Foul mood..

I'm heavily drunk today. It would be safe on my part to reveal what i'm drunk with. No, I haven't dared to lift up my eyes to liquor in a long while, so the possibility of being drunk with liquor can be ruled out. Damn, I'm drunk with sweet sleep and foul mood. Both are so incongruous especially when the weather has moderately toned down to a level when one can happily take out one's blanket and wrap it around the body and transfer the soul into oblivion. sigh! I'm not supposed to sulk like this in such a lovely weather which is indeed a miracle in the capital city. Rains and overcast skies which bring immense joy to me otherwise has failed this one time to shield me from this foul mood. Incongruous indeed! I so wish I could deport this foul mood to the back of beyond. wishful thinking!

Manali and Mainakoli...(contd.)

Where was I yesterday? yeah, give credit to my failing memory yet again. yeah !after your primary preparations, check your money and cards without which your status would be reduced to a wanderer in a desert thirsting for water in a mirage. The only difference would be that mountains would replace the desert. Nonetheless, the consequences are adamant to remain intact. This was a bit of free advice on my part. Now comes what Mainakoli did to reach her destination straight from the horse's mouth-
After a lot of running around from Paharganj entry of NDRS( new delhi railway station) to Ajmeri gate to Shiela cinema hall where I finally bumped into the person I was supposed to, I heaved a sigh of relief. Thanks to my phone which was acting real weird at the wrong time! Neway, some misunderstanding happened even before boarding the pre-booked Volvo but my ready wit of declaring myself a member of JNU Student's Union Body solved the problem immediately.( btw, it is a white lie ;)) The one day old brand new deptt. T-shirt beaming proudly of being a JNUite did the needful.I can't exactly recall when we bought packets of chips to munch on and when I am on this thought, I would like to make an observation.

• The things which beat liquor and dope-the new age necessity of gen-X or call it a status symbol?? very closely has to be chips ( Lays or other labels) and Coke/Pepsi.

I have no idea when I dozed off in the cozy seat listening to melodious nos. by our own Papon Da only to be woken up at around 10/10:30 to have food in some roadside eatery. God! were they prices for those commonplace food! But the most important duty was to empty my bowels off its excess water to pave the way for another round of sound sleep till the crows cawed heralding the start of yet another day. I almost crawled back to my seat after the duty was done to have an affair with beauty sleep to the disappointment of my friend who felt utterly ditched and deprived from a waking company to chit-chat. The next time I took the pain of opening my eyes was at the next stop to have morning tea. The special tea or (was it coffee??) made of special yak milk tasted not-so-special in the mouth. I have uploaded a picture of the same. The sexy and edgy curves of the mountain route and the fresh looking Sutlej water kept me awake for a while. The abundant marijuana leaves which grew like grass excited Gnxu to the hilt. He kept on
filling the memory space of his Samsung star which such pictures. WEll, seeing is believing. So, I am uploading a picture of a patch of those leaves which along with Bob Marley & red/yellow/green symbol drives youngsters crazy beyond imagination. Its LSD for them.
Neway, after another round of on and off dozing off and marvelling at the petite and cute houses adorned with flowers, we finally reached Manali located in the distt of Kullu.(to be contd.)

Manali and Mainakoli...(inspiration- Gnxu)

Three jackets, a pair of warmers, two pair of jeans, t-shirts, mufflers, a pair of converse, several pair of socks- these are the essential stuffs a friend of mine recommended as 'must-haves' in my kit arranged for a trip to the mountains. I stuffed my kohl-without which i look like a dead fish, adidas deo, moisturizer,tissue,toothpaste and brush,hair brush, shampoo and face wash into the kit without fail. A lady of my age feels almost handicapped without her toiletries and hence special care was given to it lest my forgetful mind would skip any of these! Gloves, gum boots, winter cap would be taken care of on reaching destination Manali and sub-destination Rohtang Pass( trust me when I say Its Paradise on this wretched Earth- the wretched aspect dwindles to an extent due to Its existence). Oh yes! never to forget your medicines- avomin, norfloxcin(i'm sure i have misspelt it; feeling lazy to let go off my sitting posture to cross-check it), disprin and I can't recall what you call it-the one for curing gastric trouble. My memory is failing me with advancing age. sigh!

vignette of a day's conversation...

We treaded the dusty field in the blazing sunlight in an act of bravery. As usual, little conversations broke out to keep company. " The leaves are all gone, see", said she. And with her ready wit came up with one or two lines of poetry to which i clumsily added another line just to ,as i have said ,keep company. Spring this time is on a very short visit. In a whisker it'll be gone! The brown leaves are strewn all over the place, carpeting the floor giving us a 'brown carpet' welcome.

Time nowadays doesn't fly; it has an annual ticket booked on the fastest moving space shuttle. It likes to give time to the celestial world. The planet of human race is just not worth time's time! Anyway, evening filled with mild breeze dawned on nature shifting the conversations to another angle. The brown leaves doesn't appeal anymore in the glow of the neon street lights.
"you know what? The philosopher said that post- colonial is not POST colonial but its POST- 'lakdi wali post' colonial as a thesis statement"." HAAN!!???", came the reply in loud unison. This would certainly prove to be a milestone statement someday!

''Jao! tum jao (heavily accented people can only say thus), i have to do my term paper", "Tumhari bharat (baarat- again only non-hindi speakers can say thus) aaya hein", "I like her poetry but not her", " Pennsylvania students are more bright than Indians", filled the evening air. Ripples of laughter broke through hitting passer-by's who couldn't help lending an ear to these fun-filled conversations.
'' What do we have for dinner?" marked the end of a lively episode as we went inside the mess with cringing noses in anticipation of insipid food.

Lemon

By the way,
What fruit is it apart from being citrus?
Tropical??
Why trace its nature?
Give credence to its inherent 'nature'?
Medieval period used it for clear skin
SO?? Even modern period does!
EXACTLY!!
The perpetual thread entwining the archaic and the new
Mutation is very telling..
Rawness gets transformed into something overcooked( don't burn the dish)
Eat the lemon raw-like juice. Lemonade?
No, I prefer lemon rice! The south Indian way.
I like to wear lemon perfume- on my hair and skin :)
Ay, why don't you put that lemon'y' picture as your DP??
No, I like granny's old ways,
of making lemon garlands to-
ward off evil!!