An Indian gay unwinds..

Living in Mumbai for almost 2 years now, my only interaction in Marathi happens on a daily basis when I converse with the "Maushis" in the canteen. I make it a point to ask them in Marathi 'kasa aahis tumi?'  and sing the only marathi song I know (Apsara Aali!) :-) If nothing, it makes them giggle and jabber in marathi with each other (apparently making fun of me!) but nontheless, in return, they sometimes they give me free stuff and let off the currency change in case I don't have it. I am quite happy with the little arrangement we got there. But I finally decided to watch a marathi movie and a good opportunity came today when one very famous movie of Marathi in recent days, Fandry was showing in the nearby screens. The ticket prices were also quite low as apparently the government has forsaken the taxes for promotion of Marathi film industry. Fandry was released last year, travelled to many national and international film festivals, was released theatrically o

Am fascinated by this interesting page on FB these days. Terribly Tiny Tales. A touching story in 3-4 crisp lines. A tweet sized anecdote. Here is an attempt of my own TTT :) He was wounded. Lost. A fresh wisp of air came. A brief interlude. He recovered, eventually. But the air got trapped in cobwebs. They say, collateral damage.