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Name: Merril
Gender: Female
Interests: chorale music, a capella, crooning, books, cinema, dancing, jazz, white wine, writing, blogging, lapping up other blogs, Internet surfing, travel, food, whipping (as opposed to cooking), tons more
Expertise: Career-wise: writing, rewriting, editing, networking, Part-time: professional jazz crooner.
Occupation: Features editor and writer
Industry: Internet media
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Member Since:
6/28/2004
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| THE VOYEURS OF FACEBOOK So, last week I knocked off the 'single' relationship status from my profile on the addictive social networking site. Pretty soon cousins and friends (and a few enemies) from around the world popped up on various virtual interfaces to find out 'who is he?'.
One particular individual whom I had stopped talking to and in fact speak to rather sparingly or never, also inquired with the overzealousness of a true romantic (the 'awwww' literally resonates in my ears).
Sorry to burst the romantics' bubble, but off-line it is status quo. This was a strategic move to discourage random males from wanting to making 'frandsip' with moi. That is the whole unromantic truth.
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| THE WAILING OF THE WINDYesterday, I heard the sound of the wind, a gentle wailing for a few seconds before I plugged the handsfree into my cellphone. I tend to be so divorced from all that's natural and simple since I came to this city of shockingly high decibel levels, that those few seconds of pure, unadulterated sound made me stop dead in my tracks. I stopped to listen to the wailing of the wind. And then it stopped.
I switched to Tori Amos' Big Wheel. She role-plays ayoung Southern girl who drinks too much and who asks someone (maybe the Good Lord) to turn the whiskey into rain. Wash it away, wash it away, she says, with a tinge of desperation and hope in her voice.
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| ARE YOU OKAY?
I received this text, late Friday night: Heard about the firing
in Mulund. Hope you are okay. Please text back.
The bearer of such news and concern is this enthusiastic,
opinionated 22-year old, whom I can’t exactly classify as a friend. But neither
is she an acquaintance. She’s a friend of a friend whom I have interacted with
over the phone, e-mail and on chat, mostly to discuss her career and it’s
rudderless state of being. I offered her advice on her lacklustre resume, which
sounds nothing like her personality, and even ticked her off a couple of times,
when she did some very shoddy work for me. But I felt rather touched that this
kid, whom I have never met in person, should be concerned.
Then this morning another friend called up and asked rather abruptly,” Are you
okay?” “Er, yes,” I answered. Gtalk was acting up and hence I was offline for a
couple of hours! And hence this worry.
I feel loved!
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| GOOD VIBRATIONSI visited the Vie Lounge, this weekend. Quite a few people I know recommend it and sure enough, I liked the vibe. The mixing was spiffy, the mood was chilled. It's a good bet for a Friday night.
On a different, two of my married girlfriends vociferously advice me to never take the plunge. Both of them are sufficiently miserable in their relationships. I think their view is a little myopic, though. While they continue to blame people and circumstances, they fail to recognise that they are partners in crime.
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| SUSHI @ TETSUMALast Sunday I tried sushi. "First time?" asked a friend.
"I luuurrrrvvve sushi and you will too," cooed another.
"Well, I shall not force myself to like it,
acquire a taste, all that jazz," I maintained because all's fair
in love and sushi.
You cannot force yourself to like a potential object of affection. But sometimes, the POA grows on you. And sometimes
it's love at first sight.
Or bite.
Well, turns out, there was no love at first bite, but I definitely liked it.
Not the flavour, but the texture. Crunchy,
chewy. And boy, that wasabi tingles, crackles and fires up the nostrils.
Hmmm...I could be eating a lot of this for the rest of my life, and possibly at a nice-ish lounge-type restaurant with an open kitchen, bar and Sunday afternoon karaoke (with many happy parsis in tow), in Colaba.
The sushi champagne brunch at Tetsuma is priced at Rs 1,400 a head. It's a steal; you can have lots of bellini (champagne cocktail) and unlimited lobster salad. No grease.
And yes, I had breakfast at Indigo Deli. And softie ice-cream at 7/11 in King's Circle. So, it was a Sunday of culinary indulgence.
As sunshine would put it, I shall rot in carb hell!
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