Daftar Diaries

Pari Chowk - named simply due to its golden and silver fairies emerging from lotus buds. "Advocates", glorified typists at the Greater Noida authority. The lawyer's office smells like piss. He has pictures with Sehwag, Daler Mehendi, Shaktiman (Shaktiman with shades and an upside down smile and the lawyer with a V shaped smile, taken inexplicably at a school function), (at a club, dancing with a) Bacchan lookalike. Ralph Lauren stud with Hai Hukku    jeans and pointy shoes. Khosla   scenes - father is Khosla sahab with 'roid rage, Dad woke up with a hemorrhaged eye, I think the poor blood vessel burst because of passive aggression. My brother is Chironji Lal a.k.a. Cherry, the good, neat older son. I am Bunty, the nalayak, the berozgar, who is unbathed and is wearing a Beers of The Word T-shirt from the previous day which he wore to the Hawan in the house this morning as well. This is all my dad's fault, basically we're running around today, two days before my brother is leaving because my dad forgot to do something that he had the past 5 years to do.Overheard- "Alpha 2 mein *hic* aajana *hic*" (The sectors in G.Noida are Alpha, Beta, Gamma and so on). I'd really like to see poor Kafka left in a sarkari daftar in Greater Noida. It all smells like piss and unwashed, restricted bodyparts. Plastic chairs chained to tables and typewriters clattering along. I have a fascination for the Bauhaus chair    and how it appears in these mundane offices as a relic stripped of all its artistic quality. Bhainsas in the gardens. Notices stuck to the wall. Notary to our man Rajiv "Tu toh madarchod har din muh utha kar aa jata hai" Then to my dad "Uncleji bura mat maniyega yeh toh apna hi ladka hai.