Floating down a river

So a few hours ago, the electricity kept going and it was hot and every time I'd put on my computer, the light would go again. Plus the fucking resident's club was lit up like it was fucking diwali or something when there were only a handful of people sitting there, eating up the whole colony's batti. So at first I was all pissed and listening to Mastodon (Blood and Thunder, a metal song about Moby Dick? Ingenious!) and showing my neighbour's Pomeranians the finger because the little bitches just kept barking like an irate (when is he not!) Saeed Jaffrey. I was hailing gaalis at the people in the club and hoping their lights would short circuit, but that didn't happen. I got bored and decided to go on the chatt instead. I was carrying my iPod with me and I decided to up this slope thing to this raised part above the entrance to the terrace. And for the hour that I sat there, all my insomnia/exam induced frustration and punk rock-math metal aggression melted away. So I was just sitting and looking across this huge panorama of middle class, and it was actually quite beautiful. I don't know if it was just the night or the breeze or the way the lights were forming a halo around even these dumpy looking buildings that are all the same shade of salmon pink and white chuna in the afternoons with the boiling black Sintex tanks, but everything looked and felt good. I could see GIP with it's colour changing tripped out Absolute Vodka bottle and Tata sky signs. I looked adoringly (like all Noida residents) at the metro taking it's final rounds and coming to be stationed at Botanical Gardens. I could even see the lights from the road, way into the distance. I saw all the chatts just like mine but with not a soul on them, the only movement being the play of light and shadows from passing cars. My colony is as it is unusually quiet, tonight, there were no planes flying over, no music from the club, I could even hear the wind (and some neighbour fellow burping downstairs). I just sat down on that high perch and listened to songs and sang along, loudly. I sang Rooster (anyone remember them? British prettyboys on vh1, 70s rehash?), Tough on Tobacco, Junkyard Groove, La Roux, Queens of the Stone Age and finally Incubus. I don't know if anyone heard me singing or was wondering why some chick was sitting up there and singing loudly to herself, but I love doing that and sometimes you have no one to sing with. So in the final act of this Simba like, looking over the kingdom, zen-feelgood hour, I decided to listen to Aqueous Transmission and literally put myself into a coma from being so blissed out. I just lay down on that elevated chajja thing whatever and closed my eyes and was nearly carried off by the wind. I felt like I was Millais' Ophelia (except not like dejected, or dead) floating in Naukuchiatal, you have willows there, and frogs (the last bit of the song is just frogs croaking and I swear I was having an out of body experience).