Dhikjhook dhikjhook !!!

Like wheres ma art mister ?!? Made it to the Kgaf. Disappointed you ask ?!? Like totally dude. Not one pottery stall. However, they are having a cool potter's exhibit at the kgac - kala ghoda artist's centre. So wanna make it there. But like hello ?! You drag your ass to the kgaf for what, for like funky pottery shit u can bargain for no, so like whats kgaf without warli piantings and ganpatiji lamp bases. Ahem, like ya ok, I know the same beaten up shit is avaliable in bandra reclmation in those fortnightly exhibits and that shit opposite the marriot like forever. But still, that doesnt mean that you deprive me of the same at KGAF. Oh, also on linking road. They even have these awful warli inspired paper lamps.

Had the bestest 'khowsway' * guessing thats how its spelt * at the busaba stall. Since there wasnt much happening at KGAF accept the poetry reading thinge at the David Sasson Garderns, I ended up straying into Fab Fucking India. Bought me funky read - indigo blue coloured towels for the gym. Matching matching hand towel et all. Freaked on these crazy off white wall mounted lampshades. They ddn't have three, so will get em next week. Sigh, just another devoted fab india fan, I am. Everytime I promise I need change and 've had enough of uber-earthy shit. I run back there and get all orgasmic.

Was quite disappointed by the shoma stall. Very wannabe it was. The 'rare-thought' stall was like there like always, like it has been there like at every fucking exhibition I have been to in like the last fucking four years. Like really !! They havnt come up with nothing new, nonetheless, the tit bits like the dabba clock was nice.

I so badly wanna go for 'rabbi' and 'Indian Ocean' tonight. Ahem. Yes pa, I hear ya. "Keep Wanting" he says, funny man he is.

Bitch of a life. Bitch's, those family friends who do housewarming tonite, I mean hello, do you have no respect for 'rabbi' ? Their house, an 8 bedroom apartment was meant to be my project. Cudnt do it. Sigh, thanks to my i-will-move-to-blore-and-be-happy dreams. And now, I have to see the work of some stupid interior designer and I dont even get to mock it. Not that i am cribbing or anythin. I mean who, who, like who, like really who likes doing up a house where they put plasma teevee's in every single room. Really such vulgar showoff of money. I am happy. I am happy with my microscopic budgeted homes. No really, I am. Yes, I love my dhokla and thepla obsessed guju clients. Yes aunty, lets, lets add another jharoka here. What do I tell someone, when she says, I want a room like tulsi's. Sigh yes tulsi it will be. I mean eight plasma teevee's. Really. Sigh

p.s: oooooh. theres some very sweet art work. very street trash types, but very sweet nonetheless on the pavement gallery outside jehangir. One of my fav haunts for like forever. There's this man, selling some really good abstracts, he's down from indore. And this sweet lil girl from ahem, ummmm chatisghad. It's a must see. I wish I were even half as gifted as em. The last time I painted, they still use my frame to scare my neice when she misbehaves. And no, I dont wish to comment about my framewala santosh who couldnt get over the fact that I wanted to spend money framing it. She's lovely. She's got only one eye, long curly hair and she's been christened ' The fearless rita'. Adorns the wall of my guestbathroom. Lovely, that is what she is, Lovely.