I was surrounded by table thumping rhetoric spewing social butterflies. I was alone. I abhor the collective sound of their voices so I put my headphones on and asked Dillinger Escape Plan to scream as loud as they could, straight into my ears. My very own noise pounding into my brain.
Now I'm in bed after what seems like an eternity, tossing and turning, trying unsuccessfully to sleep and my ears are ringing.
I went begging last night, totally dazed, bhatkoing dar-ba-dar, looking like every bit of the broke and desperate college kid I am. Sarojini chaap dress over my brother's ripped jeans circa 1998, dirty hoodie hanging off my shoulders, saddled with a bagpack (the only one I have is that irritating one shoulder sling one!). My repulsion for the corporate world (and my sympathy for traveling salesmen) grows greater everyday. It's like when GJ and I were being kicked out of various places of worship while on an innocent history geek excursion around Old Delhi.
Tonight I make my way to a majlis-e-sharab to drown my sorrows, I'm wearing my brother's jacket and trousers and my father's tie and K's red lipstick (the better to kiss sponsors' ass with, my dear). Do I look like enough of a suit? Sponsor me now, bitch!
My mother says, "Duniya mein jeena hai toh kaam karo pyare!". Bob Dylan says that you've got to serve somebody.
But Arvinder Singh says
Now I'm in bed after what seems like an eternity, tossing and turning, trying unsuccessfully to sleep and my ears are ringing.
I went begging last night, totally dazed, bhatkoing dar-ba-dar, looking like every bit of the broke and desperate college kid I am. Sarojini chaap dress over my brother's ripped jeans circa 1998, dirty hoodie hanging off my shoulders, saddled with a bagpack (the only one I have is that irritating one shoulder sling one!). My repulsion for the corporate world (and my sympathy for traveling salesmen) grows greater everyday. It's like when GJ and I were being kicked out of various places of worship while on an innocent history geek excursion around Old Delhi.
Tonight I make my way to a majlis-e-sharab to drown my sorrows, I'm wearing my brother's jacket and trousers and my father's tie and K's red lipstick (the better to kiss sponsors' ass with, my dear). Do I look like enough of a suit? Sponsor me now, bitch!
My mother says, "Duniya mein jeena hai toh kaam karo pyare!". Bob Dylan says that you've got to serve somebody.
But Arvinder Singh says
8 comments:
how depressing :( i suggest you watch that video that you sent me. what the hell WAS THAT?! i even checked out the dude's website. its fucking hilarious, check it out! i suggest you tell him to give that i hour talk :)
hahahaha! i couldn't agree with that video more! anyway, lennon says 'serve yourself'. and ya know what, we'll survive without capital. bhook ne hai bade pyaar se paala. :D
and you have one of those single-strapped back bag things! hahaha.
girl in the dirty shirt, i think we're following each other on mubi..unless i'm vastly mistaken?
Namits: Dude, no way am I inviting that Alag/Kamal Hassan in Abhay/Astad Deboo/"Voldemort dancing in his chaddis" (as Kav says) to our college, I will have nothing to do with him. However, seeing as I have to hand over the cheque tomorrow and we have no money, I'd say making a spectacle out of that guy might fetch us some.
Those bags suck, someone palmed off this freebie they got somewhere on me.
I am following you on MUBI but I've never used it after signing up.
Saptarshi, I'm not even a bhookha out on my owns, I'm just a brat who whines about things that my parents are paying for. But this fest thing is making me feel like one of those guys selling those wooden foot massagers door to door.
sap, who may you be? am i following you back on mubi? :)
queer fish: voldermort in chaddis :) although a much more well fed one. how did it all go?
if you're the same namita nair then yes! i go by saptarshi, google (through which i sign in) shortens it to sap, i'm not sure why. i haven't really been very communicative with anyone on mubi, but it has a weird format that almost dissuades you from having a dialogue. you have really great taste by the way. :) wait i'll just leave you a post so you know i'm not a disembodied voice in the ether.
queer fish, i read the gen x book over the weekend. it was kinda horrible. it was basically a boomer in gen x garb trying to aggrandize a subset that does not lend itself to classification. which is why reality bites and before sunset look so quaintly dated (and ultimately fail). also, i think bougie guilt is to be nurtured. do not worry if you feel you're a spoilt brat. should we not empathize with raj kapoor's awesome existential pain if we are?
Namits: It's going bad still, but maybe better tomorrow?
Saptarshi: Yeah, it kinda offended me a bit. It was like some uncle talking down to me. But it was interesting in bits. But I do think Reality Bites and Before Sunset are awesome in their cheesy bits too (and of course Sexydouche is in them, along with the two lovelies. And Janeane Garofalo who I love). Existential pain always and foreva.
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