Saturday, May 14, 2005
the right here right now phase
Nothing whatsoever to do with sex. Finished making the writeup and covers for bala's dad. Might blog it. Feeling sleepy right now, and was downloading snl videos while working. have to go to dombivili tommorrow morning. Damn. Anyway, will work a lot with premier tommorrow, and hopefully make a me against me lightsaber battle. mebbe. Watched star wars ep II from The arena scene till the discussion between mace and yoda in the end. Cool movie. obviously. Might or might not blog the bone collector part II. Actually, might as well get it done. Huge day today. throwing in the towel afterthe next blog.
The I almost watched star wars phase
I left the place at five twenty five, went to dombivili station with this rick that didn’t put on the meter. You just have to pay howmuchever they ask you to, so I dropped of bala, and was on the way to the station when some lady flagged down the rick, and got a ride too. Reached dombivili station, wanted to have Pepsi, or somewhat, but the fast train arrived just as I got onto the platform, so I took it, had 7-up on the platform in thane, then took a rick home. It was six twenty five and I was at this traffic jam near Oswal park. EPI started at 6:25. Damn. The good thing is the rick cost 29 bucks which is extremely rare. That’s the right meter. I got home in time to see the “negotiations.” Watched the movie almost till the pod race, and then processed the images, made them smaller and web-friendly, and played around with premier a bit. Will take time to learn… then went back to watchin Ep-I and saw the final fight sequence, which is what I really wanted to watch… then came back to blogging. On Word.
The bone collector phase
then we caught a rick to gaondevi mandir. The rick left us at the gaon itself, and wouldn't take us all the way, I presume because he wouldn't get a fare back. He didn't put the meter, and I had to pay him the minimum fare. Then as we walked, bala noticed this really funny jeep that was not derilict, but was unkept and looked abandoned...
The funny part was this:
On reflection, it does not seem very funny now, but I guess things become funnier if you are with friend.
Saw gaondevi mandir in the distance, looked pretty good so I took a pic.
Actually I had to zoom in to get it, what i actually saw was
Notice the tank beside it. that is where we eventually ended up...
But first we headed over to the cattle graveyard, and I found a recent cremation site. Nothing left...
there were no bones. There were so many the last time I came around...
but we began to look harder, and began to find a few. Like this one, was the first.
Bala used this bone as a boomerand, and i have it on video. Might screencap it and blog it later...
Then we found this site which still had the bone-ash remaining, and there were traces of things like teeth, which from previous expirience here, I can tell, would have disintegrated on touch.
And our shadows came in it... cool eh?
that bozo didn't know to click. First he said my face wouldn't come, then I said ok, as long as the bones were clear...
And he took something in between. that dope.
I think they are the spinous processes of the vertebrae. Don't know for sure, but they cannot be anything else. They cannot be scapular spines, as they are massive in cattle.
Then my friend found a tooth and a fragment of some bone.
The cut in his hand is where he tried to break another "boomerang" bone that he found. Now that we looked for it, we found a lot of it. Actually he looked for it, i was looking around for taking a few picturesqe wallpaperable photos...
This is just a small bush
would have been cooler if a train would have been on the tracks in the background.
To be continued...
because
a) blogger closed down for maintanance
b) I closed the window by mistake, this is all I had saved in word
The funny part was this:
On reflection, it does not seem very funny now, but I guess things become funnier if you are with friend.
Saw gaondevi mandir in the distance, looked pretty good so I took a pic.
Actually I had to zoom in to get it, what i actually saw was
Notice the tank beside it. that is where we eventually ended up...
But first we headed over to the cattle graveyard, and I found a recent cremation site. Nothing left...
there were no bones. There were so many the last time I came around...
but we began to look harder, and began to find a few. Like this one, was the first.
Bala used this bone as a boomerand, and i have it on video. Might screencap it and blog it later...
Then we found this site which still had the bone-ash remaining, and there were traces of things like teeth, which from previous expirience here, I can tell, would have disintegrated on touch.
And our shadows came in it... cool eh?
that bozo didn't know to click. First he said my face wouldn't come, then I said ok, as long as the bones were clear...
And he took something in between. that dope.
I think they are the spinous processes of the vertebrae. Don't know for sure, but they cannot be anything else. They cannot be scapular spines, as they are massive in cattle.
Then my friend found a tooth and a fragment of some bone.
The cut in his hand is where he tried to break another "boomerang" bone that he found. Now that we looked for it, we found a lot of it. Actually he looked for it, i was looking around for taking a few picturesqe wallpaperable photos...
This is just a small bush
would have been cooler if a train would have been on the tracks in the background.
To be continued...
because
a) blogger closed down for maintanance
b) I closed the window by mistake, this is all I had saved in word
The finally coming back phase
Went to the CD guy, got adobe premier and some sound making software, that turns out to be a simple recording software. He was insistant on showing me a load of games I had no interest in. FOOL. The good part about all this as I walked back to VT, feeling very happy about my purchases, was that I had lost something of me. The got to go feeling had finally ceased. Somehow. I caught a train, going to right a thesis on the perfect seat, and I got one of those today, and went all the way to Dombivili. While going there I was a train or two behind my friends who were heading over to Nirmal Lifestyles in Mulund. Talked to them a bit then ended up in dombivili. Caught a rickshaw to Bala’s house. His father gave me an assignment which I am going to do today, and do the thesis someday later. I had dosa with sugar and ghee, then Bala and I headed over to gaondevi mandir…
The I really need to go phase.
Aka the DAMNATION PHASE.
I will always remember these few hours as the most horrible few hours I had ever had to endure.
First you need to know what I ate yesterday:
I had a pretty nutritious diet by most standards yesterday, and this is all I remember eating…
-one packet of cream biscuits
-one packet of act II butter and pepper pop corn (meant for two)
-two cadbury’s diary milk chocolates, the five rupee ones
-one apple
-two chikoos
-dal rice with cabbage bhaji
-dal rice without cabbage bhaji
-curd rice.
All of this basically screwed me up. I had to go, and had to go hard just after Matunga. I contemplated using the now cleaned toilets at SIES back at Sion, but decided that I would endure it out. Big mistake. Past the next few stations the urge mounted till I could control it no longer. As soon as Byculla came, I got down and went to a platform running, it wa this small door with a weird sign, that turned out not to be the toilet afterall. I went to the station manager’s office on the other end o the bloody platform and asked him where the hell the toilet was. He looked at me in a very serious expression, and told me that it was on platform one. I headed over to platform one, and found the toilet. There were a load of people, and the urinal was free. But beyond the urinal, there were two toilets, with a load of dangerous looking people sitting and cracking jokes and smoking on a bench. As soon as I entered, they drove me out. Apparently they were all in queue. DAMNATION. I don’t know how I got the muscles to hold everything while patiently waiting for the train. Actually, waiting for the train damn impatiently. There was no point staying in queue. I was thirsty, and I was also sweating. So I drank a cup of Pepsi. The first of many. Then the train pulled in, I got on, and hauled me barely contained butt all the way to VT, past filthy little stations that no one but beggars use to get on and off, and endured the singing of a particularly besura beggar singing in a particularly besura tone. In those darkest hours, when bowl containment was at its toughest, I half-seriously contemplated jumping off and making it look like an accident. I was at the edge, because I was sweating like hell… but fortunately or unfortunately, there were too many stations placed too close together for the train to gather any speed. So I didn’t want to just injure myself, and have an explosion AFTER that. So I stayed on… somehow. Finally VT station came, I got off and jogged all the way to the toilet, barely containing it. I put all my belongings in my bag so that they wouldn’t fall out while I was at it. A further damnation was awaiting me. There was a queue at the VT toilet too… SHIT. But I couldn’t do that… Then The guy asked me to pay two bucks. I said I would pay it after I was done. He persisted that I should pay up before. I got out my wallet from my bag and did that. Then I waited in queue. Bent over double. One guy came out from the cubicle I was in front of. This guy to my right said that he was in queue and went in. I waiting. There was some white liquid caught in a crack. I almost vomited… before realizing it was only soap water. Someone in cubicle six was bathing. Another guy was waiting with a towel, and reading a newspaper. A few people came in and stood in line. The guy who collected the money was screaming “chalo” at the top of his voice. Hew as also screaming out cubicle numbers. Ek… do.. teen… char. Then this small, cheeky kid sitting up cuddled on the money-collectors chair said “Ganpati ka jai jai kar.” All the while… I really had to go. Then the cubicle to my right, opened, and this guy left. I grabbed it, at the same time as this man. I thought the system was first-come first serve. So I complained about him to the money collector, holding myself in the commanding position all the while. This poor guy who thought the system was grab your own cubicle and wait, was annoyed and surprised by my behavior. The coin-collector told that my system was wrong, but my system was really messed up and I got it anyway, thinking I would close the door in his face. It opened right up, and he hit me on the shoulders. I shoved his chest out, and I repeated my stance even though it was wrong. That is how I ended up having a squabble at the door’s of a public toilet in Chatrapati Shivaji Terminus. Other’s began to ask him to let go… he let go, and I closed the door. NO FUCKING BOLT TO LATCH IT. Held my hand against it, and squatted. RELIEF? Yeah right… not a bit. It did come out, but the feeling in the gut that you had to go persisted. If anything stronger than before. I contorted my intestines… but nothing came out. DAMNATION. I was properly screwed. I just sat in the public toilet, and endured all the stench. The tap was one of those that let out water from everywhere if you open it, but thankfully it did not spray it. I was clutching my bag in the other hand. Damn uncomfortable position. And the smell was overpowering. And I was sweating like hell…and nothing would come out.
The guy screamed from outside… “ek.. do… teen… char”. CHALO. I left. Nothing else to do. I got my tortured ass out of there, cooled myself in the ac outside, by standing directly beneath it, and was so distracted that I went out from the wrong exit. I still had to go… it was as if my brain was forced to remember this state forever. I began to hobble towards the cd shop, and I caught the eye of this girl. She gave a shocked expression looking at the expression I had on my face.
That’s how I found out that all the stuff I ate was bad for your love life too.
I had been to hell and back. Who said I was back?
I will always remember these few hours as the most horrible few hours I had ever had to endure.
First you need to know what I ate yesterday:
I had a pretty nutritious diet by most standards yesterday, and this is all I remember eating…
-one packet of cream biscuits
-one packet of act II butter and pepper pop corn (meant for two)
-two cadbury’s diary milk chocolates, the five rupee ones
-one apple
-two chikoos
-dal rice with cabbage bhaji
-dal rice without cabbage bhaji
-curd rice.
All of this basically screwed me up. I had to go, and had to go hard just after Matunga. I contemplated using the now cleaned toilets at SIES back at Sion, but decided that I would endure it out. Big mistake. Past the next few stations the urge mounted till I could control it no longer. As soon as Byculla came, I got down and went to a platform running, it wa this small door with a weird sign, that turned out not to be the toilet afterall. I went to the station manager’s office on the other end o the bloody platform and asked him where the hell the toilet was. He looked at me in a very serious expression, and told me that it was on platform one. I headed over to platform one, and found the toilet. There were a load of people, and the urinal was free. But beyond the urinal, there were two toilets, with a load of dangerous looking people sitting and cracking jokes and smoking on a bench. As soon as I entered, they drove me out. Apparently they were all in queue. DAMNATION. I don’t know how I got the muscles to hold everything while patiently waiting for the train. Actually, waiting for the train damn impatiently. There was no point staying in queue. I was thirsty, and I was also sweating. So I drank a cup of Pepsi. The first of many. Then the train pulled in, I got on, and hauled me barely contained butt all the way to VT, past filthy little stations that no one but beggars use to get on and off, and endured the singing of a particularly besura beggar singing in a particularly besura tone. In those darkest hours, when bowl containment was at its toughest, I half-seriously contemplated jumping off and making it look like an accident. I was at the edge, because I was sweating like hell… but fortunately or unfortunately, there were too many stations placed too close together for the train to gather any speed. So I didn’t want to just injure myself, and have an explosion AFTER that. So I stayed on… somehow. Finally VT station came, I got off and jogged all the way to the toilet, barely containing it. I put all my belongings in my bag so that they wouldn’t fall out while I was at it. A further damnation was awaiting me. There was a queue at the VT toilet too… SHIT. But I couldn’t do that… Then The guy asked me to pay two bucks. I said I would pay it after I was done. He persisted that I should pay up before. I got out my wallet from my bag and did that. Then I waited in queue. Bent over double. One guy came out from the cubicle I was in front of. This guy to my right said that he was in queue and went in. I waiting. There was some white liquid caught in a crack. I almost vomited… before realizing it was only soap water. Someone in cubicle six was bathing. Another guy was waiting with a towel, and reading a newspaper. A few people came in and stood in line. The guy who collected the money was screaming “chalo” at the top of his voice. Hew as also screaming out cubicle numbers. Ek… do.. teen… char. Then this small, cheeky kid sitting up cuddled on the money-collectors chair said “Ganpati ka jai jai kar.” All the while… I really had to go. Then the cubicle to my right, opened, and this guy left. I grabbed it, at the same time as this man. I thought the system was first-come first serve. So I complained about him to the money collector, holding myself in the commanding position all the while. This poor guy who thought the system was grab your own cubicle and wait, was annoyed and surprised by my behavior. The coin-collector told that my system was wrong, but my system was really messed up and I got it anyway, thinking I would close the door in his face. It opened right up, and he hit me on the shoulders. I shoved his chest out, and I repeated my stance even though it was wrong. That is how I ended up having a squabble at the door’s of a public toilet in Chatrapati Shivaji Terminus. Other’s began to ask him to let go… he let go, and I closed the door. NO FUCKING BOLT TO LATCH IT. Held my hand against it, and squatted. RELIEF? Yeah right… not a bit. It did come out, but the feeling in the gut that you had to go persisted. If anything stronger than before. I contorted my intestines… but nothing came out. DAMNATION. I was properly screwed. I just sat in the public toilet, and endured all the stench. The tap was one of those that let out water from everywhere if you open it, but thankfully it did not spray it. I was clutching my bag in the other hand. Damn uncomfortable position. And the smell was overpowering. And I was sweating like hell…and nothing would come out.
The guy screamed from outside… “ek.. do… teen… char”. CHALO. I left. Nothing else to do. I got my tortured ass out of there, cooled myself in the ac outside, by standing directly beneath it, and was so distracted that I went out from the wrong exit. I still had to go… it was as if my brain was forced to remember this state forever. I began to hobble towards the cd shop, and I caught the eye of this girl. She gave a shocked expression looking at the expression I had on my face.
That’s how I found out that all the stuff I ate was bad for your love life too.
I had been to hell and back. Who said I was back?
The what the hell will I do today phase
Got up early morning trying to figure out what to do today. A friend had made plans to go to yeoor, but that wasn’t finalized because he had gone to a movie (probably) yesterday night, and the plans were not confirmed. I wanted to go to VT, buy adobe premier and sit at home doing nothing after that, but a friend’s dad had asked me to help him with a flier, which I am going to start doing now. My plans somewhat concretized, I would go to VT, get the CD, go to Dombivili and roam about, and play burnout. So I was about to leave when the calls started pouring in, friends were meeting up at sion, and expected me to come. Blah to them. I stuck to my original plan and set out. Another friend called while I was going to the bus stop. They were meeting up at Dadar now… I was maintaining a healthy ambiguity about going or not going when he forced me into a yes or no answer, and said I do too much natak. I ended up going to VT anyway, after purchasing the tickets and just missing a fast train.
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