vodka - black and white

there is something to be said for keeping a party small. at sopan and manohar's place at amboli, overlooking the old christian village on wednesday evening. drove there bopping to otis redding and trying my soul improvisations out with mukul giving background vocals. they have a lovely paper lamp lit house, with chick mat clad wooden sliders and a raised wooden floor (amit would be happy); and lots of art on the wall, including prabhakar kolte’s abstract stuff. manohar made beautiful chicken and the original russian vodka was super and since there was no one besides satya and swati, and the hosts there were many silences not filled in by the sound of other conversations or by randomly picked music played off the computer.

hopefully the last of the inspections of the term. the coa this time, coming for the masters programme. last night we took them out to dinner at golden manor in juhu, where i remember amit and me going for a swim one cold winter afternoon two years ago. the pool is hemmed in on all sides by the hotel and its gym where filmi types could be seen pumping away the iron while i had this strange black vodka- never seen before.