Saturday, September 10, 2005

My first champagne ...

I remember the first time my mother asked me "how is the college?", I had replied that "my department has an amazing view". My department building is the tallest in campus with ten floors. It commands a view in the northern side stretching right over the UofA campus , across to the Catalinas. The Catalinas rise up and stare back at you , solemn and grave. But the play of sun and shade is amazing. The clouds are usually low enough to either touch the peaks or cast their shadow on them. So the mountains are always alternate dark and light. And you can make out when its raining there .... becoz it will be a haze of dark misty clouds covering that part of the mountain. The picture below is a more distant view than from the ninth floor of Gould-Simpson building which houses my department.


What follows is a view of the Old Main, the oldest building on campus. The college was started with this one building, founded by two gamblers .....:)




Yesterday I had my first sip of champagne. I remember Vishal had told me as if he could predict it, that I would start drinking and had given me a list of advice in this regard. I knew I wouldn't.....there are very few things in which I trust myself completely but this was one of those exceptions. Champagne is different :) or maybe I am saying so to excuse myself ;). And I had heard so much about it that given the chance, I did not feel like letting it go. So, I has a sip...one sip. How does it feel .....like something hot stuck in your throat...just at the point where you swallow.
The occassion happened to be the birthday of my room-mate Savitha. And we made it to be a surorise pot-luck. Pot-luck is where each one cooks something and brings and it ultimately is a picnic of sorts. Our menu comprised of pakodas/bhajjis, tortilla chips, coke, sprite, chole, jeera rice, pudina rice, pao-bhaji, cake and custard with fruits. The last was prepared by Shalini and me and unexpectedly turned out to be quite a hit :). Later we (Subha, Shalini and myself) watched "Scent of a woman" in Subha's house. Al Pacino was marvellous....you simply get floored by his acting and frustrations and power in the movie. Chris O Donnell was very sweet. But my favorite part of the movie was the tango that Al Pacino dances with a beautiful girl. He plays a blind man.....but the way he leads the girl across the floor ...twirling her and stepping to the beats....well, why don't I just let you all watch the movie! :)

2 comments:

Anshuman said...

watched this movie long back ... i guess i must have watched over a 100 movies in my last year in hostel, this one being one of my favourites. Very well made movie, the best part for me was when he gives a moving earth-shaking speech on the stage, towards the very end of the movie ...

Lovely movie ...

Sarit said...

I read about Tagore's Shesher Kobita in one of your posts. I have a bit of interest in poetry so I looked up the poem on Google. I did manage to find it, but couldn't figure out much.. Guess my bengali isn't that refined!
I tried asking some of my bengali friends but to no avail :(
I would be great if you could find some time to translate the poem for me..
Here it is

Tomar hoyni kono khoti .
Marter mittika mor, tai diye amritamurti
jodi sristi kore thako, tahari aarati
hok tabo sandhyabela ~
Pujar se khela
byaghat pabena mor pratyoher mlanporsho lege;
trisharto abeg lege,
bhrasto nahi hobe tar kono phool naibadyer thale .
Tomar manos bhoje sajatne sajale
je bhabraser patro baneer trishay
taar sathe dibo na mishaye
jaa mor dhoolir dhan , jaa mor chokhkher jale bhije .
aajo tumi nije
hoyto ba karibe rachan
mor smriti tuku diye swapnabista tomar bachan .
bhaar tar na rohibe , na rohibe daay .

He bandhu, biday .

Thanks!