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VOSS Water Bottle



The story goes such…

Early February I noticed my friend Sid’s fingers clasped around what I would call a piece of art. A design aficionado, its slender glass body caught my attention. “You like it,” exclaimed Sid observing my interest in it. “It is lovely, yes,” I answered, and then we spoke about everything else under the sky.

After that day in early February, I met Sid only last evening. He gave me a warm hug, which is customary Sid, and we began our humorous digs at each other, when he halted midway our razzing and darted away to his gym bag and turned around. “Here,” he said handing me the bottle of VOSS water I had admired in his hands the last time we had met, “this is for you!”

For moments like these you thank god for having surrounded you with the most remarkable people. Thank you my dear, Siddharth Poojari, for your thoughtfulness and love!
Photograph of the bottle and ginger jar taken at my house. Need I say more about Sid. He is one of India's best dressed men!

C'est Une Belle Vie - Life Is Beautiful


Marilyn Monroe Mosaic



Stunning Marilyn Monroe Mosaic by Italian company SICIS: The Art Mosaic Factory. 

A Simple Concept - Ali Zafar



My brother's prophetic words!

The day we understand a simple concept, that we are all but an extension and a part of each other, there will be no self-justification to harm. 

Dulquer Salmaan



This kid is magic. He has a sea inside. 

Mr Burberry campaign directed by Oscar-winning British director Steve McQueen




Exactly what each weekend ought to constitute: steamy, sensual, and, oh, downright dirty!

Steve McQueen most beautifully creates this atmosphere for the new fragrance Mr Burberry by my ‘casual’ dressmakers since my school days.

Strangely, reactions to this short, which I LOVE by the way, have been rather varied. I find people protesting about the sensuality, and I quite wonder why? We all do the dance of foreplay – it is a human essential, and those who negate it are being most untrue to themselves.

Moving back to those who are finding this video violating their sensibilities, well, I would like to ask them if they mask their eyes while getting down to doing it? Or do they do it with their clothes on? If your response to those queries tilts even an inch in favour of them, then I am afraid you ought to desist from traversing in the normal world, and get yourself most urgently on a psychologist’s chair.  

My two quid of tutoring – grow up world. Grow up before it is too late. Despite all the effort if you still find yourself unable to fire ‘it’ up, then please go back to the cradle, because that is just about the only time in one’s life one would feel no tingling where it is supposed to tingle.


Glad Burberry is keeping with times. 

Ali Zafar and Subi Samuel on Parental Protection by Lladró




Men are usually blamed of being a bit stingy in expressing their affection towards their children. Truth is that a father loves his child as much as the mother, only that majority of them are imprisoned to the ways of the world that dictates that the male stays stoic at all times. Given such circumstances, a father’s love epitomises itself quite clearly in one word – protection. And it is for this precise reason that I fell in love with the sculpture Parental Protection by Lladró: it most handsomely depicts the vulnerable side of a man sans drama.

When I think of the men who are vulnerable around me, my mind instantly draws two men from the assortment of my mental faculties – Ali Zafar and Subi Samuel. Both are not your ‘typical’ men entrapped within the clichés of the world. They are publicly expressive of their love to their children, as they are utterly devoted to them.

Ali knows that your children need your presence more than your presents, just as Subi knows that the trouble with learning to parent on the job is that your child is the teacher.

Ali knows that the two lasting gifts he can give his children are stronger roots and freer wings, just as Subi knows that no matter how grown up they become, or how different, he would always remain their preferred toy.

Their children are their coveted sculptures, the finest representation of parental protection in real time, in flesh and blood, in concrete and creative form.





Ali with his son Azaan

Blessing Ormolu Alarm Clock



That beguiling Blessing Ormolu alarm clock produced in Germany sits right behind my writing chair next to the Thinking Angel Cherub by Rosenthal Classic. If I do not hear its entrancing tick-tock when I am scrawling away I feel as if something were dreadfully wrong. Its timekeeping is like fuel to my creative fingerprints. How very intriguing indeed that little things make such a difference in the mechanics of daily life. How we cannot do without what we are used to. And how it can affect everything around us in more ways than we can possibly imagine.

I had published that couple of days ago on my Facebook wall, and a dear friend Meghna (Vakada) responded to my reflections such –
 
“Time in itself, absolutely, does not exist; it is always relative to some observer or some object. Without a clock I say ‘I do not know the time’. Without matter time itself is unknowable. Time is a function of matter; and matter therefore is the clock that makes infinity real.” – John Fowles, Áristos

The pleasure of having friends who are consumed rather patently by the unquenchable thirst for wisdom is something that adds great lustre to life!


History of Blessing Clock Company

The Blessing Clock Company, or otherwise known as Blessing-Werke AG Company existed in Waldkirsch/Breisgau, Germany, in the mid-eighteenth century up until the nineteenth century. It is believed to shut shop sometime in the year 1977. The timepieces created in their workshop are absolute works of art in filigree ormolu. They were all carved by hand. Once wound, the soft clockwork is magically mesmerising. To find them in working order is a boon. Thankfully mine has kept time since I have had it in my possession.


Photograph has been taken by me on my iPhone 6S Plus. Copying it or distributing it without my prior permission is an unlawful offence. 

Politeness. Gentleness. Doug. And More...



I observe lately that when you are freshly introduced to somebody they tend normally to exclaim, “What’s up?” and in certain extreme cases, “Sup”. Label me as coming across as most old-fashioned, but I find the resonance of those words tasteless, almost uncouth. Methinks, the correct manner of acknowledgement would be to shake hands rather firmly, and express with a sociable smile – “Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Or, “Most delighted to meet you.”

I dare say that politeness and gentleness, as some claim, do not make you appear stuck up or even stiff upper lip. They are manners as rudimentary as foreplay is to orgasm, and alas, such etiquettes have been lost to the shabbiness of existing times.



One must let the world do as it chooses, yet, if one finds that one has fallen a victim to such absurdities, the sensible thing to do would be to re-examine and reclaim your conduct to its former repute. Remember, and always, that it is never too late to make amends, with life, or yourself.

On a somewhat serious note, when struck with self-doubt, do look up Douglas Booth on Twitter @DouglasBooth. He is a refined gentleman. And the world knows that it requires a role model for keeping the bearings of its youth intact. If not anything, idealising Doug will certainly help in setting you back on your path to balance and finesse considering that he is somebody who reflects the evergreen charm of yesterday, today, and not without the genteelness most required for you to manoeuvre the world tomorrow with grace and gallantry.
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