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This Weekend

Mmmm.. what a rainy, coldish weekend it seemed to be, with the apparent storm in Chennai. Can't say the weather DID NOT replicate the current personal environment. So we headed out, first to Kosta Coffee House.. daym those giant chocolate muffins. Take away the eggy smell and they are delicious.. we also got some smoked chicken ham sandwich & smoked paprika pasta salad.. atleast that's what I think was called.

Then we decided to do some quick shopping for some lamps, and I have say Fab India has a beautiful assortment of them. Especially the sort that I like aka. paper lanterns, old colonial/indian blend of furniure. We got a square lamp, since they were for a boy and steered clear of everything else that looked flowery. By the way the indira nagar outlets have beautiful patio looking furniture, that I would DIE to have.

Once we picked out our lamp, we decided to try the Metro. Sure that there would be some parking space, we got on at the Vivekanadanagar Stop and headed over to MG Road. Cost us 14 bucks each, and well, 10 mins to get there. My does the metro impress! Comparable to just about everyother metro-rail system, the train looked pretty and clean enough. Given it's been about 2 weeks since it opened and the limited routing it currently plys.. too quick to pass a judgement on it's effectiveness. Enough said, so far, so good :)

Popped into the new Pecos on Brigade Road. Heard they've closed Mojos now.. what a pity.. ha ha good bye shitty beer! Well the new new Pecos has a nice concept for each floor, one emulating the old Pecos.. with the pillars placed at inconvenient places. The second floor emulating Mojos and the last, on top.. I couldn't place. No more free pop corn either.. Did not sample the food, didn't hear any groans from anyone though.. so.. maybe all good..

Popped back on the metro, went back to Vivekananda Nagar (close to 80 feet road, Indira Nagar)..got the bike and contemplated going over to Amoeba to get some bowling done. Ofcourse, it being a Saturday we had to have a 40 minute wait before being told we had a free lane. In this time, we played a few games (car racing- I wond), Bike Racing (i won) and we tried getting one of those soft toys from the machine- unsucessfully.

We passed on the game of bowling and dined out at Little Italy. First choice was Mugen.. which had apparently long closed.. which is such a pity. I did not know that Little Italy was vegetarian, but how delish is the food. We got some complicated pasta- raga allo.. bla bla.. with vodka in the sauce.. and I got myself a Zen pizza.. substituting Olives with Mushrooms.. then back to Fab India to pick up the lamp.. then got drenched in the torrential outpour.. spent some time in MK Retail.. and then got back home.

Today's been slow.. the sun's been out.. re read Karen Robert's July.. what a book.. made Sri Lankan inspired Bendakka Sambol with some Ghee Rice sans Ghee.. and got into one of those rare moods to chat with NOBODY..

I reckon the solution to this Lankan Tamil-Sinhala fight starts with a sorry from both sides, and maybe some detention time.
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