BA

Just got back from the Escort Infested Bryan Adams concert. The crowd was looking, behaving, feeling and complaining like Dadar Station during rush hour. Actually just got back from an empty bus which was infested with nothing but a somewhat bored driver who rather be in a warm bed with a preferably warm wife, and a conductor who was too sleepy to make the effort to sell me the ticket, so I had to go over myself.
Fifty two minutes past twelve, and I am dead tired, because it has been a huge day.

First, I head out to meet a couple of friends at Sion station, and eventually do that with the purpose of heading over to Chor Bazaar, or CB for short. Your first impression of CB is that it is relatively less infected with Escorts than a Bryan Adams concert... but the fuck up is that this is only in retrospect and after you have been to the said (the joke is now getting stale) escort infested concert.
There are antiques and weird collectibles that only crazy old men with issues with their relatives or crazy young men with too much money would even considering buying, but anyone would wish they were crazy and had too much money just to buy some of the stuff - like an authentic underwater breathing cylinder - an ancient one - from a shop that was named "nautical curiosities."

[seven hour sleep break at this point due to extreme tiredness]

Basically THE place for antiques, auto and bike parts and electronics… problem being today was not the bazaar day so 1) Not everything is available and 2) Not everything is dirt cheap. Things were nonetheless, pretty damned dirt cheap anyway. Like Nokia N-Gages were available for a filthy sum of three and a half grands.
For future reference, go to CB only on Fridays.
Then headed over to Manish Market, which is thirty bucks away by cab, another place for electronics, gadgets, mobile phones and weird shit. Looked around a bit and purchased this green jet flame lighter, which I am too bored to take a picture of, so you will have to make do with an half hearted description.
It is like really tiny, and the gas doesn’t leak out, it rushes out in a jet that DOES NOT FLICKER, and the flame also happens to become green after two seconds or so. The green flame has nothing to do with the gas, but there is a strip of copper wire over the flame, that’s all.
I smoked ten centimeter cigarettes that we found across VT station – that dude has all the brands you might want.
There was also this statue – right across VT, which Chirag noticed, looked like it had got an erection:

Don’t worry, that’s just the statue’s hand.
Then we headed back to Sion, THEN to Bandra, looking around for the place to Volunteer for the one tree concert and we did not find that place because I have a shrewd suspicion it does not exist, (some people happen to have the shrewd suspicion that nothing exists. These stupid people should prove themselves right and find an imaginary way to commit suicide).

And THEN to the Bryan Adams Concert.

The difference between entertainment and music is glaring. There was a long queue up for the concert, a longer wait for the entries, a rush towards the entrance independent of the queue anyway when the gates did open up, Bryan Adams taking an amazingly long time to show up.
The crowd went wild as if Bryan Adams had come on stage or something. Bryan sang a few songs, bowed and left. Then the band came back, they performed a few more songs, bowed, then left. Then Bryan came back, performed a few more songs, bowed then left. Then the crowd got bored, then left.