Alright, 2012 is THE ultimate,the HUGEST movie-making could ever be,but hey,haven't we heard it before too?For me,its jus another disaster movie.For one more time,Uncle Sam saves the world...well,not really.
Wednesday, 25 November 2009
Monday, 2 November 2009
But(t) naturally...
I happened to watch these 2 movies last evening,back to back - one a 2004 regular bolly, Karan Johar churn(and of course a superhit);the other a 1994,,Hollywood classic, which won Tom Hanks the Acadamey for the Best actor. Both these flicks loosely had the same central theme - but the similarity ends here.
Sunday, 13 September 2009
Saturday, 25 July 2009
Same difference
A list of things every desi would be amazed about but I guess, is a bit hesistant to admit, he/she felt when in a firang land-
Down Under
My first few minutes in Melbourne and I encounter this.
This took place when I had been waiting for a frien of mine to come by and pick me from Southern Cross station.Its 10:30 in the night and the station is pretty much deserted. I'm sitting on a bench outside,with all my lugage, waiting for my friend.
Now, there are these two firang chaps,a guy and a female,both seemingly totally drunk. Consider this, I landed here in Melbourne when all our desi channels back home are ripe with stories of Indians in Melbourne feeling the heat,taken to beatings by local bums.And, this guy,approaches me,shaking.
-"Hi Mate"
-Oh my God,those stories were all true!!! "Hi"
-"How u doin"?
-Look I'm new to the country,its late in the night and u r drunk.By no means,I could be fine,but nevertheless, in the name of all our brave martyrs,I'll try to put a brave face,"Am ok,how about u?"
-"Hey thanks.Could you borrow me some dollars?I'm like broke"
-And this means,if u deny,u'll be broke soon?"Ahh...actually,I have just landed.."
-"Hey,I beg you.A 5 $?"
-Well,this feels good and bad at the same time.A firang begging me and I can actually deny.."Well,I have just landed..and you know,I'm waiting for my friend..."You should notice this, u goon, I'm not actually alone...
-"Where you from??"
-Oh man...now,this is where things turn to bad....I say Indain and I'm more wanted than Bin Laden!!! What do I say?Do I look like Nepalese?May be SriLankan will do...how wud it matter to him?They're all the same to him."Hey...don't really have much"...n dont cut me short this time...it scares the ^$%*@ out of me
-"Asian?"
-Well,he just did it again,"Not really".no,no,I'm just a European,who looks like a south asian,.You heard of my country, Urkbejania?There comes a fist?Are the two other firang guys in the corner just waiting to join me and have a good time bashing me?Which are the places I can run to?Shud I leave my luggage here and run to find police?What if they are like our police back home and turn a blind eye?"Hey..dont have any local currency.My friend will be here anytime and..."This is supposed to scare you,OK?now show some respect towards my audacity.
-"Its ok,its fine"
-What!! did it work?What worked?My charming personality or the faked strength of a friend coming?Did I actually get rid of him?Or does he mean,now u deserve a bashing.Let me try and not take him light..not yet.Let me try this desi cell phone stunt.I pull out my cell phone;so what I still dont have a local SIM,"Hey..wher r u?I'm near this escalor"...its a valid assumption,this chap's drunk and he won't be able to figure out that I've just landed in this country..
-"All right"
-He's walking away..oh man..this is gud..
This took place when I had been waiting for a frien of mine to come by and pick me from Southern Cross station.Its 10:30 in the night and the station is pretty much deserted. I'm sitting on a bench outside,with all my lugage, waiting for my friend.
Now, there are these two firang chaps,a guy and a female,both seemingly totally drunk. Consider this, I landed here in Melbourne when all our desi channels back home are ripe with stories of Indians in Melbourne feeling the heat,taken to beatings by local bums.And, this guy,approaches me,shaking.
-"Hi Mate"
-Oh my God,those stories were all true!!! "Hi"
-"How u doin"?
-Look I'm new to the country,its late in the night and u r drunk.By no means,I could be fine,but nevertheless, in the name of all our brave martyrs,I'll try to put a brave face,"Am ok,how about u?"
-"Hey thanks.Could you borrow me some dollars?I'm like broke"
-And this means,if u deny,u'll be broke soon?"Ahh...actually,I have just landed.."
-"Hey,I beg you.A 5 $?"
-Well,this feels good and bad at the same time.A firang begging me and I can actually deny.."Well,I have just landed..and you know,I'm waiting for my friend..."You should notice this, u goon, I'm not actually alone...
-"Where you from??"
-Oh man...now,this is where things turn to bad....I say Indain and I'm more wanted than Bin Laden!!! What do I say?Do I look like Nepalese?May be SriLankan will do...how wud it matter to him?They're all the same to him."Hey...don't really have much"...n dont cut me short this time...it scares the ^$%*@ out of me
-"Asian?"
-Well,he just did it again,"Not really".no,no,I'm just a European,who looks like a south asian,.You heard of my country, Urkbejania?There comes a fist?Are the two other firang guys in the corner just waiting to join me and have a good time bashing me?Which are the places I can run to?Shud I leave my luggage here and run to find police?What if they are like our police back home and turn a blind eye?"Hey..dont have any local currency.My friend will be here anytime and..."This is supposed to scare you,OK?now show some respect towards my audacity.
-"Its ok,its fine"
-What!! did it work?What worked?My charming personality or the faked strength of a friend coming?Did I actually get rid of him?Or does he mean,now u deserve a bashing.Let me try and not take him light..not yet.Let me try this desi cell phone stunt.I pull out my cell phone;so what I still dont have a local SIM,"Hey..wher r u?I'm near this escalor"...its a valid assumption,this chap's drunk and he won't be able to figure out that I've just landed in this country..
-"All right"
-He's walking away..oh man..this is gud..
Deja vu
Well here i'm, in Melbourne.Its been 11 days now before i could get down to penning down my first post.
Now, around, a year back, I had a post,Insomina, on this blog(see below) wherein I had this story of me having been in Melbourne. Its quite a nice co-incidence to have gotten into this situation, you know..you imagine something about yourself and then totally out of the blue, some portion of it seems to be going true. Well, I'll stop right here before I'm accused of imagining that I'm hopeful of the rest of that story too coming true!!
I do plan to go to Sydney !!
Now, around, a year back, I had a post,Insomina, on this blog(see below) wherein I had this story of me having been in Melbourne. Its quite a nice co-incidence to have gotten into this situation, you know..you imagine something about yourself and then totally out of the blue, some portion of it seems to be going true. Well, I'll stop right here before I'm accused of imagining that I'm hopeful of the rest of that story too coming true!!
I do plan to go to Sydney !!
Wednesday, 18 June 2008
I disappear
I'm about to undergo my first change of job.And at this juncture I can't just help doing a bit of what you call,'mulling over'!!
I have always felt about my current company that this has been a great place to work,as against the usual cribbing almost everyone has to his/her current workplace.People have all sorts of complaints...ranging from run-of-the-mill ones like bad food,pathetic transportation,poor allowances to very individualistic ones like untolerable boss,uncompromising peers,unrealistic expectations and also innovative ones like limited avenues of growth,strange policies,a change in location that the company isn't willing to give and even 'IT SUCKS MAN'.
For me,I couldn't just find a reason enough to call it quits.Call me complacent or may be because this is the only workplace that I know(it being the first) or whatever.
So,the question is,if things are so rosy around here,why am I contemplating a change??Need a fatter paycheque?A promotion denied?Or the ever-elusive arrangement,an overseas-assignment,we so dearly call,onsite-oppurtunity(i mean,the lack of it)?Or simply for a change??Or because everybody's doing it(changing jobs i.e.)?To be honest,it'll have to be the last one;switching loyalties is so common that if you don't do it,you are looked upon as just short of some sort of a handicap.Its almost fashionable.And I,I would say in my defence,became a victim of this democratic,majority-governed mindset.
Not that I regret making a move now,but somehow I can't help pondering over.It's only a case of preception,I have now come to conclude.When I had no thoughts of a job-change,I would see so many people changing jobs that I felt,another year in the same company and I would need to be immersed in preservatives that our Moms use for pickles.The situation is also made warlike by relatives,friends of relatives,friends of friends of relatives and a few door-k-risteydaars,who seem to be unable to accept that you spent THIS lot of time in a single company,while their son/nephew/next-door-neighbour's 'bacchha' has changed twice as many companies in half as many years as mine and is earning 5 times than what he started at!!'These days there are so many options.There weren't many in our times',I would hear them,as if in their own defence.People of the generartion of my parents,spent their entire lives with one company,mostly.And at the end of their careers,I don't find many lacking what they would have if they had not done so.
But,all said and done,me being a part of the current so-many-oppurtunities times,can't just afford to say that I'm doing good,even wihtout having to change job;its plain blasphemy going by the yet-unpublished Bible of a successful-career in the currently-in-boom Indian IT industry.Anyway,the result is me having to make a change.So,for now its Goodbye to my current company.I insist on the for now 'coz I just hope its not an 'Adieu',its more of 'hasta-la-vista baby'.
P.S - 'I Disappear' is a song by the metal band Metallica. The song was recorded as a contribution to the Mission: Impossible II Soundtrack.
I have always felt about my current company that this has been a great place to work,as against the usual cribbing almost everyone has to his/her current workplace.People have all sorts of complaints...ranging from run-of-the-mill ones like bad food,pathetic transportation,poor allowances to very individualistic ones like untolerable boss,uncompromising peers,unrealistic expectations and also innovative ones like limited avenues of growth,strange policies,a change in location that the company isn't willing to give and even 'IT SUCKS MAN'.
For me,I couldn't just find a reason enough to call it quits.Call me complacent or may be because this is the only workplace that I know(it being the first) or whatever.
So,the question is,if things are so rosy around here,why am I contemplating a change??Need a fatter paycheque?A promotion denied?Or the ever-elusive arrangement,an overseas-assignment,we so dearly call,onsite-oppurtunity(i mean,the lack of it)?Or simply for a change??Or because everybody's doing it(changing jobs i.e.)?To be honest,it'll have to be the last one;switching loyalties is so common that if you don't do it,you are looked upon as just short of some sort of a handicap.Its almost fashionable.And I,I would say in my defence,became a victim of this democratic,majority-governed mindset.
Not that I regret making a move now,but somehow I can't help pondering over.It's only a case of preception,I have now come to conclude.When I had no thoughts of a job-change,I would see so many people changing jobs that I felt,another year in the same company and I would need to be immersed in preservatives that our Moms use for pickles.The situation is also made warlike by relatives,friends of relatives,friends of friends of relatives and a few door-k-risteydaars,who seem to be unable to accept that you spent THIS lot of time in a single company,while their son/nephew/next-door-neighbour's 'bacchha' has changed twice as many companies in half as many years as mine and is earning 5 times than what he started at!!'These days there are so many options.There weren't many in our times',I would hear them,as if in their own defence.People of the generartion of my parents,spent their entire lives with one company,mostly.And at the end of their careers,I don't find many lacking what they would have if they had not done so.
But,all said and done,me being a part of the current so-many-oppurtunities times,can't just afford to say that I'm doing good,even wihtout having to change job;its plain blasphemy going by the yet-unpublished Bible of a successful-career in the currently-in-boom Indian IT industry.Anyway,the result is me having to make a change.So,for now its Goodbye to my current company.I insist on the for now 'coz I just hope its not an 'Adieu',its more of 'hasta-la-vista baby'.
P.S - 'I Disappear' is a song by the metal band Metallica. The song was recorded as a contribution to the Mission: Impossible II Soundtrack.
Tuesday, 10 June 2008
Remember the name
A lot of (I especially used the LOT OF because it gives the impression that my blog is actually read by many!!) people asked me why I have these wEiRd titles spread all over my blog-posts?Here's how it is-
Nevermind is the name of American rock band Nirvana's 1991 studio album.
Its only words,from the hugely famous Boyzone track 'Words',from their 1996 album,A Different Beat.
Holier Than Thou is a track from American heavy metal band Metallica's 1991,self-titled studio album,Metallica(also known as The Black Album).
Insomnia is the title of Enrique Iglesias's 2007 album
Look Who's Talking is a 1994 song recorded by the Sweden-based musician and producer Dr Alban.
You see the connection?You actually ought to :)
Alright,I'll try to keep it simple. Let's just say, I'm, from now on, expected to necessarily have a P.S section in my posts.The blessed ones will simply have to avoid reading the P.S section.Others will find me trying to explain there where did I picked the title of the post from.
Peace.
P.S - Remember the name is a single from the 2005 album,'The Rising Tied' by Mike Shinoda's(Linkin Park fame),side-project,Fort Minor.
Nevermind is the name of American rock band Nirvana's 1991 studio album.
Its only words,from the hugely famous Boyzone track 'Words',from their 1996 album,A Different Beat.
Holier Than Thou is a track from American heavy metal band Metallica's 1991,self-titled studio album,Metallica(also known as The Black Album).
Insomnia is the title of Enrique Iglesias's 2007 album
Look Who's Talking is a 1994 song recorded by the Sweden-based musician and producer Dr Alban.
You see the connection?You actually ought to :)
Alright,I'll try to keep it simple. Let's just say, I'm, from now on, expected to necessarily have a P.S section in my posts.The blessed ones will simply have to avoid reading the P.S section.Others will find me trying to explain there where did I picked the title of the post from.
Peace.
P.S - Remember the name is a single from the 2005 album,'The Rising Tied' by Mike Shinoda's(Linkin Park fame),side-project,Fort Minor.
Monday, 14 April 2008
Look who's talking now
Getting new readers for your blog ain't easy. See what happened when I told about my blog, to a friend,a hard-headed guy(HHG)...
(Cellphone ringing)
HHG: "Hello"
Me: "Hey..."
HHG: "Hi....How you doing?Long time no see"
Me: "Yeah" (sigh !!)
HHG: "been busy?"
Me: "sort of"
HHG: "busy with??dont tell me it's work"
Me: "naah...jus writing some things"
HHG: "Writing?? Wow !! "
Me: (Sheepishly)"Yeah..a bit"
HHG: I
Me: "No,no.That takes a lot"
HHG: "Some newspaper may be,right?or is it a magazine?"
Me: "Its actually online"
HHG: "Aaah..I get it. On your company's intranet webpage.aint it?"
Me: "No.I mean,yes,there too.But I was gonna tell you....."
HHG: "Your stuff is on your company intranet?Whoa that's cool dude"
Me: "Actually,I did submit there but it never got published."
HHG: "Ohh O"
Me: "So,I was gonna tell you about this new blog that I've started writing"
HHG: "A what?"
Me: "A blog.Its like you can write the stuff on the internet and you can then publish and everone can read it."
HHG: "Ohh.So,there's no one who approves or rejects these?"
Me: "Not at all.Absolute artistic liberty,you see."
HHG: "So,basically,its for all those who dont get published elsewhere.Haha"
Me: "Well.."(grinning)
HHG: "I was kidding man"
Me: "I know.I'll pass you the link and you can read through it and let me know how do you find it"
HHG: "Ohh O.Got it.By the way,don't tell me,you write about new technologies,cutting-edge science,technology-trends and similar stuff ....all technical mambo-jambo.Yaar,I'm sick of reading these kinda things?"
Me: "No way...I am like lightyears away from these LATEST TECHNOLOGY stuff"
HHG: "Allright...politics,burning issues,your views etc;a magazine of your own,hanh !"
Me: "No,No...its nowhere about that.It's more about ...me,my experiences...you know."
HHG: "ok,ok...so,its for people who know you.Then why have it on internet"
Me: "No,no,its not for friends specifically.its a general thing"
HHG: "A timepass thing,you mean"
Me: "You can say that"(sigh!!)
HHG: "And who reads it?"
Me: "People who find it interesting,read it"
HHG: "I mean,how does someone reach to your,...what did you say it was?"
Me: "Blog"
HHG: "Yeah,blog.Where do readers come from?"
Me: "Till now,its only the people whom I refer it to"
HHG: "Till now? I see "(grinning)
Me: "Yeah.May be someday they get famous"
HHG: "And what do I need to do,once I have read it?"
Me: "Nothing.I am just telling you that when you have time you can take a look"
HHG: "See,TIMEPASS I said,and it wasn't entirely wrong.Haha"
Me: "Whatever"
HHG: "Ok.There must be many like these then,right?"
Me: "Huge"
HHG: "And I can read anyone of these?"
Me: "Absolutely.Provided you get the stuff of your liking"
HHG: "Well,if there are such plenty of AUTHORS out there,available for free,everyone would get something of his liking"
Me: "Most times."
HHG: "So,what starts as timepass becomes addiction?"
Me: "You don't have be judgemental about it"
HHG: "But,chances are that it may get addictive.Just like internet chatting is?"
Me: "You can't compare it to chatting"
HHG: "I just did"
Me: "So?"
HHG: "So....,you are already addicted to it.Infact,you gone one step up on the ladder and creating one of...,wht do you call it?"
Me: "A Blog"
HHG: "Yeah,a blog....and now you are getting people to try and use it.That's how drug mafia works"
Me: "For bum's sake,you are being such an extremist !!"
HHG: "Extremist?All,I'm trying to say is it may be like,ARTISITC EXPRESSION for you,for others,it is...it's...waste of time.an addictive waste of time !!"
Me: "Allright.Lets cut it off,right here.I just thought if you would be interested,so....Anyway,if you dont find it interesting,let it go"
HHG: "Let it go??What do you mean,'let it go??'.I'm trying to ask you to not waste yours and more importantly OTHERS'S time on it.Just do away with it.Why can't it be that simple?"
Me: "It IS simple.Don't read it"
HHG: "No,the point is,I'm aware enough and won't read but what about others?"
Me: "I think I'm getting some other call,on my landline....."
HHG: "You are trying to run away"
Me: "No,not at all.I just think I've to drop this call off"
HHG: "But do give it a thought man. You would be thankful to me"
(Phone's dial tone ringing)
HHG: "Hello,helllo"
(Beep on other end)
(Cellphone ringing)
HHG: "Hello"
Me: "Hey..."
HHG: "Hi....How you doing?Long time no see"
Me: "Yeah" (sigh !!)
HHG: "been busy?"
Me: "sort of"
HHG: "busy with??dont tell me it's work"
Me: "naah...jus writing some things"
HHG: "Writing?? Wow !! "
Me: (Sheepishly)"Yeah..a bit"
HHG: I
Me: "No,no.That takes a lot"
HHG: "Some newspaper may be,right?or is it a magazine?"
Me: "Its actually online"
HHG: "Aaah..I get it. On your company's intranet webpage.aint it?"
Me: "No.I mean,yes,there too.But I was gonna tell you....."
HHG: "Your stuff is on your company intranet?Whoa that's cool dude"
Me: "Actually,I did submit there but it never got published."
HHG: "Ohh O"
Me: "So,I was gonna tell you about this new blog that I've started writing"
HHG: "A what?"
Me: "A blog.Its like you can write the stuff on the internet and you can then publish and everone can read it."
HHG: "Ohh.So,there's no one who approves or rejects these?"
Me: "Not at all.Absolute artistic liberty,you see."
HHG: "So,basically,its for all those who dont get published elsewhere.Haha"
Me: "Well.."(grinning)
HHG: "I was kidding man"
Me: "I know.I'll pass you the link and you can read through it and let me know how do you find it"
HHG: "Ohh O.Got it.By the way,don't tell me,you write about new technologies,cutting-edge science,technology-trends and similar stuff ....all technical mambo-jambo.Yaar,I'm sick of reading these kinda things?"
Me: "No way...I am like lightyears away from these LATEST TECHNOLOGY stuff"
HHG: "Allright...politics,burning issues,your views etc;a magazine of your own,hanh !"
Me: "No,No...its nowhere about that.It's more about ...me,my experiences...you know."
HHG: "ok,ok...so,its for people who know you.Then why have it on internet"
Me: "No,no,its not for friends specifically.its a general thing"
HHG: "A timepass thing,you mean"
Me: "You can say that"(sigh!!)
HHG: "And who reads it?"
Me: "People who find it interesting,read it"
HHG: "I mean,how does someone reach to your,...what did you say it was?"
Me: "Blog"
HHG: "Yeah,blog.Where do readers come from?"
Me: "Till now,its only the people whom I refer it to"
HHG: "Till now? I see "(grinning)
Me: "Yeah.May be someday they get famous"
HHG: "And what do I need to do,once I have read it?"
Me: "Nothing.I am just telling you that when you have time you can take a look"
HHG: "See,TIMEPASS I said,and it wasn't entirely wrong.Haha"
Me: "Whatever"
HHG: "Ok.There must be many like these then,right?"
Me: "Huge"
HHG: "And I can read anyone of these?"
Me: "Absolutely.Provided you get the stuff of your liking"
HHG: "Well,if there are such plenty of AUTHORS out there,available for free,everyone would get something of his liking"
Me: "Most times."
HHG: "So,what starts as timepass becomes addiction?"
Me: "You don't have be judgemental about it"
HHG: "But,chances are that it may get addictive.Just like internet chatting is?"
Me: "You can't compare it to chatting"
HHG: "I just did"
Me: "So?"
HHG: "So....,you are already addicted to it.Infact,you gone one step up on the ladder and creating one of...,wht do you call it?"
Me: "A Blog"
HHG: "Yeah,a blog....and now you are getting people to try and use it.That's how drug mafia works"
Me: "For bum's sake,you are being such an extremist !!"
HHG: "Extremist?All,I'm trying to say is it may be like,ARTISITC EXPRESSION for you,for others,it is...it's...waste of time.an addictive waste of time !!"
Me: "Allright.Lets cut it off,right here.I just thought if you would be interested,so....Anyway,if you dont find it interesting,let it go"
HHG: "Let it go??What do you mean,'let it go??'.I'm trying to ask you to not waste yours and more importantly OTHERS'S time on it.Just do away with it.Why can't it be that simple?"
Me: "It IS simple.Don't read it"
HHG: "No,the point is,I'm aware enough and won't read but what about others?"
Me: "I think I'm getting some other call,on my landline....."
HHG: "You are trying to run away"
Me: "No,not at all.I just think I've to drop this call off"
HHG: "But do give it a thought man. You would be thankful to me"
(Phone's dial tone ringing)
HHG: "Hello,helllo"
(Beep on other end)
Tuesday, 1 April 2008
Need For Speed
I wont get into the specifics of how the bhaang plan popped up,but only that 4 out of us 7 OK'ed it.Though,it was a first-time for all of us.One claimed he knew,how a bhaang-thandai was prepared and he took charge to prepare it.Another round of holi-hai in the balcony,sipping the vicious thandai.No effect,all fine.
We then settled down after a short session of gaana-bajaana.Someone shouted,"More thandai left,without bhaang.Anybody?"All had a glass each of it.That,I was later told,was the fatal blow;it's advisable to keep off sweet stuff,once on bhaang.As the thandai glasses went empty,the world turned upside-down,literally.
Suddenly,it began to seem as if things had slowed down terribly.I could locate every facial muscle of mine move,as I spoke. It seemed impossible to finish even a single sentence without laughing,or at least it appeared so.I had begun to stammer,or at least I thought so.I asked,if I was stammering,to the other,sane guy.And I kept asking it every 2 minutes(At least I thought I was doing it that frequently).I was told that I was not.
We suddenly realised that we were hungry;very hungry indeed;needed to go to a restaurant nearby.It took people around 2 hours to get ready.The clock however suggested it took 5 mins.
"I can't drive",I declared.I realized,people drive very rash on holi.Vehicles overtaking us were being dangerously close to us.I cautioned my un-bhaang'ed room-mate who was driving to be careful and he simply laughed.He thought it was funny.
It took way too longer for us to cover the usually 5-minute drive.I tried recalling the time when we started from the flat,and I couldn't.It really must have took us very long.
Once,at the restaurant,someone placed order and we waited for food to arrive.The hunger was kiling.Some voice from the above suggested that tasting somthing like a pickle would immediately let go the effect.Two of us attacked the achaar bowl and had finishd it in about a minute.I tried recalling if someone had placed order but could not.I was told the order had been placed and I should relax.Everyone's working terribly slow today,I concluded.
Finally food arrived and we threw ourselves on it.The clutter of spoons and forks coming from the other table had grown unbearbly loud.I thought of complaining,but was too hungry to afford a break from eating.
I asked for a jug of water to be passed from the other end of the table but no one listened.I looked expectedly at the guy next to me and he nodded;somehow no one could listen to me.But he did listen.
Managed to finish lunch and drove back.The bill for a lunch of 7 was what otherwise should have been for 14,we were later told.I did start driving but somehow by the time we reached the apartment,I was at the pillion seat,or was it the other way round.
As all returned and settled down,I started having a feeling but I was too unsure how to say.I was feeling hungry.Again.I fell to bed and immediately dozed off.
We then settled down after a short session of gaana-bajaana.Someone shouted,"More thandai left,without bhaang.Anybody?"All had a glass each of it.That,I was later told,was the fatal blow;it's advisable to keep off sweet stuff,once on bhaang.As the thandai glasses went empty,the world turned upside-down,literally.
Suddenly,it began to seem as if things had slowed down terribly.I could locate every facial muscle of mine move,as I spoke. It seemed impossible to finish even a single sentence without laughing,or at least it appeared so.I had begun to stammer,or at least I thought so.I asked,if I was stammering,to the other,sane guy.And I kept asking it every 2 minutes(At least I thought I was doing it that frequently).I was told that I was not.
We suddenly realised that we were hungry;very hungry indeed;needed to go to a restaurant nearby.It took people around 2 hours to get ready.The clock however suggested it took 5 mins.
"I can't drive",I declared.I realized,people drive very rash on holi.Vehicles overtaking us were being dangerously close to us.I cautioned my un-bhaang'ed room-mate who was driving to be careful and he simply laughed.He thought it was funny.
It took way too longer for us to cover the usually 5-minute drive.I tried recalling the time when we started from the flat,and I couldn't.It really must have took us very long.
Once,at the restaurant,someone placed order and we waited for food to arrive.The hunger was kiling.Some voice from the above suggested that tasting somthing like a pickle would immediately let go the effect.Two of us attacked the achaar bowl and had finishd it in about a minute.I tried recalling if someone had placed order but could not.I was told the order had been placed and I should relax.Everyone's working terribly slow today,I concluded.
Finally food arrived and we threw ourselves on it.The clutter of spoons and forks coming from the other table had grown unbearbly loud.I thought of complaining,but was too hungry to afford a break from eating.
I asked for a jug of water to be passed from the other end of the table but no one listened.I looked expectedly at the guy next to me and he nodded;somehow no one could listen to me.But he did listen.
Managed to finish lunch and drove back.The bill for a lunch of 7 was what otherwise should have been for 14,we were later told.I did start driving but somehow by the time we reached the apartment,I was at the pillion seat,or was it the other way round.
As all returned and settled down,I started having a feeling but I was too unsure how to say.I was feeling hungry.Again.I fell to bed and immediately dozed off.
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