Wake me up when September ends

Okay, I know that's a little punk-rock-gone-wrongish, but what the hell. September has been a little dreamy. With Yeats, Intro, Tennessee Williams, birthdays and vacations. And Pujo of course, but tomorrow is going to be my first day of Pujo in Cal. Blogging from Singapore Airport, and I faintly remember a very similar erebus post. Oh how I wish travel wouldn't end. And I mean that in an extremely non-philosophical way. Plane, train, ticket, transit, departure, boarding, duty-free, wake up calls - I just love these words. I love living out of a suitcase and I love the hassle of travel, movement, photographs, different places, different people, food, everything, everything. It doesn't matter if it's Digha or Dubai...just...moving. And returning. And moving. Oh well. I'm going a little crazy here. Langkawi trip was awesome. We had monkeys at our window waking us up from afternoon siestas. But more on that later. With pictures. And now, to plunge into Pujo. Dhadang dhadang dhangla!
But shit, these airports are awesome.

Loony in Lalaland

Oh my God, this is all so cool! KL airport is one of the coolest places I've ever been to! I just got the most delicious massage on a massage chair and had loads of Baileys Irish Cream on the flight. Haha, this is so cool! And the loos have potty showers which is such a blessing, 'cause toilet papers are such a drag. It's always great to be travelling with Baba, Ma and Dada because everything is so uncompromised. It's like sinking into a warm satin pillow stuffed with ostrich feathers or whatever. Shit, I'd hate me if I weren't me.
Anyway, off to Langkawi in an hour or so, where I plan to do nothing but laze. And feed birds. And take pictures. And eat. And swim. Maybe. And to think Eaton didn't give me an excuse slip just last morning. Oh, he can just go lay an egg. I'm on vacation.

Today was my last show. Not Tin Can's though. Another show tomorrow, Monday, please please please come. Same timings - 6 and 8 o clock shows. Got a lovely farewell at the steps. And everyone helped out the dog. Leo. Suchha baby. I love him. Hope he's taken care of. His owners should be put in jail. I hope Wanchoo's back's better. And I hope everyone rocks the show tomorrow. Bye bye Intro.

washout!

Show cancelled because of rain. Waded through hip deep water to get to Uma. Played Antakshari and had gorom cha, shingara and ceegrates (yay for Ronaan and Agni!). Then came back home. Tin Canners a little down in the dumps. There will probably be another show on Monday. Fingers crossed for tomorrow. Check out show pics on Vatsala's blog.
Good news for Kanti fans though - he's most likely to do my fly part on Monday. I'm outta here!

Yesterday, while helping me out with my costume Harsh couldn't help marvelling at how huge my thighs are : "shit, they're so huuuuuuge man", he blurted out and I loved it. It was just so painfully honest and stupid and without malice that I couldn't help grinning. It's so much better than all that itty bitty patronizing bull. And he looked like a deer in the lights of a speeding car when he realised he had said it out aloud and I was looking at him. So I loved it even more. Well, I guess being fat has its moments.
Anyway, play today. Yesterday was a long and gruelling day with all kinds of firework. Gave a college a miss. Fingers crossed. Hope it turns out alright.

I feel like suchha stupit fool. Bugger. It took a person's death to put things into perspective. I'm shallow, hyper-sensitive, corny, insecure, melodramatic and suffer from severe verbal diarrhoea. But mostly, I'm stupid. A Stupppitttt Foool.

20th-24th September at Uma Art Gallery. Two shows - 6 p.m. and 8 p.m. Tickets available at BCL. Yes, blatant publicity. Pliss come.

Haven't been this mindfucked in a reeeeeehhheeeeaaally long time. It was good.

Chinese Hakka Noodle mamu

Bole toh dekhne ka, kya?

just one of these days...just ONE of these days....I'm going to be a SUPERBITCH and destroy the world. The geek hath spoken.

Wow. Yeats is so much cooler when the dirty old man is high. Anything goes on a day like today.

Lost the Antel virginity. This was Mecca after all.

cell snaps inc.

Goodbye Steve Irwin

One of my most favourite persons on TV. Irwin was killed when a stingray barb punctured his chest as he was filming on the Great Barrier Reef.

Is MINE! ahahahahahahahahahaha! And that completes the collection :)

Warning : boring, pointless post

Cal is so at home with chaos. Was taking an auto ride back home, and Gariahat was choc-a-bloc with people from a procession. It was quite a scene : blaring loudspeakers, pujo shoppers, confused minibuses sprawled around like broken limbs, even more confused traffic police, who waved their flabby hands frantically at no-one in particular and said ei sala! a lot. These people had formed a human chain and were protesting against something (some human-rights thing...I don't know, I'm bad at these things) and there were all sorts really - students, mashimas, bhodroloks, ram prasad isteeriwalas, bus conductors - half thought of joining it, just for the heck of it, but with the sun beating down on my poor head, highly susceptible to whimsical headaches, I changed my mind. Besides, I didn't know what it was for anyway. Everyone in the auto seemed cool with it. To hell with geting late for appointments and all that jazz, lets join the bloody micheel. We got off at the crossing and I walked it to Ballygunge Station - and it was kind of fun, because there were no cars or people beyond a certain point and I felt like I owned the road. Then came the tedious wait for another auto, because the conscious citizens that these autowallahs are, they had all joined the procession and left a snake long line of sun beaten commuters waiting at the auto stand. The line included an old gentleman, who was in the previous auto with me. And I was amazed at the fucktard student types (who probably get their mothers to shave their miserable moustaches for them) with umbrellas and school bags, letting this old fellow stand there in the heat, not even bothering once to share an umbrella or something. Half thought of giving him my bag to cover his head, but he was so blissfully cool with being treated like shit that, I just told him in a non-committal manner to stand in the shade a bit. The dude got subtly elbowed by overgrown mama's boy for trying to share his oversized umbrella. And Jyoti Basu (he looked like that) smiled along and asked for the ten thousandth time "eta Ruby'r line toh?". Ha babah, Ruby'r line, Dadu.
And then the auto came some 15-20 minutes later and we bumped along like happy apples, with not a line of discomfort or complaint on our pathetic faces. We are like this only.