Thursday, January 31, 2008

Just another day in the office

I hope you guys find this hilarious. I certainly enjoyed being filmed and beaten up.

And yeah! No comments about how fat I have become since you guys last saw me or how messed up my hair looks.

*ing: Jesu Bhai Patel & me
Cameraperson: Cynnocent
Audience: Wily Mallu Phil

Other than me, rest assured, no other animals were harmed while filming this video.


Yeah, that's right scoffers, I'm going for it this time. After hearing Nita verbally kick me around to the point of killing me for missing them in bangalore, I have come to believe that there is a God. He must be a long haired, bearded, headbanger and an ultra-cool dude for hearing me and giving me a second chance. People like us don't deserve one but this is totally different. I sincerely wanted go to bangaloore (is that how it's spelt now?) to watch the show but then a certain important and universal criteria called money held me back. This time I made sure that I had things my way - basically free. A friend went through a lot of people to procure the passes for us. God bless her soul! All I have to do is go home sober tonight so as to not land up behind bars and wake up tomorrow. Waking up tomorrow is essential. Fuck cares! I don't fuckin think I'm sleeping tonight. I'm very excite!!!!

Sadly, EW will be missing it again. He was in Mumbai the last time they came. Now he is in Mangalooru (they haven't changed Mangalore's name, have they?). Ha Ha! I feel sorry for him. Fuck him!

So what next? Tomorrow at this time I'll be stoned and drunk and stoned and drunk and I'll do it two times over after that too. Here's to Eddie! Cheers!

Friday, January 11, 2008

Pointless Blabber

Excerpt from The Book of the Thunderbird

In the beginning there was darkness.
Then there were headlights.
On high beam.
And it was good.
Udden, udden.

GG sent me these lines about a month back. Even though I don't quite understand what 'Udden, udden' stands for, I relate with the poem. What can 'Udden, udden' mean? Fuck that. There is a certain kind of darkness that I sought to dispel by buying Baby and she does have powerful lamps and she is definately good. And it has helped. Riding nonchalantly through the roads of Mumbai have it's own up's and down's, literally and figuratively. But the looks of the eyes passing by, the knowing glances of fellow enfield owners and random conversations with strangers at traffic signals have all helped instil a kind of pride that previously was unknown to me. But there is something else that is FUCKING MY HEAD now!

GG & EW keep asking me, "When are we getting out of this place?", "When are we hitting the coast?", "When's our Jammu thing going to happen. I'm sick and fuckin'tired now, answering these questions with "I'm sure we'll do it someday, maybe next month." It leaves very acrid taste in the mouth and the brain. FUCK EW! you know. He still hasn't even got one. And since the 'No Pillion' rule is self-explanatory, he is not welcome on either my vehicle or GG's. Talking about GG, he has already ridden to these little hamlets in and around Lonavala. This has automatically given him bragging rights. And I, I have shit loads of other stuff to do-watch TV, play on my comp, try and show up at work and act like I'm working-that my personal interests have taken the backseat of the car that's behind me. Things are that bad. Just as bad as the hindi remixes that were running on MTV a few years ago.

Me being me, I'm still as desultory as I was in my younger days. So this new years, as usual I made a couple of resolutions. First one is to atleast hit some virgin beaches anlong the coast of Maharashtra. Come to think of it, I guess that's the only one. Yeah, it's the only one for this month or maybe the next one because as I'm writing this, my boss has mentioned that I'm going to be submerged in shit (read: work). There were other resolutions made like quitting smoking (just smoking, not smoking up) and drinking less, but those were broken just a few minutes into the first day of new year. Screw that. I just hope and pray to whichever God I believe in today that at this time my high beam is bright enough to guide me through. Baby are you listening?

Ciao! I'm off. Hopefully I have something better to ramble about this year. Probably that's one resolution I hope to fulfill.