the day that was

Been vying to blog for ages but never found the appropriate time(the last time i wrote anythin close was a diary way bck in 1993...so gladiators of bloggoseum,spare me if the stuff is amateur)...and here i am,havin my fifth corona of the day,sittin near my balcony,listenin 2 JOSHUA RADIN'S...STAR MILE(song of the night...i've got a staple diet of songs which put me 2 instant NINNI(baby sleep in hindi),lookin at the streets lights and contemplating and sharin wth the world,the DAY THAT WAS.

the relevance of this blog revolves around wat v call a BAD HAIR DAY.the past 3 days were,in a punjabi layman's word,A MANDAA wth regards to catchin fish(as in my clients).but came today morning,and i received a call from a certain MADAM KABBACH(the co-owner of hyatt regency in casablanca and a private resort TOWN and one of many cool yachts here in morocco...and other money-raking things dat i don know of).

the kind old lady is havin her son's weddin,comin saturday(the dude gets married to the daughter of the moroccan distributor and head of CHOPARD,here in morocco)and i was asked to provide a bean from the beanstalk(a few rajasthani antique pots for her garden decoration)

when i reached her palais...there was a glow in my eyes(only on those who smell dough...crispy,new,karaare note)...but guess the glow in the eyes turned out to be CONJUNKTIVITUS.

hopin 2 make atleast a cool 6000$ on 8 pcs of PEETAL-KHASSI-ANTIQUE vases(in other wrds a steal)...turned out she wanted the stuff for rent,for a day...and here i was hopin to get rid of some dead stock...alas wth a lotta paltry negotiations i succumbed 2 her demands and rented(which i do rarely cos my motto is "once a retailer,always a retailer") the stuff for a mere 900$(almost 5100$ worth of dreams and bread and alcohol,gone wth the wind)

other siginificant things that happened on this day were,a more than half hour conversation wth mr SHARAD frm new york(one of the rare friends who r at par wth ur non-sense of humour...in other words one of the few people wth whom u feel sedated or relaxed in this big-bad world),a great meal and a godforesaken slow net connection...THE END(until the nxt blog)