This is way off topic.. But sorta interesting to me anyway..
Have a read:
I was sleeping at the Bombay train station the other night and i get woken up
by some kid asking for money. I dig curiously, and sleepily through my pockets
to find like eight rupees for which the kid has no apparent excitement
for. "One thousand rupees sir?" No fuckin way.
I close my eyes and soon thereafter I hear his little voice; "message?
message?" What the fuck, can't anyone get a little sleep around here, to which
he replies by rubbing my legs. "Message!!!" No, i don't want a massage from
you. little punk.
So, all is well, my bags are tied close at hand and perched atop them is my
brand spankin new pair of FLY glasses. I wake an hour later to find that I no
longer own a brand new pair of photocramatic, dope-ass, bomb-as-hell glasses.
Frustrated, full of fire, I tried to laugh it off, but sleep would not come,
so, i went searching.
This kid is sitting on the curb merrily whistling a lil tune, totally
oblivious to the fact that a enraged, six foot six giant was hungrily lurking
in the shadows. I grabbed his shoulder to find him nearly jumping out of his
pants. I made little faces, trying to convey the message that i wanted my
motherfuckin glasses back this motherfuckin moment. He tried to explain,
firstly, that he didn't have them or that he threw them away. to which i
replied, "I'm gonna kick your little ass." Surly, with a little muscle and the
bogus promise to reward him with "One thousand rupees sir" I eventually coaxed
them out of him. After a scolding g my mother would be proud of, i caught
another four hours sleep in the thick of Victoria Terminal.
So the moral of the story; hmm, what was it again. Oh yea, sleep with your
eyes open or you'll find that someone took them.
I just took three trains: one from Goa to Bombay, at which time "the glasses
incident" occurred. In hopes of finding some companionship, I pushed all my
chips on the chance of an inside Girl Draw in Agra.....another 24hour train.
No luck: I showed up in the wild west of the Taj to be greeted by a man whose
soul objective was to make me as comfortable as I could be. No joke, like Raja
in Bangalore, this man took me where I needed to be in style and graciousness;
when I go back with me mum I will have his number ;-) This morning I boarded a
general class train to Delhi. A fucking madhouse. In an attempt to find some
room to place even one of my ass cheeks on a solid surface, I took refuge in
the "disabled compartment." You know, being tall is not a "legitimate"
disability; well, the police officer didn't think so at least. What he did
believe in is the power of fifty rupees, which I served up in return for
general comfort.
Alas, I sat in the doorway, smoking a little sometin I rolled up when the man
beside me stuck his feet out in an attempt to change positions. Hence, we had
our first disabled passenger on the disabled train. Warm flesh and bone is no
match for cold steel and the force of a train. I heard his bones pop, saw his
flesh opened to the muscle tensing beneath. He will be lucky if he walks
anytime soon. I knew not what to do but medicate him with homeopathic and
listen to him wail for the next four hours to Delhi.
Life here, as you can well tell from snippets of an ordinary day, has yet to
slow down. The streets are still crowded, the buisness of the world
continues at an undaunting pace; though i am here looking on and keeping open
to the moment, I can't imagine what life will be like at home......god knows.
My mom shows up today; im going to give her a full orientation into life in
India. A few days in Delhi, a few more in Varanasi, Saranath, Boyd Dya and
thennn.... If she wants the mountains, we'll go hiking, if she wants the
beach.....
Hey all, I love you, I'm thinking of seeing many of you in the comming weeks.
That statement in itself is something of mirage; i'm not sure if it Really
there.
Love and live it up
T-boogie
Have a read:
I was sleeping at the Bombay train station the other night and i get woken up
by some kid asking for money. I dig curiously, and sleepily through my pockets
to find like eight rupees for which the kid has no apparent excitement
for. "One thousand rupees sir?" No fuckin way.
I close my eyes and soon thereafter I hear his little voice; "message?
message?" What the fuck, can't anyone get a little sleep around here, to which
he replies by rubbing my legs. "Message!!!" No, i don't want a massage from
you. little punk.
So, all is well, my bags are tied close at hand and perched atop them is my
brand spankin new pair of FLY glasses. I wake an hour later to find that I no
longer own a brand new pair of photocramatic, dope-ass, bomb-as-hell glasses.
Frustrated, full of fire, I tried to laugh it off, but sleep would not come,
so, i went searching.
This kid is sitting on the curb merrily whistling a lil tune, totally
oblivious to the fact that a enraged, six foot six giant was hungrily lurking
in the shadows. I grabbed his shoulder to find him nearly jumping out of his
pants. I made little faces, trying to convey the message that i wanted my
motherfuckin glasses back this motherfuckin moment. He tried to explain,
firstly, that he didn't have them or that he threw them away. to which i
replied, "I'm gonna kick your little ass." Surly, with a little muscle and the
bogus promise to reward him with "One thousand rupees sir" I eventually coaxed
them out of him. After a scolding g my mother would be proud of, i caught
another four hours sleep in the thick of Victoria Terminal.
So the moral of the story; hmm, what was it again. Oh yea, sleep with your
eyes open or you'll find that someone took them.
I just took three trains: one from Goa to Bombay, at which time "the glasses
incident" occurred. In hopes of finding some companionship, I pushed all my
chips on the chance of an inside Girl Draw in Agra.....another 24hour train.
No luck: I showed up in the wild west of the Taj to be greeted by a man whose
soul objective was to make me as comfortable as I could be. No joke, like Raja
in Bangalore, this man took me where I needed to be in style and graciousness;
when I go back with me mum I will have his number ;-) This morning I boarded a
general class train to Delhi. A fucking madhouse. In an attempt to find some
room to place even one of my ass cheeks on a solid surface, I took refuge in
the "disabled compartment." You know, being tall is not a "legitimate"
disability; well, the police officer didn't think so at least. What he did
believe in is the power of fifty rupees, which I served up in return for
general comfort.
Alas, I sat in the doorway, smoking a little sometin I rolled up when the man
beside me stuck his feet out in an attempt to change positions. Hence, we had
our first disabled passenger on the disabled train. Warm flesh and bone is no
match for cold steel and the force of a train. I heard his bones pop, saw his
flesh opened to the muscle tensing beneath. He will be lucky if he walks
anytime soon. I knew not what to do but medicate him with homeopathic and
listen to him wail for the next four hours to Delhi.
Life here, as you can well tell from snippets of an ordinary day, has yet to
slow down. The streets are still crowded, the buisness of the world
continues at an undaunting pace; though i am here looking on and keeping open
to the moment, I can't imagine what life will be like at home......god knows.
My mom shows up today; im going to give her a full orientation into life in
India. A few days in Delhi, a few more in Varanasi, Saranath, Boyd Dya and
thennn.... If she wants the mountains, we'll go hiking, if she wants the
beach.....
Hey all, I love you, I'm thinking of seeing many of you in the comming weeks.
That statement in itself is something of mirage; i'm not sure if it Really
there.
Love and live it up
T-boogie