What did i do on Friday… hmm… nothing to report. Saturday was tiring – we were supposed to join Prasad to watch a few 100-year-old movies as part of a film festival at Sathyam. Then we were to go with him to British Council’s Culture Cafe meet. Navin couldn’t get up [that reminds me… Friday night he indulged in a little too much revelry with Deepu & Ashwin] early enough and we made it straight to BC.
According to the organisers, symptoms “The British Council Writers’ Circle is an eclectic collection of individual writers who get together to not only hone their craft, sick but also, disease enable each other with shared learnings and create an interest in books in the community. ”
While I enjoyed the intellectual stimulation of discussing the art and craft, I couldn’t imagine sharing/exposing/ discussing my writing (not that I’m much of a writer) so intimately with others. Also, getting feedback is one thing, but getting ideas from others doesn’t seem very creative to me! I could never interfere with a writer’s creative flow – both as an editor and as an individual. Collaborative writing seems exciting – it fulfills the need to share and communicate and explain/ justify one’s motives in writing what one has, with people who hopefully will understand, which few writers get to do – it also I guess makes the process of writing less lonely – but it remains a fad only. A writer finally has to stand on his own merit. But since I haven’t taken part in it, I don’t know how it works! It works for some people, I guess.
After lunch at Saravana Bhavan with Prasad (where we discussed our mutual interest in publishing, restaurants & coffee), Navin and I camped in Mylapore, around the tailor’s place, where my blouse was due to be ready at 7 p.m. We bought a few knick-knacks at Mrignayanee (the MP handicrafts emporium) and three kora-paais. Navin eyes then lit up at the sight of a ‘Sale’ banner at Toys Kemp – what’s it with men and toys? Sigh… anyway, I thought I’ll use the time and go and look up friends (Chandroo’s getting married on Tuesday) at eshakti.com. The place seemed unoccupied, but mama saw me and invited me up to their place. Mama and mami, tenants of the small barsati-like portion of the building, used to provide us excellent filter coffee when I worked at Sulekha. They were warm and welcoming as always, and I got another of that refreshing tumbler of coffee. Chatted with their daughter Kalpana for 10 mins and went down to find Navin had picked up some icky-looking lizards, insects and a really disgusting intestines model!! I’m refusing to touch them.
Called Priya, who said why don’t we finish off some wedding shopping for her? So we met up with her mom and her at Spencer’s. Navin was despatched to Landmark while we indulged in shopping at Estelle, Westside and Pantaloons. Back to Mylapore for the blouse. Then the eternal dilemma: where do we have dinner? I was really exhausted with all the walking around (not the shopping around) and Navin decided to treat me at the new Traders Hotel. The building and the interiors were lovely, but… the prices and the service at the ‘Indiana’ restaurant sucked! Let me allow Navin to write about it 🙂 And about why we bought the kora-paai.