I've been feeling lazy about writing this all down since usually I write during a lull in activity, where you bask in the warm glow of a good holiday. But this time we pretty much right away returned to being idiots, breaking and entering into our friend's house to steal booze, sitting outside the school gates, reminiscing and drinking wine and getting stoned while flashing a "yea" (pronounced "yay" as sleazily as possible) at the CCTV, going to random people's parties just to drink or dance. But I shall write this down because documenting is what I do. This might not make sense because it's just straight off my notebook, but it's mostly for those who it will make sense to anyway.
So for your pleasure, further adventures of Team Bhasad.
Day1.
We were 11+4 in the bus, the ride began with some uncertainty. Deba and Mait, Mr. and Mrs. Pukington have popped some pills and were unconscious throughout the journey. Blabs stole water from a sleeping man. The conductor had given us permission to smoke in the cabin but we decided to take that further and just smoke in the bus, since there were only like 5 people other than us on the bus and they were way in front (besides these 2 young dudes who were only too happy with our party). Siddh "Can I fit in your oven?"
Chandigarh kare ashiqi, joints a flowin in the magic bus. Punjabi music and remixes. Bus hamari hai. Siddh's attempts at dirty talk. Talking about the gender stereotypes about wanking. Where all have you done it? Sols did it in Shaun's bathroomyesterday last sunday (Sols' edit), Siddh takes this as a cue to talk about his lund.
Close my eyes and no thoughts come and I'm happy watching the light shift in the bus and the orange glow of cigarettes scattered across windows, each of us in our personal late night lands. Factory smoke, canals, gurmukhi. Creeping into mountains. Gurdass Mann chole bhature.
Some songs I'm scared to tune other people on to, like I'd lose a part of myself, or be rejected. It's like how people were afraid of getting photographed. Tibetan lawyer smelling ganj plants while smoking a J. I smile, we light up our own. Conductor doesn't even care now when he sees giant smokeclouds in the back. Listening to God is an Astronaut watching watercolour clouds eat the moon. Entering hills requires a J. Bhand off our faces and listening to Floyd, the premier experience throughout the ages. Back benchers at rock and roll high school, haha.
Reserved as I may be, listening to music I haven't heard in a while with people I love makes it all just melt away. Eucalyptus and rain smell. Shaz and I singing Tool songs at 5 am while the others are asleep. Goodmorning J. Feel good inc in da house. No place to stay, we're all wandering door to door with our bagpacks, we rest in some pretty cafe with substandard food, but there are comfy durries and gaddas.
Sitting outside Seven Hills which isn't even our hotel and making noise in various places and being recognized as the obnoxious Delhi kids we are, even by firangs.Everyone Deba is saying "chalomountainspechaletainjunglepechaltehainriverpechaltehainaaaaaaaaah" Tiredish? And sleep deprived. A guy who looks like Andrew Garfield with cool shades just walked by and smoothly hifived a friend walking the opposite direction. And a lady who was totally headlighting just walked by and the boys are pretending they didn't notice. The Smegs have gone off on their own to get water and looking around, they're getting bored. I'm quite sure we're just going to end up going from one cafe to another. Funk period.
Two stylish ladies are sitting next to us and they riff off our agony over not being able to wear what we want without getting stared at. Main Andrew Garfield ko tadh rahi hoon. Deba is tripping out alone on the camera and we're trying to keep silent and discreet because there's a united colours off Benetton meeting of assorted hippies who gave us dirty looks.
Separation. Got a room in Bhagsu, creepers are our neighbours, their legs are dangling in front of us. Go to Bhagsu waterfall, freeze bollocks off. Bollywood and honeymoon scenes. Maggi. Indecision. Shiva Cafe. Typicals. Hippie parents and mowgli kids. Jotts. Home. Change. Back to McL for lunch. First to cold Thukpa lady. Then Norling. Everything is so surreal. I was dozing off at Norling. Some lemon Coke fixed that. Back to automaton mode. Watching the buskers. TanTan is getting fucking pissed off with Deba, Siddh and Blabs. Bicky is the young dude whose dad runs the guest house, he walks around singing "Paani Da Rang" [as does his little Indian Idol brother] and gets yelled at by his dad occasionally. He's very happy that we're here [desi folk] and he says that the creepers will get their asses kicked if they try shit. Bix also gets some important supplies for us.
Day 2.
Can't write my backlog now. A little buzzed now. Climbed up till some mandir to watch the mountains. My hands are all fluid. Kind of feel like I'm tripping but not like yesterday. I could see like rainbows on the moon. Laughing at Siddh's face in the German bakery for no reason (other than the obvious) We're sitting at Out of the Blue which is owned by a crazy mofo named Murugan who keeps taking Blab's ass and calling him Momo. Sab dheere dheere bhand ho rahe hain, we can't get enough of those mojitos. "Ashok bhai aa rahe hain abhi danda le kar, tum sab ki khair nahi, specially yeh Momo ki". Deba aur Mo ko *crank it up type hand gestures* karne ka mann hai. Deba muh neeche kar ke naachta hai. Mo tries to do a thumka but ends up rubbing his stomach and tapping his head and now evereyone's doing it and I realize everyone is fucking high, when did that happen? Why are we talking about bukkake? Siddh is unusually quiet today aur sab uski le rahe hain ki woh kyun baat nahi kar raha. Dikra deeps saying "man" like Paul used to (except it sounds like German-Jamaican-Gawar) which pisses everyone sp. Shanno off. From tomorrow Mait becomes Momo and Momo becomes Mait. We're having a Soli drawing competition on Shaz' tablet. Me - "yaar JJ kahan hai?" Murugs - "JJ taiyar hai upar, ayegi?" Murugs is taking Momo's gujju ass but offering us discounts. Captain Murugan and us are exchanging JJs and he's playing crazy music.
Captain M is fucking stoned and he's called ESPN and he's on the air and the anchor is going mad asking "are you trying to watch online, is that what you're trying to do there?". A collective OYE! goes up when Wish you were here plays.
Day 3. Sitting outside Lala is barking at the firangs (me, reading Our Band Could Be Your Life) ironically listening to White Minority , you get that feel a lot here (the litereal reading, I mean). Today is sunday and there are just cars and cars and cars. All the creepers are on the streets and we're getting harrowed because of the horns and so everytime someone honks we all go "aahhh" like Siddh and the drivers get embarrassed and laugh. The ladies are getting leched at and "serenaded" and the boys appear to realize for the first time what street harassment is like, it's mindboggling that they've never realized that this happens to us everyday, everywhere. A really fucking trippy stylish man wearing heart shaped rhinestone covered shades and multicoloured clothes gives us a flyer for a local school music show. Everyone is kind of having a BT at least I am, so I think everyone else is too and I'm walking ahead, pissed off and swearing. We've sat at Namgyal and it's getting better. Siddh dalla is shoving a camera in my face. Last night we returned from Murugan's and got bhand as usual. Wine, chillums, music, being much too loud. We're having some fucked up conversation about birthing and Deba's thankful he's not a woman because he claims (trying to be sensitive) that you need too much strength. I brought Diana but I haven't taken any pictures with her as usual because for some reason I feel like she deserves some crazy scenes, which is the actual opposite of the rules of the Lomo world. But I'm trying to promise myself to take her out and not take the digital so I can be both impulsive and think about composition.
Deba's astute observations "Shanno ko attention bahut pasand hai na. Shanno bahut animated hai na"
Mo thinks women are like a different species.
We're sitting at viewside cafe and bumming a chillum. The boys (Shaz, Siddh and Mo) are wearing harem pants. Shaz bought a didgeridoo and we look so fucking typical right now. Siddh "Mujhe bum karna hai, I'm a hippie, yo". Deba's South Indian superstar name is Ranga. Shanno's making toilet sounds with the didg.
Home. Karaoke. Making noise. Party rockers. Beatles and boy bands. Earlier, Sols is my ailing father who I'm taking on a char dham yatra. We stop to sing Backstreet Boys outside a cafe and end up scaring some bhandus. Drunk and stumblin'. Tore my brother's pants, hurt myself in various places and wear them as a badge of (drunken) honour. Tom Yum Thai guy after taking our order - "HOLY SHIT"
Day 4. Just got back from a crazy "trek" in the jungle. From the Gallu waterfall. In the dark. Full on Fellowship LOTR scenes. Murugan is showering packets of Camels from the sky, saying "Mujhe laga ki Momo ko Bhalu ne pakad liya". Murgs <3s Momo hardcore. I'm not wearing a shirt under my jacket and I might just get pneumonia but issokay. Drinking celebratory mojitos. Everyone was having a BT in the morning, woke up late, pissing each other off. Pit stop for maal (which now kind of seems worth it? Heehee) Got out of home at 1pm. It was raining, no one knew where we were going [everyone was pissed off], a dog named Moti joined us from our hotel and came with us the entire way. He's sleeping now under the table. He's ours [sp. Deba's] direwolf. At OTB while we were waiting, Moti decided to jump into a little water trough. He's ADHD like that, likes to pretend to jump off cliffs to get attention. [Now] Pizza's here, oh sweet blue cheesus. Earlier in the morning, Floyd at German Bakery, bit of a mindfux. Hot for a bit Mohawk french dude. We were finding spots to bum in. Treacherous rocks, landslide areas. Trees where Deba is creepin like a jungle rapist. The journey felt like days. Deba trying to be a stud and run around, but he's quite a badass. Moti keeps underestimating his own size and almost making peeps fall over. When we finally reached the waterfall we felt vindicated. Screaming. Lol/jk signs that said waterfall 5 minutes ahead for the past hour. Slowly climb in, sub zero water, freeze everything off sitting in the pool and treading the waters carefully. Blabs and his fucking showercap. Shanno and I trying to change in a cave. The boys [successfully] tried to make a fire and I'm warming my ass over it. Chai and chillums at the little shop. We borrow safi from some folks who need it for a bandage, but were kind enough to lend us a scrap so that we won't have to use dried up wet wipes again. Blabs is creepin' on our conversation about the discomforts of wet bras. The way back, fighting the light. All walking in single file, yelling out to each other "guys, big rock! Landslide! Slippery leaves!" We have a few torches, using our phones and ipods. SUCH a fucking stupid thing to do but it was awesome. Walking in the dark through super narrow paths feeling like we're getting nowhere. Stop for smokes. Murugs tells us there are bears around these parts, was an attack 3 weeks ago. Running down when we reach the road, singing. we're all giants. Making light drawings. Stops in the dark looking at the stars. Moti has been given the last slice of pizza. He is the man. A spider is trying to eat our pizza. Momo - "Aaj se main yeh sab kuch nahi karoonga. Maitreyi ki tarah jeena chahiye"
Day 4. Passed out early last night, didn't end up going for the rave, not that we cared. Moti [who slept with the Smegs last night and who pissed off Lala who ended up sleeping under our bed because she didn't care for his advances] is being given some lovin' by some goris and our man in Tom Yum Thai, the #1 playa is chatting them up expertly. The food here is craze and now I think they like us [because it's our last day here, hahaha]. Moti himself is hitting on a Pomeranian. The boys are talking in science language and mindfucking us. Everyone who comes in looks at us like "whaddafuax?", Tom Yum Thai Guy #2 with the big juda is explaining that we're leaving for Delhi today, bagpacks everywhere. This maal is yummy. Moti is sleepin' in the sun.
The boys are fucking geeking out about codes and Maths. TYT love Bob Marley and Telefon Tel Aviv. We're all broke as hell and the ATM is only at McL. Bix is too sweet. He was talking about how the rave was "full power", 500 people in Shiva Cafe. I want to see what he's like when he grows up [not creepin', ok, maybe a little bit]. He has a weed leaf patch on his bagpack, like a highschool kid of DU first year.
The bill at TYT says "Chillout Group". I <3 them. All I'm hearing from the boys is 'vector spaces' and 'isometry' and 'annihilator' and all I can think of is Annihilator is a thrash band that I used to listen to when I was a kid. The bill is as usual a pain. Maths kids fight over who will divide it and everyone is screaming about who ate what.
The thought of trying to figure out something to do at home just popped into my head and now since I've written it down it passed away. We've smoked a million Camels on this trip and the packs just disappear. My eye hurts. Blabs just got "feminist slapped" [best new phrase ever, invented by Sols] Mo - "The boys can go play pool" Shans - "What will the girls do, shop?" Me - "And while we're at it why don't we go home, pop a few kids out and cool dinner for you?!"
Lol/jk is the takiya kalam for this trip, that and "yea" after everything.
Deba "Vaise bada maza ata hai common bathroom mein".
Mo "Dodgeball should be an olympic sport"
They're playing DubFX in TYT, they're crazy dudes. Mo and TanTan dynamics are awesome. TYT guy#1 has some Canada connexion that he's exploiting with a chick.
Later, killing time in Nicks. Angry Aussie Aunty - "This [back suppourt broken] is what happens when you ask someone to fix your bagpack. Who is an idiot. I just asked for wheels"
Bix was test driving around the yellow Enfield named Leopard. He's the only person I've seen who has made tattoo sleeves work. I'm sure all the other 17 year old ladies in Bhagsu <3 him "badboy" stylie.
My notebook trails off when the others leave and Shans and I head to Shyam's house. Getting drunk with Shyam in his home that's turned into a bachelor den while wifey is gone. Lemon rice without lemon. Shyam's ode to motherhood. Smoking broken cigarettes and scrounging butts from the ashtray. Shyam's ode to motherhood and critique of dudes who romanticize being 'out of the system'. "Eunuch Intellectualism" [Shyam's term] is my new favourite term. Philosophizing about war and freedom &cetera and feeling like we're in a hostel. On the last day we suddenly wake up tired after hours of Saarang trying to wake us. We go to Norbulingka but end up eating some crap food and return. Saarang and I play fake versions of my childhood games on his Mitashi. I read while Shans sleeps. Wander around the top half of the house. We mostly sleep on the ride home.
Till next time, always collecting stories.
So for your pleasure, further adventures of Team Bhasad.
Day1.
We were 11+4 in the bus, the ride began with some uncertainty. Deba and Mait, Mr. and Mrs. Pukington have popped some pills and were unconscious throughout the journey. Blabs stole water from a sleeping man. The conductor had given us permission to smoke in the cabin but we decided to take that further and just smoke in the bus, since there were only like 5 people other than us on the bus and they were way in front (besides these 2 young dudes who were only too happy with our party). Siddh "Can I fit in your oven?"
Chandigarh kare ashiqi, joints a flowin in the magic bus. Punjabi music and remixes. Bus hamari hai. Siddh's attempts at dirty talk. Talking about the gender stereotypes about wanking. Where all have you done it? Sols did it in Shaun's bathroom
Close my eyes and no thoughts come and I'm happy watching the light shift in the bus and the orange glow of cigarettes scattered across windows, each of us in our personal late night lands. Factory smoke, canals, gurmukhi. Creeping into mountains. Gurdass Mann chole bhature.
Some songs I'm scared to tune other people on to, like I'd lose a part of myself, or be rejected. It's like how people were afraid of getting photographed. Tibetan lawyer smelling ganj plants while smoking a J. I smile, we light up our own. Conductor doesn't even care now when he sees giant smokeclouds in the back. Listening to God is an Astronaut watching watercolour clouds eat the moon. Entering hills requires a J. Bhand off our faces and listening to Floyd, the premier experience throughout the ages. Back benchers at rock and roll high school, haha.
Reserved as I may be, listening to music I haven't heard in a while with people I love makes it all just melt away. Eucalyptus and rain smell. Shaz and I singing Tool songs at 5 am while the others are asleep. Goodmorning J. Feel good inc in da house. No place to stay, we're all wandering door to door with our bagpacks, we rest in some pretty cafe with substandard food, but there are comfy durries and gaddas.
Sitting outside Seven Hills which isn't even our hotel and making noise in various places and being recognized as the obnoxious Delhi kids we are, even by firangs.
Two stylish ladies are sitting next to us and they riff off our agony over not being able to wear what we want without getting stared at. Main Andrew Garfield ko tadh rahi hoon. Deba is tripping out alone on the camera and we're trying to keep silent and discreet because there's a united colours off Benetton meeting of assorted hippies who gave us dirty looks.
Separation. Got a room in Bhagsu, creepers are our neighbours, their legs are dangling in front of us. Go to Bhagsu waterfall, freeze bollocks off. Bollywood and honeymoon scenes. Maggi. Indecision. Shiva Cafe. Typicals. Hippie parents and mowgli kids. Jotts. Home. Change. Back to McL for lunch. First to cold Thukpa lady. Then Norling. Everything is so surreal. I was dozing off at Norling. Some lemon Coke fixed that. Back to automaton mode. Watching the buskers. TanTan is getting fucking pissed off with Deba, Siddh and Blabs. Bicky is the young dude whose dad runs the guest house, he walks around singing "Paani Da Rang" [as does his little Indian Idol brother] and gets yelled at by his dad occasionally. He's very happy that we're here [desi folk] and he says that the creepers will get their asses kicked if they try shit. Bix also gets some important supplies for us.
Day 2.
Can't write my backlog now. A little buzzed now. Climbed up till some mandir to watch the mountains. My hands are all fluid. Kind of feel like I'm tripping but not like yesterday. I could see like rainbows on the moon. Laughing at Siddh's face in the German bakery for no reason (other than the obvious) We're sitting at Out of the Blue which is owned by a crazy mofo named Murugan who keeps taking Blab's ass and calling him Momo. Sab dheere dheere bhand ho rahe hain, we can't get enough of those mojitos. "Ashok bhai aa rahe hain abhi danda le kar, tum sab ki khair nahi, specially yeh Momo ki". Deba aur Mo ko *crank it up type hand gestures* karne ka mann hai. Deba muh neeche kar ke naachta hai. Mo tries to do a thumka but ends up rubbing his stomach and tapping his head and now evereyone's doing it and I realize everyone is fucking high, when did that happen? Why are we talking about bukkake? Siddh is unusually quiet today aur sab uski le rahe hain ki woh kyun baat nahi kar raha. Dikra deeps saying "man" like Paul used to (except it sounds like German-Jamaican-Gawar) which pisses everyone sp. Shanno off. From tomorrow Mait becomes Momo and Momo becomes Mait. We're having a Soli drawing competition on Shaz' tablet. Me - "yaar JJ kahan hai?" Murugs - "JJ taiyar hai upar, ayegi?" Murugs is taking Momo's gujju ass but offering us discounts. Captain Murugan and us are exchanging JJs and he's playing crazy music.
Captain M is fucking stoned and he's called ESPN and he's on the air and the anchor is going mad asking "are you trying to watch online, is that what you're trying to do there?". A collective OYE! goes up when Wish you were here plays.
Day 3. Sitting outside Lala is barking at the firangs (me, reading Our Band Could Be Your Life) ironically listening to White Minority , you get that feel a lot here (the litereal reading, I mean). Today is sunday and there are just cars and cars and cars. All the creepers are on the streets and we're getting harrowed because of the horns and so everytime someone honks we all go "aahhh" like Siddh and the drivers get embarrassed and laugh. The ladies are getting leched at and "serenaded" and the boys appear to realize for the first time what street harassment is like, it's mindboggling that they've never realized that this happens to us everyday, everywhere. A really fucking trippy stylish man wearing heart shaped rhinestone covered shades and multicoloured clothes gives us a flyer for a local school music show. Everyone is kind of having a BT at least I am, so I think everyone else is too and I'm walking ahead, pissed off and swearing. We've sat at Namgyal and it's getting better. Siddh dalla is shoving a camera in my face. Last night we returned from Murugan's and got bhand as usual. Wine, chillums, music, being much too loud. We're having some fucked up conversation about birthing and Deba's thankful he's not a woman because he claims (trying to be sensitive) that you need too much strength. I brought Diana but I haven't taken any pictures with her as usual because for some reason I feel like she deserves some crazy scenes, which is the actual opposite of the rules of the Lomo world. But I'm trying to promise myself to take her out and not take the digital so I can be both impulsive and think about composition.
Deba's astute observations "Shanno ko attention bahut pasand hai na. Shanno bahut animated hai na"
Mo thinks women are like a different species.
We're sitting at viewside cafe and bumming a chillum. The boys (Shaz, Siddh and Mo) are wearing harem pants. Shaz bought a didgeridoo and we look so fucking typical right now. Siddh "Mujhe bum karna hai, I'm a hippie, yo". Deba's South Indian superstar name is Ranga. Shanno's making toilet sounds with the didg.
Home. Karaoke. Making noise. Party rockers. Beatles and boy bands. Earlier, Sols is my ailing father who I'm taking on a char dham yatra. We stop to sing Backstreet Boys outside a cafe and end up scaring some bhandus. Drunk and stumblin'. Tore my brother's pants, hurt myself in various places and wear them as a badge of (drunken) honour. Tom Yum Thai guy after taking our order - "HOLY SHIT"
Day 4. Just got back from a crazy "trek" in the jungle. From the Gallu waterfall. In the dark. Full on Fellowship LOTR scenes. Murugan is showering packets of Camels from the sky, saying "Mujhe laga ki Momo ko Bhalu ne pakad liya". Murgs <3s Momo hardcore. I'm not wearing a shirt under my jacket and I might just get pneumonia but issokay. Drinking celebratory mojitos. Everyone was having a BT in the morning, woke up late, pissing each other off. Pit stop for maal (which now kind of seems worth it? Heehee) Got out of home at 1pm. It was raining, no one knew where we were going [everyone was pissed off], a dog named Moti joined us from our hotel and came with us the entire way. He's sleeping now under the table. He's ours [sp. Deba's] direwolf. At OTB while we were waiting, Moti decided to jump into a little water trough. He's ADHD like that, likes to pretend to jump off cliffs to get attention. [Now] Pizza's here, oh sweet blue cheesus. Earlier in the morning, Floyd at German Bakery, bit of a mindfux. Hot for a bit Mohawk french dude. We were finding spots to bum in. Treacherous rocks, landslide areas. Trees where Deba is creepin like a jungle rapist. The journey felt like days. Deba trying to be a stud and run around, but he's quite a badass. Moti keeps underestimating his own size and almost making peeps fall over. When we finally reached the waterfall we felt vindicated. Screaming. Lol/jk signs that said waterfall 5 minutes ahead for the past hour. Slowly climb in, sub zero water, freeze everything off sitting in the pool and treading the waters carefully. Blabs and his fucking showercap. Shanno and I trying to change in a cave. The boys [successfully] tried to make a fire and I'm warming my ass over it. Chai and chillums at the little shop. We borrow safi from some folks who need it for a bandage, but were kind enough to lend us a scrap so that we won't have to use dried up wet wipes again. Blabs is creepin' on our conversation about the discomforts of wet bras. The way back, fighting the light. All walking in single file, yelling out to each other "guys, big rock! Landslide! Slippery leaves!" We have a few torches, using our phones and ipods. SUCH a fucking stupid thing to do but it was awesome. Walking in the dark through super narrow paths feeling like we're getting nowhere. Stop for smokes. Murugs tells us there are bears around these parts, was an attack 3 weeks ago. Running down when we reach the road, singing. we're all giants. Making light drawings. Stops in the dark looking at the stars. Moti has been given the last slice of pizza. He is the man. A spider is trying to eat our pizza. Momo - "Aaj se main yeh sab kuch nahi karoonga. Maitreyi ki tarah jeena chahiye"
Day 4. Passed out early last night, didn't end up going for the rave, not that we cared. Moti [who slept with the Smegs last night and who pissed off Lala who ended up sleeping under our bed because she didn't care for his advances] is being given some lovin' by some goris and our man in Tom Yum Thai, the #1 playa is chatting them up expertly. The food here is craze and now I think they like us [because it's our last day here, hahaha]. Moti himself is hitting on a Pomeranian. The boys are talking in science language and mindfucking us. Everyone who comes in looks at us like "whaddafuax?", Tom Yum Thai Guy #2 with the big juda is explaining that we're leaving for Delhi today, bagpacks everywhere. This maal is yummy. Moti is sleepin' in the sun.
The boys are fucking geeking out about codes and Maths. TYT love Bob Marley and Telefon Tel Aviv. We're all broke as hell and the ATM is only at McL. Bix is too sweet. He was talking about how the rave was "full power", 500 people in Shiva Cafe. I want to see what he's like when he grows up [not creepin', ok, maybe a little bit]. He has a weed leaf patch on his bagpack, like a highschool kid of DU first year.
The bill at TYT says "Chillout Group". I <3 them. All I'm hearing from the boys is 'vector spaces' and 'isometry' and 'annihilator' and all I can think of is Annihilator is a thrash band that I used to listen to when I was a kid. The bill is as usual a pain. Maths kids fight over who will divide it and everyone is screaming about who ate what.
The thought of trying to figure out something to do at home just popped into my head and now since I've written it down it passed away. We've smoked a million Camels on this trip and the packs just disappear. My eye hurts. Blabs just got "feminist slapped" [best new phrase ever, invented by Sols] Mo - "The boys can go play pool" Shans - "What will the girls do, shop?" Me - "And while we're at it why don't we go home, pop a few kids out and cool dinner for you?!"
Lol/jk is the takiya kalam for this trip, that and "yea" after everything.
Deba "Vaise bada maza ata hai common bathroom mein".
Mo "Dodgeball should be an olympic sport"
They're playing DubFX in TYT, they're crazy dudes. Mo and TanTan dynamics are awesome. TYT guy#1 has some Canada connexion that he's exploiting with a chick.
Later, killing time in Nicks. Angry Aussie Aunty - "This [back suppourt broken] is what happens when you ask someone to fix your bagpack. Who is an idiot. I just asked for wheels"
Bix was test driving around the yellow Enfield named Leopard. He's the only person I've seen who has made tattoo sleeves work. I'm sure all the other 17 year old ladies in Bhagsu <3 him "badboy" stylie.
My notebook trails off when the others leave and Shans and I head to Shyam's house. Getting drunk with Shyam in his home that's turned into a bachelor den while wifey is gone. Lemon rice without lemon. Shyam's ode to motherhood. Smoking broken cigarettes and scrounging butts from the ashtray. Shyam's ode to motherhood and critique of dudes who romanticize being 'out of the system'. "Eunuch Intellectualism" [Shyam's term] is my new favourite term. Philosophizing about war and freedom &cetera and feeling like we're in a hostel. On the last day we suddenly wake up tired after hours of Saarang trying to wake us. We go to Norbulingka but end up eating some crap food and return. Saarang and I play fake versions of my childhood games on his Mitashi. I read while Shans sleeps. Wander around the top half of the house. We mostly sleep on the ride home.
Till next time, always collecting stories.
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