A little late, but here I am!

A small fraction of any group constitutes early adopters. Yours truly cannot lay claim on being an early adopter for anything I have ever done. There is this basic comfort in letting others venture into something very early on and learn from thier experience, sometimes laugh at thier misery and very rarely feel sorry for not having gotten onto the bandwagon a little earlier on.

That nagging feeling finaly prompted me to sign up and create an account. As they say, better late than never. So here I am. Finally with my first post.

As I settle down to write this, on a Sunday afternoon, I am wondering what most folks do on a lazy weekend afternoon. Having stuffed one's face with high glycemic stuff and perhaps a beer or two induces a kind a lazy indifference to the general state of affairs in the world. To vegetate in front of the TV or 'crash' seem perfectly acceptable options to many. I, on the contrary, suffer from quite a different sort of a problem. That of life slowing down so dramatically over the weekend.

Pace of life has accelerated so dramatically over the last several years that living has morphed into a manic monday-to-friday routine. Over the week, this routine, takes me to several interesting as well as not-so-interesting places; in front of people one likes as well as others you want to desparately avoid. After the frenetic pace come the weekend with its dramatic slowdown. Most of my buddies need to 'recharge" thier batteries and resort to becoming sloths over these two afternoons. I am, on the other hand, grappling with what to do when the collective energy of an entire race is down to its lowest.

Over the last several years, I have whiled away these precious moments of my life in the mundane to the bizarre. Reading books, listening to music, watching the tube is the mundane. Learning Salsa or yoga, gardening, plumbing, scanning classifieds in search of a good land deal or a used car or whatever and actually calling people is the bizarre. Wonder what most of you out there do. Is it any different than what most of the world does on a weekend afternoon? If it is, kindly enlighten me. Maybe your afternoons are spend in an even more bizarre manner. Maybe you have a better outlet for the excess energy.

The weekend nights are quite a different matter altogether. Last night (a saturday), a friend and I choose to hit one of the newer watering holes in Bangalore. A place that goes by the name of "Vayu". This place being on the top floor of a mall was very windy. I guess the owners had the same windy experience and decided to name thier newest venture as such. It is a very well laid out place with an "inside" section which is covered from the elements and an "outside" section where all the party animals strut thier stuff. A huge bar lines up one entire wall with very enthusiatic bartenders. A kind of a lounge bar atmosphere, low seating, good to great music, hookah's, interesting array of cocktails and plenty of PYT's makes for an happening place.

This friend of mine being several miles higher up in the IQ scale rambled on about intelectual stuff (with proper references mind you), I concentrated on my beer and the PYT's in my immediate neighbourhood. One adventerous bartender managed to wow the drunken crowd with his antics where he tossed around several bottles of alochol which had been lit; without dropping any. The Bangalore police, which has a reputation for playing spoilsport at 1130pm, decided not to visit this place tonite. But such is the fear psychosis induced by the men in khakhi that the management of this fine establishment promptly closed the bar at 11pm and got the crowd out of thier premises by about 0000 hrs. All in all a very nice place I say, the bar antics notwithstanding.

I trundled home at an unearthly hour and woke up with a reminder of last night's excesses. Sunday evenings are the worst with everyone just chilling at home. I am left with no option but to wait in anticipation for the adrenaline boost that will come on a Monday morning.