Its been five months since I returned from Seattle, but somehow something or the other happens that invariably takes my mind back to my trip there. This is a post about some of those memory refreshing incidents that have happened since I got back.

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Grey's Anatomy:My sister follows the serial, although I haven't seen more than ten minutes of it, ( Read more... )

$50 extra blown up in the process of having had overweight luggage, I was resonably aghast at having broken one of the first tenets of seasoned travelling, which was to travel light. However, I consoled myself by saying how this was due to the extensive shopping that I had to perform, in order to keep the shopping list generators in the family ( Read more... )

Yes, my new ipod classic 160gb black with customized engravings has landed and I will be picking it up soon. My second ipod, and for those of you who thought I was ipod obsessed when I got my first one circa end of 2005, this new acquisition promises to up the ante so far as posts related to beautiful portable music players are concerned ( Read more... )

Hunger pangs at 2300 on a friday evening, just before I put out that entire 'live-blag' post at the CHAC resulted in me hitting the only restaurant that was open and within a 3 metre radius of where I was standing when the pangs stuck ( Read more... )

After that whole barrage of live blagging, I was making my way back home by bus, which is my preferred and chosen mode of transport, and I managed to get off the bus and was trudging wearily back to my house because I had a long day, and out of the blue, there is this guy who tells me - 'don't be smoking no crack!', and this is the first time ( Read more... )

This is a new thing for me, to actually sit and live blog when at a place where I am supposed to do something else, but the scenario that is unfolding around me is so interesting and document-worthy that I figured I might as well do it now, rather than never do it.

I am in the basement lounge of the CHAC, aka the Capitol Hill Arts Center, a very ( Read more... )

So it turns out, not without a tinge of irony attached, that in a manner similar to how my first visit to a McDonalds happened in Oslo, rather then in dear old Bangalore or how my first bout of public drunkness (read drinking beer in the wide open in public) happened on the pedestrian streets of Copenhagen with a fellow brown guy and his Polish ( Read more... )

Due to current geographical location, I am forced to make any references to money in terms of hard currency, and as a consequence, might sound a bit more obnoxious and air-headed than I usually do. I doubt you can tell the difference ( Read more... )

My first weekend in Seattle, after having visited the Experience Music Project museum and the Science Fiction Museum and getting bitti entry for having a press pass, for I intend on writing about the place in RSJ, I was hunting around for a place where I could spend the evening before I headed out back to where I lived and call it a night ( Read more... )

In the land of hedonism and of unimaginable excesses, I am trying to live life like a native, albeit a poor one without a car, who uses public transport to get to work ( Read more... )