't really have anything to rave or complain about today, so I'm just going to bum around trying out fancy blog templates and things right now. But don't worry, words of wisdom will follow shortly.

I watched the new Batman movie a few days ago. Our seats in the theatre weren't that hot (and thats my fault), but the movie was worth it. The father can be a bit of a snob about bad seats and things like that, but that fact that he sat through the movie with only a slight bit of cribbing kind of speaks wonders for its appeal. I wouldn't call it art, heavens no, but it was awesome, yes. And the Batman bloke was just FIT, tons of fun to look at:P