I was going to write about our random excursion to Agra last night but felt compelled to write while listening to Gang of Four in the metro. I was listening to 'Cheeseburger' which had been stuck in my head all day. The part with the twang of bass and one burst of melodica, I could listen to it for hours. It's my form of 'trance'. I love the sound of a guitar that sounds like it's literally being shredded to bits. Or the other kind of 'trance' is the shoegaze kind, like Slowdive's Souvlaki Space Station. I could get lost in that sound and go into limbo. Its repetitive without being mindless.
So, last night. The plan that Nittu had made during Holi time, we tried to do last night (and hoped to make him and Momo jealous). Me, Maits, Dev/Shans and DJ in a car, drove off, rushing to Agra to see the Taj in the full moon. Had to reach before 1230 and we wanted to do paisa vasool. Cruising through Yamuna Expressway, it felt like we were gliding slowly at 100.
Talking all kinds of shitm serious shit about school and privilege, then hysterical laughter, reminisces, senti statements as usual about how great WE are and discussing the personalities of our friends. DJ loves girl talk (11 A boiz). 'It's so much easier with girls, guys have dumb egos'. Smoking a j with hotrock fireflies flying all over in the wind, burning holes in our clothes and stinging our cheeks, feeling stupidly happy.
As we get into Agra, Ambedkar Jayanti is in full swing - lights, new clothes and drunks everywhere. The girls discuss how it sucks that we often have to feel scared of men, like it just pops out of nowhere. Two guys on a bike following you or a truck full of men leering. And yeah, we know you're not all rapists but there you go, patriarchy effects everyone.
So we reach the Taj parking and the guy asks for our tickets, which we don't have because we thought you could buy them on the spot. So we turn around. Shans sulks for about 10 minutes and the rest of us who were pessimistic from the start just find it highly amusing. We stop at a shitty government expressway restaurant to eat and take pictures with their flexes which have pictures of the Taj instead. On the way back, do the same shit, listening to songs from 2007.
So, last night. The plan that Nittu had made during Holi time, we tried to do last night (and hoped to make him and Momo jealous). Me, Maits, Dev/Shans and DJ in a car, drove off, rushing to Agra to see the Taj in the full moon. Had to reach before 1230 and we wanted to do paisa vasool. Cruising through Yamuna Expressway, it felt like we were gliding slowly at 100.
Talking all kinds of shitm serious shit about school and privilege, then hysterical laughter, reminisces, senti statements as usual about how great WE are and discussing the personalities of our friends. DJ loves girl talk (11 A boiz). 'It's so much easier with girls, guys have dumb egos'. Smoking a j with hotrock fireflies flying all over in the wind, burning holes in our clothes and stinging our cheeks, feeling stupidly happy.
As we get into Agra, Ambedkar Jayanti is in full swing - lights, new clothes and drunks everywhere. The girls discuss how it sucks that we often have to feel scared of men, like it just pops out of nowhere. Two guys on a bike following you or a truck full of men leering. And yeah, we know you're not all rapists but there you go, patriarchy effects everyone.
So we reach the Taj parking and the guy asks for our tickets, which we don't have because we thought you could buy them on the spot. So we turn around. Shans sulks for about 10 minutes and the rest of us who were pessimistic from the start just find it highly amusing. We stop at a shitty government expressway restaurant to eat and take pictures with their flexes which have pictures of the Taj instead. On the way back, do the same shit, listening to songs from 2007.
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