its been a while....i feel it...as always...in the most pathetic way...i am blue after a long weekend...my tripping started early this week with a "business trip" to mumbai....i love the city...theres perfect anonymity....a sense of freedom...of not caring....of imposing facades both old and new...its groovy....walking down bandra you see faint old building choking beside the new globalised globus...aaah the pleasure...it reminds me of days we chalked out theories on urban designs and how differently an architect views it from a by-stander.....well i was all geared for a professional "checking-in" to a hotel till ol friends turn out of unexpected corners...i think i like ol' friends....they are serendipitous treasures that lurk out at corners...this week was all about that!!!
It is surprising when you meet ol' irresponsible dopeys and see them turn to a organised corporate manager...you never get over it....i didn't....but i took it as it came....i was pleasantly surprised to see men who never took baths...taking one...men who never cleaned their apartments.....competing with mine....and men who literally ate out of the dump cooking for me...what has the world turned to....so after a unexpected pleasant corporate stint in mumbai...i headed for the next metro....bengaluru...still yet to come where old old friends....we literally spend our lives together for twelve whole years....geeeez...that is long!!!
So after much hibernation and hiding behind bushes...i came out....my real self to the bunch i spend half my life with....we an arbid chaotic bunch met up in b'lore....and spend a tiring day in a garrish mall...trying to cope with each other...then we let the road and boose take care of us...i was as always uptight and judgemental...i wouldn't be me if not...it took two shots of sweet smelling white rum to let the world in...then on, it was all in....
so let me start tripping....we left the might city of b'lore at around four...for a short stop at kengeri to meet our host and family....i took the road on the car and on the bike....it sure trips...especially bikes though the fear is the source of my rush....we reached a god forbidden lil town to a more forbidden lil house which we called farmhouse for the kicks...it didn't take us five minutes to start drinking...the spectrum was wide...smokers and drinkers---drinkers----part time drinkers---non drinker and smokers. Think of the wide range of perspectives at the end of all this.....
Drinking....small talk...dancing...prancing...puking....crying....sleeping.....orgy?...nah....POLICE RAID!!!......mood change........fear, anger....disgust...compromise...anger..tears....prostitution?? f****rs...settling...joking...revenge...barbequed chicken at day break...this all i can say to explain the night....more exciting for me was listening to the narratives being spun around an event...i could have done a study on the nature of human being to repeat to reorient to reconcile to recreate the past...it seemed like an instinct for existence...to get back to the story....we got out sane the next day...drove 12kms to a remote location...with a beautiful lake that was not so beautiful clse by...apparently we were on the wrong side....after few mundane hours of eating, driving, singing school songs...we split only to meet again for a heavily sentimental drinking.....four brandys down i was screaming my lost rock notes while my fellow drinkers burst into nostalgic tears that i couldn't cope with....as always i love seeing men cry...and as always the realisation struck me that i am inevitably more comfortable with men than women....the tears gives you hope that emotion exists and brash creatures otherwise so insensitive can keep in touch with their emotions...so i stood a pillar amidst pale male tears...wishing i could be a comrade too....but what the helll!! i am me and i am suffering from withdrawal symptoms of warm familiar bodies warmer hugs...and i am blue as usual on a tuesday eve....
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What about the lathi's?? where did you hide them??
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