Out of all the senses, the sense of smell is probably the one I am most sensitive to. Certain smells invoke a very strong emotional response from me. Below is a list of smells that influence me.
The Smells of
- Old Spice reminds me of my childhood.
- Cigarette smoke reminds me of my father.
- Beer reminds me of Sood Sahab.
- Whiskey reminds me of Sanjay Patel.
- Weed reminds me of Goru.
- Damp and mold reminds me of the basement of our house at Panchkula.
- Diesel Exhaust reminds me of Delhi/Gurgaon.
- Lemongrass reminds me of Hotel Bonsai at Connaught Place.
- Lemon reminds me of Lemon Tree Hotels.
- Nail Polish Remover reminds me of my mother.
- Naphtha reminds me of my paternal grandparents’ house.
- Urine reminds me of T-Point Hostel, NC Jindal Public school and my maternal grandparents’ house.
- Garbage reminds me of Uttar Pradesh.
- New electronics reminds me of my first computer.
- Cow-dung reminds me of Mathura and Vrindavan.
- Panchvati incense reminds of of the Maruti 800 car we had when we moved to Delhi.
- Nivea deodorant reminds me of São Paulo.
- Rose reminds me of one time I travelled on Rajdhani Express with my mother.
- Night Blooming Jasmine reminds me of the festive season in India.
Also, I remember a few distinct smells which I have no names for
- The distinctive smell of the video game parlour at Jwala Heri market. Might have been some incense that I have never come across anywhere else.
- The smell of freshly dried clothes out of the dryer provides me a lot of comfort.
- The earthly smell of cosmetics in and around a Forest Essentials store.
- The smell of rubber and leather that is omnipresent in old-school shoe stores like Bata.
- The distinct smell that was prevalent at Tosh Opticals, Paschim Vihar that I once again got a whiff of, at Central few days ago.
- The smell that comes from desert coolers fitted with new wood fiber.
- The typical smell of carpet, tablecloth and linen at old-school Indian restaurants & hotels.
Had a very eventful Saturday. Woke up late as usual around 2 PM. Picked up goru and went to meet ARC to CP in the evening. Went to a pub called blues in the outer circle. A guy was singing love duets with some girl strumming a guitar and playing the rest of the instruments through fruity loops or saw on his laptop. No one was least interested in him until he played some GnR song and Goru sang with him in his usual Axel Rose-ish way. The crowd started cheering and girls whistling. After 3 beers each, when people started calling Goru a rock-star, we felt the insult and left, delhi being a place where people also call himesh a rock star..
We tried buying tickets for Quantum of Solace, but couldn’t find any tickets and drunk as we were, we decided to watch Deshdrohi. After grabbing a bite at Mac Donalds, we went into the hall. There was a psycho foreign woman there who was pushing us for no reason at all, away from her seat. Goru called her a racist and offered her coke on which she gave a shocked expression and went away.
The movie started with a scene of KRK getting beaten up by goons and Gracy Singh coming to his rescue. Scene after scene, we get to see the 5 feet tall KRK (wearing high heels of 6 inches and still looking shorter than Gracy) getting discriminated against and getting beaten up by various marathi manoos. All the dialogues, he delivers with passion and tears brimming in his eyes. When he can take it no more, he transforms into a balls squashing screaming superhero and starts killing people. We couldn’t take it any more after the interval and left. After wandering around for sometime, we decided to go inside again and watch the rest of the movie. The usher said that’s not possible and drove us out of the theater. That was the limit of insult.. Us not being allowed to watch Deshdrohi.. How desperate can one be? We burst out laughing at this and left.
On our way to a Cafe Coffee Day outlet, we saw a Sports Bar with a sign outside it announcing that Bobby Cash was playing there. We went inside and ordered more beer and felt pity at watching the guy who was once in Australian Top 10 charts playing at a Connaught Place bar. The guy played amazing. He was playing the 6th string as a bass roll with his thumb, playing lead with his little finger and strumming chords with the rest all at once. It was amazing!! It was like 3 people playing three different guitars. After sometime when we ran out of cash for more beer, we left and sat at ccd where we devoured chocolate fantasy and cafe mocha.
On the way back, with my knuckles and fingers freezing with cold, as I was about to overtake a parked car from the left, he suddenly started moving left without any indicator and I slammed into him at a speed of 80kmph. Thankfully we weren’t thrown off and we didnt fall down. But somehow my leg touched the engine/silencer and got burnt at some places. Inspecting the damage revealed a bent leg-guard and brake pedal which got straightened with some persuasion. Went home, listened to some good music and will sleep in sometime.
I have realized something that whatever pub, bar I go to, nothing can match Wednesday and Friday nights at someplace else.. The feeling is incomparable.