mama,i'm home (or how i finally got home )
why do i start with my i'm-home post when i have to leave home tomorrow ?
maybe 'coz i just came home y'day. *hate this life*
was seized by a terribly panicky feeling while leaving mumbai. felt like dying. happens to me all the time.
must be to do with the prospect of impending nicotine deficit, plus the fact that i hate a change of routine.any change.
the legs got cheaper - flight to calicut-4k, auto to bus stand 50 bux,bus to kannur 39 bux, walk home from the bus stop ( er, how many kilocals equals1 rupee,anyone ? )
on the bus i was thinking stockholm syndrome to explain why i hate to tear myself from a place once i settle in.
- night here is the real thing, at 8:00 pm, the countrysides close shop and hands over to darkness. unlike mumbai, where the darkness is feeble and a pathetic excuse 'coz of the junta who never know when to call it quits...
- nights here are cold.like the blast from the fridge. but a wholesome blast all the same.
- atms (some) are called 'atm centre's. i find it kinda pompous.
- rasputin/Komrade style beards are very much in vogue.
- the bus trip was surreal. the bus had colored blinking lights inside and piped music , do-dil-mil-rahe-hain no less !!!
- the whole countryside smells faintly of pepper or something like that. bracing.
- the air is lazy and full-bodied. come down here, you'll find out what i mean.
- shopkeepers are almost insolent. in mumbai, they are , like, indulgent ( guess it goes with the beards )
- newspapers are black-and-white and report facts. no opinions. and absolutely no color pics of bimbos and glamour-folk( if there is such a thing, Lord perish it )
a frayed mind knits together very well in such absolute and cold dark nights.
and oh, btw, the mosquitoes here are the size of small cows and operate fearlessly during daytime too. a tetanus shot is well recommended if u happen to get bitten by one.
maybe 'coz i just came home y'day. *hate this life*
was seized by a terribly panicky feeling while leaving mumbai. felt like dying. happens to me all the time.
must be to do with the prospect of impending nicotine deficit, plus the fact that i hate a change of routine.any change.
the legs got cheaper - flight to calicut-4k, auto to bus stand 50 bux,bus to kannur 39 bux, walk home from the bus stop ( er, how many kilocals equals1 rupee,anyone ? )
on the bus i was thinking stockholm syndrome to explain why i hate to tear myself from a place once i settle in.
- night here is the real thing, at 8:00 pm, the countrysides close shop and hands over to darkness. unlike mumbai, where the darkness is feeble and a pathetic excuse 'coz of the junta who never know when to call it quits...
- nights here are cold.like the blast from the fridge. but a wholesome blast all the same.
- atms (some) are called 'atm centre's. i find it kinda pompous.
- rasputin/Komrade style beards are very much in vogue.
- the bus trip was surreal. the bus had colored blinking lights inside and piped music , do-dil-mil-rahe-hain no less !!!
- the whole countryside smells faintly of pepper or something like that. bracing.
- the air is lazy and full-bodied. come down here, you'll find out what i mean.
- shopkeepers are almost insolent. in mumbai, they are , like, indulgent ( guess it goes with the beards )
- newspapers are black-and-white and report facts. no opinions. and absolutely no color pics of bimbos and glamour-folk( if there is such a thing, Lord perish it )
a frayed mind knits together very well in such absolute and cold dark nights.
and oh, btw, the mosquitoes here are the size of small cows and operate fearlessly during daytime too. a tetanus shot is well recommended if u happen to get bitten by one.
posted by yesbob at Friday, December 17, 2004
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