A time for old friends

Went to Rangashankara after a while with an old friend. The play was in kannada and called "Heegaadare Hege". The title (translated to "what if it were like this") was promising, but the play itself turned out to be disappointing. We were left wondering if the person who played the wife in the play was a woman or not!!

Anyway, this lady friend of mine (who now lives in the US) was apalled by the sights outside Rangashankara. Things don't seem to change ever. As we left after the play, like Siddhartha, we saw some terrible sights. An old man aligning with the breeze as he eradicated the liquid refuse from his corporal self by the convenience offered the side of the road (after he'd finished watching the play, of course)... someone honking while i waited at a red signal ... etc etc. All very funny indeed ... "this is simply not on" was her refrain, and I chuckled to myself. What can one do, indeed? I still don't understand how someone would spend money to watch a play, and then use their bladder to create art on the street just outside.

Anyway, everything else aside the great thing about meeting 0ld friends is that you can live off the memory of what you were when they knew you. You can tip a bottle of water onto their noses and be called "juvenile" (I don't think I've been called that in a very long time) and you can also count the milestones or bemoan the lack of them over a meal.


Anyway, this seems like a good time for meeting old friends. Meeting G and N for lunch tomorrow... should be a lot of fun.

Also, congrats to another old friend, S (hip_prudster) for defending her thesis and getting over the line with her PhD. I don't know how I'm going to make fun of you anymore if I have to call you "doctor".