So here I am back in my own city, all alone in my home (akeli ladki khuli tijori jaisi hoti hai and all that) all dusted and swept with just a hint of Camel smoke still lingering in the air, drinking a ginger lemon honey tea. Writing with a head as fever foggy as the great outdoors at this time of year, finally allowing my body one day's rest (barring a little bit of brandy I drank for my throat just now, hehe) from the past few consecutive weeks of sleep deprivation and brainforest destruction .
So I'm going to transcribe from the notebook I kept this week.
[Monday]
"When you have finally submitted to embarrassing capture, take out that baseball bat and show those witches some pasture"
I'm back on truck driver phone after a year with my Anders who burnt his battery out. I'm typing this while all my friends are passed out. As usual I'm listening to my ipod and playing with Sha's Launchpad drumsticks. Got lost in the DND fog while dropping Magpie home. Kilori village? Why the fuck are the two biggest space cadets out to drop anyone home I cannot answer. Sha ne Shaun ki gaand ka khulasa kara aur phir Shaun ne nashe mein aa kar Siddh ki izzat looti. Singing badly but passionately to whatever Sha and Sols play. My alarm is Penchar I'm supposed to wake Dev up but I'll let her snooze for a bit. This goes on for 4 hours while I'm wide awake. I love being amongst passed out friends. I'm quite glad I met the Magpie after ages and got to do "oh no she didn't!" with her.
[Tuesday]
I'm writing with my BFF sleeping next to me like always. We're on a bus going to Dharamshala. Just the 2 of us. I would say honeymoon but don't want to ruin her chances of finding hetero love. I sincerely worry about my mental health sometimes. I've slept 1 hour today. I waited for the sunrise drumming on my legs all of last night. Sols in Silk Smitha pose flashing peace sign bicep and saying in 3 am voice "V, Come to my bed". We're singing Them Crooked Vultures. We eventually wake up Dev who gets into hyper hungover mood. I erased the memory of Siddh's BB. Sha takes a shower and goes to work and we sit around in his room, beating up Siddh, smoking, discussing last night's events and waiting for bhandu Shaun to wake up because Sols his wife says we can't wake him. We drink cold coffee and leave. I can see mirages again on my way home and I feel like I'm tripping and I fall into bed and painfully get an hour of sleep before I have to pack. See my mother's face before we head off on our respective holidays. Dev and I get some provisions from a Mughal Courtier who says our trip is incomplete without it (he also takes advantage of our urgency). Now everyone is asleep again and I'm still listening to Silverchair and typing on my phone. I'm peering into the cabins of passing trucks. Not much fog. Shadows of trees under streetlight. Penchar and chai shops on and on. Sardarji's silhouette has a halo in the fogged up window. We're in Ambala now. I'm Rafiying it up. Tum Jo Mil Gaye Ho. A gurdwara that looks like the kremlin. Conductor shouting out for Chandigarh, sleepies don't seem to care. His little announcements at stops are the best. "Kuch khaana khoona hai toh chale jao" "Bhaar bhoor jana hai toh jao" We're listening to the soundtrack of our life and the LED lights along the road are dancing along. Dew covered fields. Listening to our sleepy music - Bonobo and suddenly I see Orion in the sky. Everyone is hunched up and trying to sleep. I'm splayed out with my feet up and I still can't sleep. I wake up and we're climbing the foothill the jalebi roads have begun. We reach at sunrise. It's only 730 am and we hang around, drink some coffee and head out to Mc L. We're hungry as fuck and want pizza but Namgyal is closed so we go to the lady by the side of the road who makes cold thukpa. Walk around. Look at pretty people. The 'hot hobos' as Dev says, pink scruffy Kashmiri men in those pherans whose faces shine, pretty Himachalis and the alt Tibetan kids with cool hair and nice shoes. Dev and I are leching shamelessly like the Delhi boys we are. "Abbe usko dekh yaar kya totta hai" "Arre yeh toh badi sundar cheez aa rahi hai". I'm feminism fail anyway. We eat an expensive but satisfying omelet and get full and end up wandering up near some mountaineering institute but instead we see children playing near a house on some flat ground and decide it'd be a great place to lay around and smoke. So we climbed down through a dried up waterfall and lay there and get stoned in the sun. Today is our day for chilling with dogs. On our way up we met a bitch who when I whistled at her, instantly rolled over (oh yeah, bitches love me cause they know that I can rock) and demanded to have her belly rubbed. Dev "Aaj se tumhara naam Dwij hai Dwij" so we went up and down that lane 3 times and Dwij hi fived us and even knew our secret handshake. Then during our sunny stoned chill out session we meet Bevis and Butthead, a Pomeranian and an apso. Both were rin safedi white (except they had dirty bums and were fucking smelly buggers) and just emerged out of nowhere and licked our faces and shed all over us and made bhand faces. We climbed back up to the road after another J and took some weird convoluted route. Obviously when we walked back to Namgyal after a detour on Bhagsu road and ate crazy pizza and devoured cake and packed one pizza for Shanno's Mama, Mami and cousin + guests. Somehow the pizza managed to survive the cab and bus ride to Badol and the mountains were snow capped in the distance and peach pink one second and greyscale the other and shine as we drink chai by the street and congratulate ourselves on cold endurance and talk about the mountains like they were people.
[Thursday]
"Oye Raajuhhhh, khaane mein kya kya hai aajuhh?!" our conductor is the shizz. He was looking at the Tibetan boy next to me who has wrapped himself in a sleeping bag and saying "saari thand tennu hi lag rahi hai?" he later starts singing "Hind Des Ke Nivasi". There's a round man who looks at Shanno and I drinking chai and laughing and says "Yeh hoti hai full enjoyment". He's making conversation with some Swedish bloke who he knows. Chivalrous Koreans vacated a seat for me despite us both only having to go to Dharamshala now we got them a place. There's a pirate here who is taking orders for Kung Fu Panda and Transformers 3 and Dirty Picture etc. We have made friends with channa zor garam man who is eating his own wares. Dev is asking him for directions to places, he remembers us from the previous day. Glo Friend next to me is sinking his head deeper into his sleeping bag.
We woke up at 12 because we had a little party the night before. The Witches (Makkhan, Yahoo lady and Mami) played bad music, laughed hysterically and did dances to try and make it snow. Dev's mama was sitting wired in on his laptop like in the Social Network, occasionally looking up to make cracks at his wife or give us little fun facts. Dev and I were initially a little in Delhi girl bitchy mood about the other 2 guests like "omg their music is so bad" but we soon warmed up to them after a couple of more drinks and after realizing that we really like bad music (also Makkhan's mirchi and ande ke paranthe the next day immensely worked in his favour). The kids were playing with Japanese toys and I made terrible drunken nimbu paani for them which they politely drank without a word. We sat outside and smoked endless cigarettes (which is what the other two guests did most of the time we saw them). We bonded with Earth Lady who was also from a Delhi girl's college and was ultimate mazedaar shaadi type dances.
[Friday]
Upon awaking the next afternoon and basking in the sun for a bit we decided to go to Mc Leod and wander around. Of course we ate a million things. We walked up to Bhagsu to look at the fucking ridiculous swimming pool outside the Mata ka Mandir and revel in Punjuness. Boys in kacchas rubbing soap on themselves and diving in screaming "YAAAAAA" into the 4 foot "pool". Then Dev wanted to make a pilgrimage to the hot hills man from last time and the magic forest but we just ended up wandering around and climbing up and up past fighting school kids and bhand hippie shops to where the blue arrows were going and found a spot for scenes. A cave/stone party spot so we decided to smoke but suddenly we saw 2 nevlas running about and
Dev was scared of Mallika Shehraway jumping out and going all Hissss on our asses so we sat outside on some rocks and saw more biblical type signs like goats including one we named Rohit after a friend we made at a party once. A cat climbed up the rock and into my lap so I named her after myself. We walked down as it started getting dark but stopped for another joint because we found a shady spot with a great view. Take the bhasad bus home. Tonight is the relatively peaceful night at home. The young one is telling jokes and cackling and rolling around hysterically. Shanno and I polish off 2 bottles of fruit wine and sit around in the freezing cold and look at the stars and say stupid things like we usually say. Next day we have to leave but we have been given orders to pick up things for our friends so we just walk up and down Mc L and soak in the last of peace and quiet before we leave. We meet our bus friends "bus mein mile the!" is shouted out across streets. Walk around the monastry. The man at the bag check tells me that he's been to the Haunted House in the mall near my place and thinks it's quite scary. We sit in the sun for a while. Bus+cab back home. One last look at the hobos. We say our goodbyes. We're stuck on the last 2 seats and our ipod died soon and uncles were pretty much sleeping on my lap so we get some twisted sleep and wake up for chai breaks. Drunk man outside bathroom waving a stick at old Tibetan ladies. Shopkeeper with Noida links. Jamnapar ftw!
[Saturday]
Home. My bed. Sleep. Watch TV. Wait. Buy food. People pour in. We inaugurate the gift we bought for Kaltrix. We look at pictures from an epic party a year ago and laugh our asses off. Kaltricks introduces us to Oh Tina which is the best thing I've seen in a very long time. A giant joint is rolled. People divide into little groups in the various rooms. The smokers are outside, there are some people on my bed, in my kitchen. Dikra is playing things like Forever Young. There's a dismembered blue hand that was holding the chillum but is now making it's way into Dikra's pants. Jugni and I are dancing to jugni type songs. At some point Kaltrix and I decide to go upstairs to play with fire.
We break one cane chair into pieces by stomping on it and the other one we burn whole. Kaltrix's equally crazycrazy cousins are trying to get me to set fire to a bamboo lounge chair too and calling it the "fire tub" but I put my foot down. By the time we come downstairs people have eaten, got fucked up and are in various stages of unconsciousness all over my home. I love it. As usual I can't sleep so I do the other thing I like doing after scenes. Cleaning up. I sweep and swab and burn agarbattis and pick up trash from the terrace to the bathrooms. After the Smegs (don't ask what I'm talking about) leave there's nothing else to do so I sleep for a few hours before the girls wake me up and we go to Lakshmi Coffee House for dosas. I return, clean once more. I lie in front of the telly all day. I watch reruns of reruns that I had watched just the previous day. I think about characters from Mad Men like they were my closest friends. I smoke. I make many ginger lemon honey teas and I smoke some more. Now I'm going to pop some crocin and go to sleep.
I leave you with a playlist. This works for long bus/train rides, getting fucked up and looking at the stars and laying awake and thinking while people you love are asleep around you.
Habib Koite - Sirata
Swervedriver - Pile Up
Spacemen 3 - Call the Doctor
The Field Mice - The World To Me
Sleepy Sun - Lord
Sciflyer - Burning Down the House
Slowdive - Primal
Malory - Just Be
So I'm going to transcribe from the notebook I kept this week.
[Monday]
"When you have finally submitted to embarrassing capture, take out that baseball bat and show those witches some pasture"
I'm back on truck driver phone after a year with my Anders who burnt his battery out. I'm typing this while all my friends are passed out. As usual I'm listening to my ipod and playing with Sha's Launchpad drumsticks. Got lost in the DND fog while dropping Magpie home. Kilori village? Why the fuck are the two biggest space cadets out to drop anyone home I cannot answer. Sha ne Shaun ki gaand ka khulasa kara aur phir Shaun ne nashe mein aa kar Siddh ki izzat looti. Singing badly but passionately to whatever Sha and Sols play. My alarm is Penchar I'm supposed to wake Dev up but I'll let her snooze for a bit. This goes on for 4 hours while I'm wide awake. I love being amongst passed out friends. I'm quite glad I met the Magpie after ages and got to do "oh no she didn't!" with her.
[Tuesday]
I'm writing with my BFF sleeping next to me like always. We're on a bus going to Dharamshala. Just the 2 of us. I would say honeymoon but don't want to ruin her chances of finding hetero love. I sincerely worry about my mental health sometimes. I've slept 1 hour today. I waited for the sunrise drumming on my legs all of last night. Sols in Silk Smitha pose flashing peace sign bicep and saying in 3 am voice "V, Come to my bed". We're singing Them Crooked Vultures. We eventually wake up Dev who gets into hyper hungover mood. I erased the memory of Siddh's BB. Sha takes a shower and goes to work and we sit around in his room, beating up Siddh, smoking, discussing last night's events and waiting for bhandu Shaun to wake up because Sols his wife says we can't wake him. We drink cold coffee and leave. I can see mirages again on my way home and I feel like I'm tripping and I fall into bed and painfully get an hour of sleep before I have to pack. See my mother's face before we head off on our respective holidays. Dev and I get some provisions from a Mughal Courtier who says our trip is incomplete without it (he also takes advantage of our urgency). Now everyone is asleep again and I'm still listening to Silverchair and typing on my phone. I'm peering into the cabins of passing trucks. Not much fog. Shadows of trees under streetlight. Penchar and chai shops on and on. Sardarji's silhouette has a halo in the fogged up window. We're in Ambala now. I'm Rafiying it up. Tum Jo Mil Gaye Ho. A gurdwara that looks like the kremlin. Conductor shouting out for Chandigarh, sleepies don't seem to care. His little announcements at stops are the best. "Kuch khaana khoona hai toh chale jao" "Bhaar bhoor jana hai toh jao" We're listening to the soundtrack of our life and the LED lights along the road are dancing along. Dew covered fields. Listening to our sleepy music - Bonobo and suddenly I see Orion in the sky. Everyone is hunched up and trying to sleep. I'm splayed out with my feet up and I still can't sleep. I wake up and we're climbing the foothill the jalebi roads have begun. We reach at sunrise. It's only 730 am and we hang around, drink some coffee and head out to Mc L. We're hungry as fuck and want pizza but Namgyal is closed so we go to the lady by the side of the road who makes cold thukpa. Walk around. Look at pretty people. The 'hot hobos' as Dev says, pink scruffy Kashmiri men in those pherans whose faces shine, pretty Himachalis and the alt Tibetan kids with cool hair and nice shoes. Dev and I are leching shamelessly like the Delhi boys we are. "Abbe usko dekh yaar kya totta hai" "Arre yeh toh badi sundar cheez aa rahi hai". I'm feminism fail anyway. We eat an expensive but satisfying omelet and get full and end up wandering up near some mountaineering institute but instead we see children playing near a house on some flat ground and decide it'd be a great place to lay around and smoke. So we climbed down through a dried up waterfall and lay there and get stoned in the sun. Today is our day for chilling with dogs. On our way up we met a bitch who when I whistled at her, instantly rolled over (oh yeah, bitches love me cause they know that I can rock) and demanded to have her belly rubbed. Dev "Aaj se tumhara naam Dwij hai Dwij" so we went up and down that lane 3 times and Dwij hi fived us and even knew our secret handshake. Then during our sunny stoned chill out session we meet Bevis and Butthead, a Pomeranian and an apso. Both were rin safedi white (except they had dirty bums and were fucking smelly buggers) and just emerged out of nowhere and licked our faces and shed all over us and made bhand faces. We climbed back up to the road after another J and took some weird convoluted route. Obviously when we walked back to Namgyal after a detour on Bhagsu road and ate crazy pizza and devoured cake and packed one pizza for Shanno's Mama, Mami and cousin + guests. Somehow the pizza managed to survive the cab and bus ride to Badol and the mountains were snow capped in the distance and peach pink one second and greyscale the other and shine as we drink chai by the street and congratulate ourselves on cold endurance and talk about the mountains like they were people.
[Thursday]
"Oye Raajuhhhh, khaane mein kya kya hai aajuhh?!" our conductor is the shizz. He was looking at the Tibetan boy next to me who has wrapped himself in a sleeping bag and saying "saari thand tennu hi lag rahi hai?" he later starts singing "Hind Des Ke Nivasi". There's a round man who looks at Shanno and I drinking chai and laughing and says "Yeh hoti hai full enjoyment". He's making conversation with some Swedish bloke who he knows. Chivalrous Koreans vacated a seat for me despite us both only having to go to Dharamshala now we got them a place. There's a pirate here who is taking orders for Kung Fu Panda and Transformers 3 and Dirty Picture etc. We have made friends with channa zor garam man who is eating his own wares. Dev is asking him for directions to places, he remembers us from the previous day. Glo Friend next to me is sinking his head deeper into his sleeping bag.
We woke up at 12 because we had a little party the night before. The Witches (Makkhan, Yahoo lady and Mami) played bad music, laughed hysterically and did dances to try and make it snow. Dev's mama was sitting wired in on his laptop like in the Social Network, occasionally looking up to make cracks at his wife or give us little fun facts. Dev and I were initially a little in Delhi girl bitchy mood about the other 2 guests like "omg their music is so bad" but we soon warmed up to them after a couple of more drinks and after realizing that we really like bad music (also Makkhan's mirchi and ande ke paranthe the next day immensely worked in his favour). The kids were playing with Japanese toys and I made terrible drunken nimbu paani for them which they politely drank without a word. We sat outside and smoked endless cigarettes (which is what the other two guests did most of the time we saw them). We bonded with Earth Lady who was also from a Delhi girl's college and was ultimate mazedaar shaadi type dances.
[Friday]
Upon awaking the next afternoon and basking in the sun for a bit we decided to go to Mc Leod and wander around. Of course we ate a million things. We walked up to Bhagsu to look at the fucking ridiculous swimming pool outside the Mata ka Mandir and revel in Punjuness. Boys in kacchas rubbing soap on themselves and diving in screaming "YAAAAAA" into the 4 foot "pool". Then Dev wanted to make a pilgrimage to the hot hills man from last time and the magic forest but we just ended up wandering around and climbing up and up past fighting school kids and bhand hippie shops to where the blue arrows were going and found a spot for scenes. A cave/stone party spot so we decided to smoke but suddenly we saw 2 nevlas running about and
Dev was scared of Mallika Shehraway jumping out and going all Hissss on our asses so we sat outside on some rocks and saw more biblical type signs like goats including one we named Rohit after a friend we made at a party once. A cat climbed up the rock and into my lap so I named her after myself. We walked down as it started getting dark but stopped for another joint because we found a shady spot with a great view. Take the bhasad bus home. Tonight is the relatively peaceful night at home. The young one is telling jokes and cackling and rolling around hysterically. Shanno and I polish off 2 bottles of fruit wine and sit around in the freezing cold and look at the stars and say stupid things like we usually say. Next day we have to leave but we have been given orders to pick up things for our friends so we just walk up and down Mc L and soak in the last of peace and quiet before we leave. We meet our bus friends "bus mein mile the!" is shouted out across streets. Walk around the monastry. The man at the bag check tells me that he's been to the Haunted House in the mall near my place and thinks it's quite scary. We sit in the sun for a while. Bus+cab back home. One last look at the hobos. We say our goodbyes. We're stuck on the last 2 seats and our ipod died soon and uncles were pretty much sleeping on my lap so we get some twisted sleep and wake up for chai breaks. Drunk man outside bathroom waving a stick at old Tibetan ladies. Shopkeeper with Noida links. Jamnapar ftw!
[Saturday]
Home. My bed. Sleep. Watch TV. Wait. Buy food. People pour in. We inaugurate the gift we bought for Kaltrix. We look at pictures from an epic party a year ago and laugh our asses off. Kaltricks introduces us to Oh Tina which is the best thing I've seen in a very long time. A giant joint is rolled. People divide into little groups in the various rooms. The smokers are outside, there are some people on my bed, in my kitchen. Dikra is playing things like Forever Young. There's a dismembered blue hand that was holding the chillum but is now making it's way into Dikra's pants. Jugni and I are dancing to jugni type songs. At some point Kaltrix and I decide to go upstairs to play with fire.
We break one cane chair into pieces by stomping on it and the other one we burn whole. Kaltrix's equally crazycrazy cousins are trying to get me to set fire to a bamboo lounge chair too and calling it the "fire tub" but I put my foot down. By the time we come downstairs people have eaten, got fucked up and are in various stages of unconsciousness all over my home. I love it. As usual I can't sleep so I do the other thing I like doing after scenes. Cleaning up. I sweep and swab and burn agarbattis and pick up trash from the terrace to the bathrooms. After the Smegs (don't ask what I'm talking about) leave there's nothing else to do so I sleep for a few hours before the girls wake me up and we go to Lakshmi Coffee House for dosas. I return, clean once more. I lie in front of the telly all day. I watch reruns of reruns that I had watched just the previous day. I think about characters from Mad Men like they were my closest friends. I smoke. I make many ginger lemon honey teas and I smoke some more. Now I'm going to pop some crocin and go to sleep.
I leave you with a playlist. This works for long bus/train rides, getting fucked up and looking at the stars and laying awake and thinking while people you love are asleep around you.
Habib Koite - Sirata
Swervedriver - Pile Up
Spacemen 3 - Call the Doctor
The Field Mice - The World To Me
Sleepy Sun - Lord
Sciflyer - Burning Down the House
Slowdive - Primal
Malory - Just Be
6 comments:
happy new year dawg.
you're awesome.
Your face is awesome. Chodh ke jaa rahi hai mujhe weekend pe.
Also, Happy New Year, you lot.
bro I wish I was devoted enough to write these memoir type detailed posts man. I want to write a preetnagar one but I'm too fucking lazy and i'm getting bugged with myself so I'm not.
Man, that's because I'm always writing down shit as it happens to avoid forgetting. It comes from being a note taker in class I think. Not everyone needs to do it. I was about to tell you to go write a post but you already have so I shall meet you on your blog.
Marco.
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