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Wednesday, May 26, 2004

Completed my first legal rendezvous in the cavernous crime-ridden city yesterday --the interaction was itself most mundane but the manner of arrival was not. I had specifically instructed the driver about the location and ascertained his ability to get there ( before dozing off ) when like most overzealous Bombay denizens,I found a good hour later that the chap had overreached himself and had not the foggiest notion of where was supposedly a prominent place. Worse, he insisted on taking directive notes from his crony on the mobile who steadfastly maintained that the location was in West although every imagineable clue pointed the other way. So after my forced research on the various microcosms within Hill Road, we accepted defeat and asked a " mamu" for help, while he was busy keeping an paternal eye on some dharna.All's well that ends well--managed to reach the dratted place only to find that the relevant person was on leave. Spoke to other lady members who just about had time to glance up from the Marathi periodical they were studying. A saving grace, though, the condition of the files there makes me feel proud about the cleanliness of my room and hence I was able to leave with self-righteous gratification at the end.

Finished the last few cataclysmic pages of " True History of the Kelly Gang" --a first-person sotto voce narration of Ned Kelly a convicted outlaw of the 1870s, according him redemption and respect in the eyes of the sceptical public. The book is without grammatical constraints, tenses and speech restrictions--reads like a unstinting thread of proclamations from Kelly's point of view, and hence exonerates him of myriad accusations. I don't know, I found it gripping and engrossing although mysteriously I found the "uniqueness" of the narrative trite.A recommended read, especially as the world over, we are turning to writing " what if " kinda stuff.

Agassi's gone--he certainly seems an anachonism now, how he's changed from the pesky upstart he was when we saw him in 88, fighting tooth and nail before he ran out of gas in the final set to Wilander, losing 6-0 in the semis.My dreaded Federer-Kuerten match is growing close,and of course Monaco take on Porto today. I think Bombay FM-listeners will support Monaco --tension kyon lene ka, Monaco khaane ka.




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