a pie of pizza, a bottle of wine....a slice of HEAVEN I call mine

I like to think of myself as a person who lives in the present or atleast someone who does not waste his present for his past or future. But sometimes what you are and what you want to be, does not really coincide.

I remember those weekends when on my drive back home I use to stop by the local wine shop, Morrisville Wines, to pick up a bottle of chardonay, merlot or shiraz. Leave the bottle in the freezer so that it gets cold, freshen up and then pour a glass of wine while I popped a rental DVD into the player. Sit back and watch the movie, usually something wacky or emotional, sip on the wine and order a pie of pizza. Now I could not have had the pizza all by myself, or maybe I could, but I knew that Pratik (my roommate) is going to drop in any moment and join me in the party.

In fact I had been wanting to sip a glass (read bottle) of wine, enjoy a pizza by the side, sit back and watch a movie for over a week now. The only thing is that now I dont have my own home and what was more irritating is that now I didn't have a roommate like Pratik. But I guess we all have to learn to deal with it. So today while my mom and dad were away at my cousins, I took the liberty to get a bottle of wine and order a pizza.

I dont mean to be a bitch, but the experience wasn't the same. For starters, the wine shopping experience is not even close to being the same. I use to browse almost two aisles of wine bottles before settling for the one bottle I picked and here I had to pick one standing on the out side of the closed shop. Then came the movie, although it wasn't the same, it wasn't bad. As Jitu had lent me a couple of movies in the afternoon I had a pretty good collection to select from. However, browsing a catalog on a DVD vending machine has its own charm (and disapppointments aswell). Finally the pizza, which I guess is one of the most important ingredient of the whole experience, was not even in the same league. Somehow the pizza's in Mumbai (or India) are customized to please the indian palate, not that I dont like them, but chicken tikka pizza does not taste half as good as an italian thin crust chicken pizza baked in a brick oven does with wine.

Someday I will be able to experience the magic again. Just not yet.

I was meant to be

i wish i were drunk
i wish i were dead
i wish i were everything i ever cared

i know i was scared
i know i never dared
i know i could have been everything i ever cared

now i am me
now i can see
now i shall only be what i was meant to be