I'm resting my notebook on my Chilton biography (Just remembered, wasn't the school in Gilmore Girls called Chilton? Couldn't be a coincidence) and Alex has just broken his arm during a fight with Lesa. One of the greatest songwriters used to get into physical fights with his girlfriend (and date underaged girls). The same one he wrote songs for (and with, they encouraged and influenced each others music for years), the one he wrote Kangaroo (and Nighttime) about. Why are humans and artists in particular so disappointing sometimes (or most times). I still love you Alex, but that is FUCKED.
I think I have no vision, I can't see things in my head. Like Jim Dickinson talked about trying to find the band that was inside Alex's head. I don't have it in my head (maybe that's why I never learnt how to play. I still dream of Telecasters, Les Pauls and Rickenbackers though). I just write what I see or hear or feel. Tangible stuff. Even my elaborate parallel universes are just a takeoff from real life. Things as they should be. I really dig Lester Bangs' writing, I really feel like he hits the nail on the head sometimes and can be so relatable. Though I still 'worship' certain people, I wish I was as irreverant as him and be true only to the music and not the person who it comes through. But the people are important to me. So what if Lou was a dickhead, he was a brilliant dickhead. That's what makes it harder with all of them. The heroes who disappoint with their personal lives (and for me most of the time it's how they treat women) I always like to read people's personal lives because growth always interests me. I like to know how they got from point A to point B (read A Visit from the Goon Squad one of my favourite books. And it has a Side A and Side B) specially when some of us feel so stuck in ourselves. Sometimes I listen to myself sounding confident and self assured for a second and then it disappears into awkward silences and I feel like it its another person. Sometimes I get comfortable and complacentwith people and can't imagine myself anywhere else.
I can hear something funky an postpunky in the bass for 'Kizza Me' (that's such a fucking good song. The guitar slashings and the cello? giving the bass parts an extra thump and muscle)
There are two girls opposite me in the metro. One of whom is kinda cute with her big eyes and big glasses. Each time I look up she has this open, friendly expression on her face. When I was getting off they tapped me on the shoulder and asked me what I did and I told them. They said they'd seen me before, reading. I said I was sorry for not noticing before because I had my headphones on and my face in a book. They asked me what kind of books I read and where I stayed and I made awkward small talk for 5 seconds and rushed off saying bye. Once earlier someone had asked me if I was a writer (I was writing a paper for my M.A) and another had asked if I was a psychology student (I was reading Psychotic Reactions and Carburetor Dung).
So I finally took 3 days of chutti last month after March (which was one day after a week of full day shoots, because I was ill). We went to Landour. Momo is back from Milano. Here's the notes.
Our conductor is wearing a shirt that says 'I hate everyone' - best ever.
Meerut institute of techno.
They've switched off the light and Momo and I are smoking in the back. I'm listening to Chris Bell.
We're crossing Cheetal grand which I've crossed every year almost on this route.
Some guys were trying to stop the bus which was scary, but it turned out they were just trying to cross the road where a fight was happening. Just another night in west UP
Cat Stevens is cute and catchy but so wishy washy. Like ok tum ja rahe ho, chalo jao lekin zamana bahut kharab hai (Wild World). And mere dil pe ghav abhi bhi hai, par agar tum kehti ho toh main pyar karne ki koshish karoonga. Lekin no guarantee kyunki pyaar ka pehla vaar sabse gehra hota hai (The First Cut is the Deepest)
Its 4am. And we have reached Dehra. The driver is a bastard, a pox upon his home. We're in the last seats and my ass feels like I've been spanked for 8 hours while riding a galloping horse and not in a good way. Momo had bottles raining down on him. So now he's wearing my raincoat.
Nittu says jo haal dil ka was when he hit puberty.
We reached Landour at 5, with nothing to do. We found one guy who Momo pissed off and earned the name 'Bulldozer'. This guy (Bishtji) was probably a cat person because he zoomed headfirst into any dogs on the way. "If I ventured in the slipstream between the viaducts of your dream". Listening to Astral Weeks, second song I put on (first was 'Watch the Sunrise) once we reached. Everyone was so dead that we fell asleep in various parts of the house soon enough. The house is this pretty, secluded house near Woodstock school. Se have to walk half an hour to get to the school's hostel where we get picked up/droppped by cab.
This would be a great place to grow up, but that's usually something outsiders say about places they don't know.
Maits proclaims 'this is the freakin life dude'. I'm drinking my nutella coffee and concurring. Now we're playing Joni
.
Woke up those sleepy dickheads at 1. Doing 'pudding pie' to Momo after ages who hides his face, Maits and I do yoga and then Bose joins in like Singh Sir doing morning impressions of school. Then we do some weird crossfit type stuff, crunches and feel all studly and grunt Tarzan style. Beer in the sun. Best ever day. Listening to Masaru Imada Trio. 11 minute song, the basic groove keeps going with all that improv going around. Trio has a bit with the bass and drums just skitting and dancing around each other. Skittering bass, little taps of snare and cymbals and then it melts together as the piano comes in and tries to get them going in one direction, they're dancing together now.
Take a shower, smoked a joint. Hella chandies in Mussoorie today. Upar pahunchte pahunchte hamari phat gayi, the road to our house was on a 60 degree incline. Momo is of course posing shirtless. Bose + Utkarsh he uncles are running ahead.Too many uncle aunties in Mussoorie.
We're playing some weird dmix of pictionary + chinese whispers (Telestrations) and Nittu is fucking things uo by writing shit like 'fat astronaut'. We ate shitloads at Kalsang where fried momos were good. Wandering around Mall road which was obviously crowded. Momo decided he knew some awesome secluded road where we could walk (he meant Camel Back) and drink beer. We vetoed Bose's plan to go to Tavern. Lots of people iwth DSLRs. WE walk past Mall Road on library side which is fucking crowded but the weather is good and we're bickering as usual. Momo is looking out for terrible outfits to buy. There was a cut for Camel Back right next to Kalsang but we only got that once we come out the other side. But walking there is nice for a while. The view is good and we're strolling. There's a Nirankari baba thing happening there. We walk for a while and come out of the other side to buy supplies. We eat at Clock Tower which was gloriously empty and had good pizza. We get a cab back home and walked down 15 minutes to our isolated house. We're all alone and far from most other people so we see this as an opportunity to make noise. We play the weird game and NIshant comes up with bullshit. Nittu, Bose and Me are good at guessing each other's train of thought. We get loud and cocky. Nittu is streaming the match - that's dedication, an ad for the World cup or at least 3g network in the making, he was doing it in the bus also.
Momo makes orgasmic noises to Beetles/moths on his shirt and I shoot the moths in 50 fps. We drink and argue.
We try and fail to get some card games going. Tomorrow is chill day. Aaj bahut ass tone ho gaya. There are bugs flying around downstairs where I bagged the couch. Just killed two big bugs (RIP Sorry) with my book. We were returning in the dark downhill remembering our Fellowship scenes from a few years ago. And also what a bhoot bangla scene this is. 6 kids in a secluded house in Ruskin Bond country, walking in the dark. The moths are casting shadows, I can hear these guys chattering and cackling upstairs and I'm listening to Nick downstairs. The moths are as big as baby bats and I can't believe I'm in the hills or anywhere beside HKV after several months (Jan?) It's awesome here. The house is just right. I hope I don't have dreams of client troubles and work.
Woke up in the middle to the sound of thunder. Got up to peek outside and it was raining hard but I was too lazy to go outside. When I finally woke up it was bright as fuck. So still not sure if I was dreaming it. Waking up here was so great, no people anywhere to be seen or heard. I'm the king of all I survey. Smoke + Big star in the sun. Maits wakes up. We make coffee/chai and Nutella/cheese sandwiches and enjoy an aunty type breakfast feeling domestic. Bosa wakes up. We put chairs out on the 'patio' and sit with our books enjoying the morning sun with some beer. This is perfect. I dreamt of work and woke up to cheques bouncing but it's all far away for 3 more days and all we can see in front of us is birds of paradise and some blue flowers and just hills and green.
This much chilling hasn't happened in a really long time. Nittu has just woken up and his breakfast is beer and cigarettes. Our lunch was maggi + wine. 'This is the life' he repeats. The Box Tops have just made it big, Alex has just met his future wife Suzi and I'm putting on a Vietnam playlist.
'Lord Walmart is my saviour' is being repeated, it was one of the things I heard coming from the upstairs room last night. We were having a conversation about Bollywood actresses and sex appeal from Madhuri, Raveena, Aishwarya, Sushmita, Deepika etc. Mohit and Bose brought down the bar with Neha Dhupia and Utkarsh misread the situation and said Ameesha Patel and shit went down. The conversation died after that and we all pounced on him and told him to go stand in a corner and he kept trying to defend himself. Momo keeps saying 'so and so could GET IT'.
Momo's beer was cumming and he gave us a blowjob demonstration and we were trying to throw spiders on him. Our taxiwala here was in such a hurry he was talking to his bro about smoking a J. Mussoorie is SHIT right now. The worst ever sea of humanity.
My funeral song is Creole Blues by Sidney Bechet and Momo's is Tubthumping. 'And then I burst out of the grave singing I get knocked down but then I get up again...'
Telestrations is being played again. There are words like sperm whale so you can image the detailed drawings. People get a bit morbid because of the funeral thing.
It's 1:30 we've just woken up to sexy weather and the boys are cooking breakfast. Perfect.
'Choti si bee hai Momo' 'Toh, awaaz toh badi badi karti hai'. We're paying too fucking much for cabs. There is an awesome dog called Tiger who is tied up 'nahi toh woh jungle mein dolta hai'. We're at Deodar woods and hogging pizzza, pakoras and french fries. Talking about how Bose's kids will rebel. Scene 1. Bose as Papa 'beta jo bhi kaam karna man laga kar karna' cut to Bose's daughter pole dancing.
Bose's nipples are getting hard apparently. There's a film crew here and I don't know what they're shooting yet. One of the guys looks like Nature Baba.
'Pura hansraj ata tha mere ghar turn turn le kar' - Utkarsh, he's gone through Kotis, Danveer, Kutti etc.
Momo does some sort of gay hairdresser version of 'tariq pe tariq'. Then he does different versions of 'oye', I don't know who that is supposed to be, sounds like Sunil Shetty.
'Momo's on your tongue haan?' Walked back from Deodar to our place, stopping for pancakes at char dukaan. Amourous lesbian dogs who are biting each other lovingly. Momo and Nittu having a heart to heart. The walk was great with a view of the valley, we could see Dehra in the distance. Momo to sabziwala '50 rupay kilo ke kele? Pyaz toh 25 ke ate hain' 'Haan par yeh kele hain.'.
Listening to Cecelia 'woke up to wash my face, when I woke up there was someone else in my place' - this is Momo washyoface.
Returned home with aching legs, bummed that this was our last night here. Met some doggies on the way back and I dog whispered them all. One lay down immediately to be pet after barking from far away.
Everyone's tired and sleepy. The boys tried to watch the match which was pretty boring and I read Maits an Ismat Chughtai story in bed.
Nittu's making strange zombie noises and I blow smoke rings. People clean up. Listening to S&G. I'm drinking my last quarter of whiskey. Killed one quarter of RS every night.
I did photo sessions with everyone. We are discussing hot Bollywood ladies again and it all goes back to Sonali Bendre in Jo Hal Dil Ka. We're watching the video and jizzing over the yellow sari twice over.
Now we're watching Sushmita's black lehenga in Tumse Mil ke dil ka hai jo haal. 3g being used well - Nittu. The face she makes after SRK kisses her, too cute. 'jab uske baal flip hote hain toh main flip ho jati hoon' (me). Nittu + U are on an Aishwarya trip and so we're watching Sholo si with Aish in the black sari that made Maits want to wear chiffon.
We actually typed 'Deepika hot songs' into Youtube, no wonder I have fucked up recommended videos. Uff teri ada when she says 'juice?' Maits - 'Momo, main tera kela kha loon?'
Nittu is devastated by some shit that went down in his bed that he's just found out about.
U - 'I like to take it in my mouth and then a loop' (I honestly don't remember what he was really talking about) Nittu comes down the bannister sleazily singing 'jo hal dil ka' with one leg thrown over the railing.
Going back now. These guys are asleep. All the riverbeds and streams are dry, quite striking.
Today we started the day hurriedly packing and then trudging up with our bags, lungs bursting and legs aching. Somehow we reached Ridgewood hostel just as the cab came. Get to Mussoorie, first stop was the graveyard which we had to get the keys for and U had to go up to get them since he was the one harping on about it. So we trudged down with all our shit. Unfortunately we didn't have that much time because the place is pretty huge and allegedly had graves of Nazi and Italian POWs from WW1 and a whole section for opium deaths. We walked for a bit and made our way to the bus for Dehra where Kotia's parents treated us to lunch and we got the full gharelu treatment, aunty packed litchies for us all. Fell into bed like a litter of puppies, tried to catch a powernap before our bus.
2nd July Postscript
I'm in the metro listening to the Lilys. I love it when a voice is drowned in layers of sound and distortion and is becomes one barrage of drone. Occasionally you hear the guitar clearly breaking through or can ride the wave of the bass. Sometimes I feel all this shit I'm writing doesn't make any sense. I'm reading Derek Jarman scripts. He writes really well, like snippets of dreams but absolutely clear with his ideas like a painter. Right now I'm reading the script for Jubilee which was has this Elizabethian world intercut with a postpunk dystopia where nonconformism is the norm. Again, fascinated with how people have such a clear vision. Everyone at work is sort of tense and pissed off, you can see it in the spaces between the bakchodi where there is silence. Roger Sterling - 'My father once told me this is the greatest job in the world, except for the clients'. How true he was, Roger. They're crushing my soul. All I want these days is sleep, and maybebeer, or rather whiskey, but sleep wins almost every time
I think I have no vision, I can't see things in my head. Like Jim Dickinson talked about trying to find the band that was inside Alex's head. I don't have it in my head (maybe that's why I never learnt how to play. I still dream of Telecasters, Les Pauls and Rickenbackers though). I just write what I see or hear or feel. Tangible stuff. Even my elaborate parallel universes are just a takeoff from real life. Things as they should be. I really dig Lester Bangs' writing, I really feel like he hits the nail on the head sometimes and can be so relatable. Though I still 'worship' certain people, I wish I was as irreverant as him and be true only to the music and not the person who it comes through. But the people are important to me. So what if Lou was a dickhead, he was a brilliant dickhead. That's what makes it harder with all of them. The heroes who disappoint with their personal lives (and for me most of the time it's how they treat women) I always like to read people's personal lives because growth always interests me. I like to know how they got from point A to point B (read A Visit from the Goon Squad one of my favourite books. And it has a Side A and Side B) specially when some of us feel so stuck in ourselves. Sometimes I listen to myself sounding confident and self assured for a second and then it disappears into awkward silences and I feel like it its another person. Sometimes I get comfortable and complacentwith people and can't imagine myself anywhere else.
I can hear something funky an postpunky in the bass for 'Kizza Me' (that's such a fucking good song. The guitar slashings and the cello? giving the bass parts an extra thump and muscle)
There are two girls opposite me in the metro. One of whom is kinda cute with her big eyes and big glasses. Each time I look up she has this open, friendly expression on her face. When I was getting off they tapped me on the shoulder and asked me what I did and I told them. They said they'd seen me before, reading. I said I was sorry for not noticing before because I had my headphones on and my face in a book. They asked me what kind of books I read and where I stayed and I made awkward small talk for 5 seconds and rushed off saying bye. Once earlier someone had asked me if I was a writer (I was writing a paper for my M.A) and another had asked if I was a psychology student (I was reading Psychotic Reactions and Carburetor Dung).
So I finally took 3 days of chutti last month after March (which was one day after a week of full day shoots, because I was ill). We went to Landour. Momo is back from Milano. Here's the notes.
Our conductor is wearing a shirt that says 'I hate everyone' - best ever.
Meerut institute of techno.
They've switched off the light and Momo and I are smoking in the back. I'm listening to Chris Bell.
We're crossing Cheetal grand which I've crossed every year almost on this route.
Some guys were trying to stop the bus which was scary, but it turned out they were just trying to cross the road where a fight was happening. Just another night in west UP
Cat Stevens is cute and catchy but so wishy washy. Like ok tum ja rahe ho, chalo jao lekin zamana bahut kharab hai (Wild World). And mere dil pe ghav abhi bhi hai, par agar tum kehti ho toh main pyar karne ki koshish karoonga. Lekin no guarantee kyunki pyaar ka pehla vaar sabse gehra hota hai (The First Cut is the Deepest)
Its 4am. And we have reached Dehra. The driver is a bastard, a pox upon his home. We're in the last seats and my ass feels like I've been spanked for 8 hours while riding a galloping horse and not in a good way. Momo had bottles raining down on him. So now he's wearing my raincoat.
Nittu says jo haal dil ka was when he hit puberty.
We reached Landour at 5, with nothing to do. We found one guy who Momo pissed off and earned the name 'Bulldozer'. This guy (Bishtji) was probably a cat person because he zoomed headfirst into any dogs on the way. "If I ventured in the slipstream between the viaducts of your dream". Listening to Astral Weeks, second song I put on (first was 'Watch the Sunrise) once we reached. Everyone was so dead that we fell asleep in various parts of the house soon enough. The house is this pretty, secluded house near Woodstock school. Se have to walk half an hour to get to the school's hostel where we get picked up/droppped by cab.
This would be a great place to grow up, but that's usually something outsiders say about places they don't know.
Maits proclaims 'this is the freakin life dude'. I'm drinking my nutella coffee and concurring. Now we're playing Joni
.
Woke up those sleepy dickheads at 1. Doing 'pudding pie' to Momo after ages who hides his face, Maits and I do yoga and then Bose joins in like Singh Sir doing morning impressions of school. Then we do some weird crossfit type stuff, crunches and feel all studly and grunt Tarzan style. Beer in the sun. Best ever day. Listening to Masaru Imada Trio. 11 minute song, the basic groove keeps going with all that improv going around. Trio has a bit with the bass and drums just skitting and dancing around each other. Skittering bass, little taps of snare and cymbals and then it melts together as the piano comes in and tries to get them going in one direction, they're dancing together now.
Take a shower, smoked a joint. Hella chandies in Mussoorie today. Upar pahunchte pahunchte hamari phat gayi, the road to our house was on a 60 degree incline. Momo is of course posing shirtless. Bose + Utkarsh he uncles are running ahead.Too many uncle aunties in Mussoorie.
We're playing some weird dmix of pictionary + chinese whispers (Telestrations) and Nittu is fucking things uo by writing shit like 'fat astronaut'. We ate shitloads at Kalsang where fried momos were good. Wandering around Mall road which was obviously crowded. Momo decided he knew some awesome secluded road where we could walk (he meant Camel Back) and drink beer. We vetoed Bose's plan to go to Tavern. Lots of people iwth DSLRs. WE walk past Mall Road on library side which is fucking crowded but the weather is good and we're bickering as usual. Momo is looking out for terrible outfits to buy. There was a cut for Camel Back right next to Kalsang but we only got that once we come out the other side. But walking there is nice for a while. The view is good and we're strolling. There's a Nirankari baba thing happening there. We walk for a while and come out of the other side to buy supplies. We eat at Clock Tower which was gloriously empty and had good pizza. We get a cab back home and walked down 15 minutes to our isolated house. We're all alone and far from most other people so we see this as an opportunity to make noise. We play the weird game and NIshant comes up with bullshit. Nittu, Bose and Me are good at guessing each other's train of thought. We get loud and cocky. Nittu is streaming the match - that's dedication, an ad for the World cup or at least 3g network in the making, he was doing it in the bus also.
Momo makes orgasmic noises to Beetles/moths on his shirt and I shoot the moths in 50 fps. We drink and argue.
We try and fail to get some card games going. Tomorrow is chill day. Aaj bahut ass tone ho gaya. There are bugs flying around downstairs where I bagged the couch. Just killed two big bugs (RIP Sorry) with my book. We were returning in the dark downhill remembering our Fellowship scenes from a few years ago. And also what a bhoot bangla scene this is. 6 kids in a secluded house in Ruskin Bond country, walking in the dark. The moths are casting shadows, I can hear these guys chattering and cackling upstairs and I'm listening to Nick downstairs. The moths are as big as baby bats and I can't believe I'm in the hills or anywhere beside HKV after several months (Jan?) It's awesome here. The house is just right. I hope I don't have dreams of client troubles and work.
Woke up in the middle to the sound of thunder. Got up to peek outside and it was raining hard but I was too lazy to go outside. When I finally woke up it was bright as fuck. So still not sure if I was dreaming it. Waking up here was so great, no people anywhere to be seen or heard. I'm the king of all I survey. Smoke + Big star in the sun. Maits wakes up. We make coffee/chai and Nutella/cheese sandwiches and enjoy an aunty type breakfast feeling domestic. Bosa wakes up. We put chairs out on the 'patio' and sit with our books enjoying the morning sun with some beer. This is perfect. I dreamt of work and woke up to cheques bouncing but it's all far away for 3 more days and all we can see in front of us is birds of paradise and some blue flowers and just hills and green.
This much chilling hasn't happened in a really long time. Nittu has just woken up and his breakfast is beer and cigarettes. Our lunch was maggi + wine. 'This is the life' he repeats. The Box Tops have just made it big, Alex has just met his future wife Suzi and I'm putting on a Vietnam playlist.
'Lord Walmart is my saviour' is being repeated, it was one of the things I heard coming from the upstairs room last night. We were having a conversation about Bollywood actresses and sex appeal from Madhuri, Raveena, Aishwarya, Sushmita, Deepika etc. Mohit and Bose brought down the bar with Neha Dhupia and Utkarsh misread the situation and said Ameesha Patel and shit went down. The conversation died after that and we all pounced on him and told him to go stand in a corner and he kept trying to defend himself. Momo keeps saying 'so and so could GET IT'.
Momo's beer was cumming and he gave us a blowjob demonstration and we were trying to throw spiders on him. Our taxiwala here was in such a hurry he was talking to his bro about smoking a J. Mussoorie is SHIT right now. The worst ever sea of humanity.
My funeral song is Creole Blues by Sidney Bechet and Momo's is Tubthumping. 'And then I burst out of the grave singing I get knocked down but then I get up again...'
Telestrations is being played again. There are words like sperm whale so you can image the detailed drawings. People get a bit morbid because of the funeral thing.
It's 1:30 we've just woken up to sexy weather and the boys are cooking breakfast. Perfect.
'Choti si bee hai Momo' 'Toh, awaaz toh badi badi karti hai'. We're paying too fucking much for cabs. There is an awesome dog called Tiger who is tied up 'nahi toh woh jungle mein dolta hai'. We're at Deodar woods and hogging pizzza, pakoras and french fries. Talking about how Bose's kids will rebel. Scene 1. Bose as Papa 'beta jo bhi kaam karna man laga kar karna' cut to Bose's daughter pole dancing.
Bose's nipples are getting hard apparently. There's a film crew here and I don't know what they're shooting yet. One of the guys looks like Nature Baba.
'Pura hansraj ata tha mere ghar turn turn le kar' - Utkarsh, he's gone through Kotis, Danveer, Kutti etc.
Momo does some sort of gay hairdresser version of 'tariq pe tariq'. Then he does different versions of 'oye', I don't know who that is supposed to be, sounds like Sunil Shetty.
'Momo's on your tongue haan?' Walked back from Deodar to our place, stopping for pancakes at char dukaan. Amourous lesbian dogs who are biting each other lovingly. Momo and Nittu having a heart to heart. The walk was great with a view of the valley, we could see Dehra in the distance. Momo to sabziwala '50 rupay kilo ke kele? Pyaz toh 25 ke ate hain' 'Haan par yeh kele hain.'.
Listening to Cecelia 'woke up to wash my face, when I woke up there was someone else in my place' - this is Momo washyoface.
Returned home with aching legs, bummed that this was our last night here. Met some doggies on the way back and I dog whispered them all. One lay down immediately to be pet after barking from far away.
Everyone's tired and sleepy. The boys tried to watch the match which was pretty boring and I read Maits an Ismat Chughtai story in bed.
Nittu's making strange zombie noises and I blow smoke rings. People clean up. Listening to S&G. I'm drinking my last quarter of whiskey. Killed one quarter of RS every night.
I did photo sessions with everyone. We are discussing hot Bollywood ladies again and it all goes back to Sonali Bendre in Jo Hal Dil Ka. We're watching the video and jizzing over the yellow sari twice over.
Now we're watching Sushmita's black lehenga in Tumse Mil ke dil ka hai jo haal. 3g being used well - Nittu. The face she makes after SRK kisses her, too cute. 'jab uske baal flip hote hain toh main flip ho jati hoon' (me). Nittu + U are on an Aishwarya trip and so we're watching Sholo si with Aish in the black sari that made Maits want to wear chiffon.
We actually typed 'Deepika hot songs' into Youtube, no wonder I have fucked up recommended videos. Uff teri ada when she says 'juice?' Maits - 'Momo, main tera kela kha loon?'
Nittu is devastated by some shit that went down in his bed that he's just found out about.
U - 'I like to take it in my mouth and then a loop' (I honestly don't remember what he was really talking about) Nittu comes down the bannister sleazily singing 'jo hal dil ka' with one leg thrown over the railing.
Going back now. These guys are asleep. All the riverbeds and streams are dry, quite striking.
Today we started the day hurriedly packing and then trudging up with our bags, lungs bursting and legs aching. Somehow we reached Ridgewood hostel just as the cab came. Get to Mussoorie, first stop was the graveyard which we had to get the keys for and U had to go up to get them since he was the one harping on about it. So we trudged down with all our shit. Unfortunately we didn't have that much time because the place is pretty huge and allegedly had graves of Nazi and Italian POWs from WW1 and a whole section for opium deaths. We walked for a bit and made our way to the bus for Dehra where Kotia's parents treated us to lunch and we got the full gharelu treatment, aunty packed litchies for us all. Fell into bed like a litter of puppies, tried to catch a powernap before our bus.
2nd July Postscript
I'm in the metro listening to the Lilys. I love it when a voice is drowned in layers of sound and distortion and is becomes one barrage of drone. Occasionally you hear the guitar clearly breaking through or can ride the wave of the bass. Sometimes I feel all this shit I'm writing doesn't make any sense. I'm reading Derek Jarman scripts. He writes really well, like snippets of dreams but absolutely clear with his ideas like a painter. Right now I'm reading the script for Jubilee which was has this Elizabethian world intercut with a postpunk dystopia where nonconformism is the norm. Again, fascinated with how people have such a clear vision. Everyone at work is sort of tense and pissed off, you can see it in the spaces between the bakchodi where there is silence. Roger Sterling - 'My father once told me this is the greatest job in the world, except for the clients'. How true he was, Roger. They're crushing my soul. All I want these days is sleep, and maybebeer, or rather whiskey, but sleep wins almost every time
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