Wishful thinking...

There are times when I feel so lazy, so lethargic and ennui ridden, that I even find myself wishing that someone would go and pee om my behalf.

There are times, when I am literally nodding with sleepiness, but can't really go to sleep.

There are times ( and this is almost ever since I remember) when I am inevitably irritated by the sound of train engine whistling at a distance , specially during the night hours. This sound is something I detest intensely, for reasons unknown.

There are times when sunning myself I look at the eagles floating in the sky , and I feel that one of them is looking at movement of my eyes, and is preying on them and readying to pluck them out.

There are times, when in the middle of the night I feel like getting up and doing something 'right now' but I can't spell what it is..

There are times , when I imagine being run over by a truck, or spilling boiling hot tea on my lap.

There are times, when I wish to leave my mom's front door open, so that some thieves might creep in and steal most of the goods that she has coveted through years, so that the multiple layers of clutter get cleared , without anyone ( family) having to do the tedious time consuming task. In fact , I want to usher in thieves, or hire them if need be, to do this favor!

There are times, when I want some things in my mom's house to be destroyed in a bonfire so that they become irretrievable for ever.

There are times when I want to make some people disappear forever, without having to murder them.

There are times when I want to go in a Rip Van Winkle mode.

There are times when I want Indian law to start community service as a punishment, and then arrest all Indians on some pretext , and then make them clean and mend up all the roads and streets of the country

There are times when I want all Indian women's vagina sewed up for a decade, so that they would stop shitting out more kids.

There are times...

Updating...

BusyBusyBusy is how it gets at times. So I have been traveling back and forth filling forms and filing for funds that are supposed to be mine, but involve a lot of field work and finesse to be finalized and fully recovered! A lot of visits to the government offices is a tedious task, and Sucks with a capital S , in India!

So zooming around and dodging the capital city's bustling roads is mind boggling, deafening, road raging and a totally frustrating  tedious task, and by the end you have reached your destination, you have layers and layers of dust caked upon your face and everywhere else . Dust has a propensity of reaching everywhere; even in the seventh box of the seven boxes locked and shut within each other, or right in the center of the stomach of an innermost Russian Matryoshka doll! And by the time you reach from one corner of the Delhi to the next, your entire surface plus your ears nose mouth alimentary canal etc. are all royally layered and leaves you coughing and sneezing till kingdom come!

Delhi is a Surreal place in every sense of the term. If you look up, you will see cloverleaf flyovers, and metro trains zooming overhead and huge shiny architecturally labor extensive sky scrapers glittering in the sun, and huge electronic billboards flashing faces of advertisements , news ,clock time or running instructions like 'keep your city clean' or 'use solar energy' ; all over the place.

Then again, look down, and you will see another side of the picture : The squalor, the dirt, the beggars and the slums , the spit and the ugly. Shifting your gaze alternately , up and down, makes it hard to decide, which picture is the reality, and which one is a dream!

Ok. So has been life lately. Both grim and good at one and the same time. Or you can say, I have been snatching moments from here and there to fill and spice up the life a bit. Nothing odd in that. In fact, isn't that what we all normally do?

So here are some random pictures I took from a random visit to a random Fair. You can also see some funny and some sordid side of an Indian 'Fair' (?)
 Selling

 

 Selling Pastries on cart wheels!

 This gentleman 'drove' his family right into the fair on his scooter!

 No Trail rooms here! They are on sale on Cartwheel  ;D

 'Size' of the 'Salesman'!

 All that goes into making one snack called 'Bhelpuri'!

 Selling tooth powder. It says that this Mahanmai Tooth Powder contains no tobacco :D

 Poor Man's Broadway show!( Notice the quality of chairs)

 Introduction of the belle shakers to the 'clients'!

All set to Ogle

The Dance Party wooing the customers from roadside!

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 Shaking booty

 -do-

' -do do-' :D

 Assorted shapes and sizes to cater to all 'tastes'

Curtain Call

Monkey Man's Sunday 160

Wait till she puts me down

Ok, so they are not watching now. Time to get out of rompers...

Get more chic, show a leg, and make a Style Statement!

Friday Flash 55ve Fiction ( Beast Fable #2 : MARRIAGE)

Once upon a time an elephant and an ant fell in love, and decided to marry. After their wedding, they left for their honeymoon.

And then they spend the rest of their life living happily ever after.

After the first night itself, the elephant died . Then SHE spend the rest of her life digging HIS grave.

Happy Valentine

Friday Flash 55ve. Religious Facts

They sat upon the lids
Covering practices
Their flowing beards
Falling like curtains
On black hearts.

She stood holding
Scissors in hand
Wanting to clip
And reveal it all
But she knew
They would come after her
For doing that.

Then she realized
All she needed
Was a LINK
To open the can of worms.

Indian Gypsy Cabaret Dance