So since I'm not doing anything that I should be doing and since I smell like something that's been dead for a while and my academics lay in ruins, I thought I'd post about happier times. By popular (not really) demand, Team B in UDZ.
We've eaten most of what we brought for the night in the first hour of being in the train. We're troubling the aunties who are sharing our space. At night we go smokeysmokey and Shaz/Sola were singing Limp Bizkit at some point (this is before the gig was cancelled obviously. Why was no one excited about Mastodon I wonder). I remember at some point Momo and I got off the train at some random quiet station and did a little dance on the platform. I don't know if it was on the way to UDZ or on the way back.
We devour fingerburning omelettes and bread at some station.
330AM The man in the blue shawl walks next to me with the bori over his shoulder. I move faster and faster away from him. The sound of an organ and brushes on drums and John Mayall sings the bluesalone. Hemant Kumar's voice melts like moonlight into my ears. The window keeps opening at night and the cold keeps rushing into my face, I keep waking up to see strangers outside my window. Some velvet morning when I'm straight...
Sitting in a place called Savage Garden (yes, really) and fighting like seven sisters. We're telling the waiter "Bhaiyya, kuch crazy le ana nahi to danga fasad ho jayega". Everyone's tired an sleep deprived and cranky. Momo's face is just the worst. This place looks like Nishant's Kanpur house. Palty is super pissed.
Momo is a shadow of his former self. We went to the city palace the first day which was fucking big and beautiful.
We're in the car (me, Bose, Sola, Shaz) listening to some guy singing 'dedh inch upar hoon main'.
We're having an intense emotional 'what do you want from life' type conversation and Bose is asking everyone if they're happy. Most of us are not or are undecided. The background to this is that horrible tananatanana song from the Emran Hashmi movie. At some point I remember us all getting very enthu and screaming along to a song that went "Akkad bakkad bambe bo". Taking pictures on the empty road. Driving to banks where we take a ferry to the Jaisamand island.
We're all feeling like we're in a Kanye West video. A bed facing the lake. Our own tiny pool type thing. YOLO type scenes ho rahe hain. This room only allows us to play hiphop. Taking panorama pictures because our brains can't take it all in. My Lebowski moment in the bathtub. What have we done so far? Smokesmokesmoke. Yell at Momo. Find new ways to use the word lund. "Jab Siddh aur Motiblahblah kiss kar rahe honge aur hum unhe dekh lenge toh woh kya karenge? Woh BLUSH karenge" (we were playing taboo). There's a stagnant set of ripples on the lake that are hypnotizing us. One by one everyone is going to the balcony and posing for pictures and giving very characteristic expressions that make me realize why I love then all. Bose's gyrating pelvis has a mind of his own and now he's giving me a lap dance for which he gets a 10 rupee note. Momo just yelled best song ever and played Bailamos.
KKL is playing on the ride back, booming a J. Momo - "Iss gaane ke baad kisi ki gand marne ka man karta hai. Palty watch it tujhe aisa peetunga" Palty - "Abbe Moti teri kah ke loonga chep mat ho" Momo - "yaar like iske baad man karta hai ki apne gaal pe apni cigarette bujhaoon"
Momo - "What if my eyeball flies off"
Haven't documented this but one day we go for a little hike up to a mandir with Sola's sister Mannu and her awesome friend Ian who runs this NGO for kids in Udaipur. He's telling us about his life and work and he's a real stand up fellow. Momo is as usual making me take his pictures in Titanic pose when we reach the mandir. We all return to his place for some french press wali coffee and he has like 12 brats (that's us) draped over his furniture in his office and we're making noise. We sing typical things like Wonderwall and Breathe horribly but Ian seems to be having a good time and is super hospitable. We some more Js and go to a place called Millets of Mewar to eat. Which was pretty cool. We eat poor Mannu's German friend's food. Haven't written anything from this day so I don't remember. One night we went to a place called Vinod's in the city where we had kullad coffee (YUM) and all sorts of shit. Wandering around the city.
Going back to the real world but having our own 'infinite' (cf. Perks of Being a Wallflower) moment on the train, on the paidan in a tunnel. Rushing past green fields, barren lands, dogs eating an animal carcass, taking a lot of pictures and yelling. I've decided Momo's rap name is Kitty Su Che. Momo and Palty are fighting about food, kachoris I think. Bose is reminding Shanno of the McDonalds fight. Avantix has gone to sit next to Palty. Shaz has gone to Momo at the door of the compartment.
A family at Bhupal Sagar station sits under a scraggy tree. Some hijras come and one of them looks at me and pats me on the head. I give her a 50 saying 'yeh lo didi' and she gives me, Sols and Shanno duas and returns 20 in change saying 'teen ho na' and gives me a kindly 'bacche' type look. Momo is back and still sulking. We just had a super intense game of Mafia. Emotions were high, friendships were strained. The game was controversially drawn. I was the detective and I saw through Shanno, forgot Momo was guilty and didn't realize Bose was the doctor despite him signalling me. Shanno and Shaz had a tiff and the mafiosi couldn't reach a consensus. I have TB I'm quite sure. I'm wheezing. Momo and Palty are still fighting intermittently. There is a smelly person in our compartment.
The end.
We've eaten most of what we brought for the night in the first hour of being in the train. We're troubling the aunties who are sharing our space. At night we go smokeysmokey and Shaz/Sola were singing Limp Bizkit at some point (this is before the gig was cancelled obviously. Why was no one excited about Mastodon I wonder). I remember at some point Momo and I got off the train at some random quiet station and did a little dance on the platform. I don't know if it was on the way to UDZ or on the way back.
We devour fingerburning omelettes and bread at some station.
330AM The man in the blue shawl walks next to me with the bori over his shoulder. I move faster and faster away from him. The sound of an organ and brushes on drums and John Mayall sings the bluesalone. Hemant Kumar's voice melts like moonlight into my ears. The window keeps opening at night and the cold keeps rushing into my face, I keep waking up to see strangers outside my window. Some velvet morning when I'm straight...
Sitting in a place called Savage Garden (yes, really) and fighting like seven sisters. We're telling the waiter "Bhaiyya, kuch crazy le ana nahi to danga fasad ho jayega". Everyone's tired an sleep deprived and cranky. Momo's face is just the worst. This place looks like Nishant's Kanpur house. Palty is super pissed.
Momo is a shadow of his former self. We went to the city palace the first day which was fucking big and beautiful.
We're in the car (me, Bose, Sola, Shaz) listening to some guy singing 'dedh inch upar hoon main'.
We're having an intense emotional 'what do you want from life' type conversation and Bose is asking everyone if they're happy. Most of us are not or are undecided. The background to this is that horrible tananatanana song from the Emran Hashmi movie. At some point I remember us all getting very enthu and screaming along to a song that went "Akkad bakkad bambe bo". Taking pictures on the empty road. Driving to banks where we take a ferry to the Jaisamand island.
We're all feeling like we're in a Kanye West video. A bed facing the lake. Our own tiny pool type thing. YOLO type scenes ho rahe hain. This room only allows us to play hiphop. Taking panorama pictures because our brains can't take it all in. My Lebowski moment in the bathtub. What have we done so far? Smokesmokesmoke. Yell at Momo. Find new ways to use the word lund. "Jab Siddh aur Motiblahblah kiss kar rahe honge aur hum unhe dekh lenge toh woh kya karenge? Woh BLUSH karenge" (we were playing taboo). There's a stagnant set of ripples on the lake that are hypnotizing us. One by one everyone is going to the balcony and posing for pictures and giving very characteristic expressions that make me realize why I love then all. Bose's gyrating pelvis has a mind of his own and now he's giving me a lap dance for which he gets a 10 rupee note. Momo just yelled best song ever and played Bailamos.
KKL is playing on the ride back, booming a J. Momo - "Iss gaane ke baad kisi ki gand marne ka man karta hai. Palty watch it tujhe aisa peetunga" Palty - "Abbe Moti teri kah ke loonga chep mat ho" Momo - "yaar like iske baad man karta hai ki apne gaal pe apni cigarette bujhaoon"
Momo - "What if my eyeball flies off"
Haven't documented this but one day we go for a little hike up to a mandir with Sola's sister Mannu and her awesome friend Ian who runs this NGO for kids in Udaipur. He's telling us about his life and work and he's a real stand up fellow. Momo is as usual making me take his pictures in Titanic pose when we reach the mandir. We all return to his place for some french press wali coffee and he has like 12 brats (that's us) draped over his furniture in his office and we're making noise. We sing typical things like Wonderwall and Breathe horribly but Ian seems to be having a good time and is super hospitable. We some more Js and go to a place called Millets of Mewar to eat. Which was pretty cool. We eat poor Mannu's German friend's food. Haven't written anything from this day so I don't remember. One night we went to a place called Vinod's in the city where we had kullad coffee (YUM) and all sorts of shit. Wandering around the city.
Going back to the real world but having our own 'infinite' (cf. Perks of Being a Wallflower) moment on the train, on the paidan in a tunnel. Rushing past green fields, barren lands, dogs eating an animal carcass, taking a lot of pictures and yelling. I've decided Momo's rap name is Kitty Su Che. Momo and Palty are fighting about food, kachoris I think. Bose is reminding Shanno of the McDonalds fight. Avantix has gone to sit next to Palty. Shaz has gone to Momo at the door of the compartment.
A family at Bhupal Sagar station sits under a scraggy tree. Some hijras come and one of them looks at me and pats me on the head. I give her a 50 saying 'yeh lo didi' and she gives me, Sols and Shanno duas and returns 20 in change saying 'teen ho na' and gives me a kindly 'bacche' type look. Momo is back and still sulking. We just had a super intense game of Mafia. Emotions were high, friendships were strained. The game was controversially drawn. I was the detective and I saw through Shanno, forgot Momo was guilty and didn't realize Bose was the doctor despite him signalling me. Shanno and Shaz had a tiff and the mafiosi couldn't reach a consensus. I have TB I'm quite sure. I'm wheezing. Momo and Palty are still fighting intermittently. There is a smelly person in our compartment.
The end.
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