Dining under spotlights

I have decided to make this blog of mine a weekly endeavour, mainly because it is only in a week's time that a blogful of writable ( I don't think 'writable' is quite correct, but then I don't particularly care to be correct) events befall me. On thursday I went to a new restaurent here in Delhi with my friends on the proprietor's invitation who happened to be a friend's ( ranaji for the knowledgeable) cousin. The name of the restaurent is 'Days of the Raj' and it seeks to bring to us, modern day uncouth Delhites, the fusion cuisine of the British in India. The food is very original, tastes good, the rates are higher than Punjabi by Nature. The service is eager and the decor is classy. Overall a good place if you have the money. However, publicity of the place is not my intention, rather the publicity of myself. Why I am writing about the place at all is that we were eating, so to say, 'in the spotlight'. It transpired that a television crew had come to report on the place and there were glaring lights everywhere. There was a suitably pan-caked reporter, some very technical looking crew, a television van downstairs and plenty of equipment in the restaurent itself. The reporter memorised her lines for 10 minutes and in about 90 seconds in three go's presented a 'complete picture' to the 'curious' masses. As to my experience, I was conscious of not staring into the camera when it turned towards us and eating with propah table manners (Do we have smileys on blogs? Why don't we? I think they should be made a part of the language. They improve communication so much.).

There is a sports fest going on in my college and for the first time, after five years of attending fests I understood why people like fests. People forget their worries and get sucked in to surrounding gaiety in a kind of suspended reality. it happened to me yesterday and I must say that for three hours last evening I had the best time in many many weeks (since this blog is to be a weekly thing, time, on this blog would be measured in weeks unless it becomes excessively tedious, which basically means that we won't be using one-seventh of a week ago for yesterday.). And this when I wasn't playing but only watching. Granted a part of the spectacle was girl's basketball but I also enjoyed men's football (seriously and no comments on my sexuality, I am straight and in more than one manners of speaking.).

I finished reading the book, 'The name of the Rose', during the week. Nice book. The story is well told and in a very interesting story are woven many important points which the author wanted to make. It is a multi-murder mystery on the surface, with the intrigues of the middle age christian church as the background. The main protagonist is a light of reason in a world in the grips of darkness where the majority believe that all that was good is gone and the world only awaits its end and so nothing more is to be done! Somebody said that its very similar to that current rage, 'Da vinci Code' but I haven't read 'Da vinci Code'.

Until next week, bye.