While I'm on the topic of rain, over the long weekend, I rented and watched Mira Nair's Monsoon Wedding, a richly colored, evocatively joyful, well-scored (by Mychael Danna), wonderful film. Admittedly, my appreciation of it certainly wasn't hurt by the several very yummy men in the film--like Parvin Darbas as the intended groom in the eponymous wedding, and Randeep Hooda as the recently-returned student from Sydney. While I have very eclectic and fairly catholic tastes in men, I often find Indian men (and other similarly dark and/or swarthy types--Mediterranean, Arabic and Semitic) particularly attractive. Maybe I should go husband-hunting in Delhi.
Then, on Tuesday, co-workers Tatiana and Tim and I had lunch at Matuba's. On the way there, I told them about the movies I'd rented and watched, and Tim shared that he'd also enjoyed Monsoon Wedding, was now watching another Indian film--Lagaan--he'd just rented, and had put together a CD mix with music from Monsoon and some Bollywood sources. This morning I came back from a series of meetings to find a copy of the CD on my chair, and I've been sitting here tonight listening to it, and enjoying it very much.
