Independence never meant much : part 2

Chennai trip : the to be continued version



A. Sunday morning

there's something about brothers bonding thats just unexplainable. cant be written down. converted to shallow words.

and then again.

there's gloria gaynor.

I WILL SURVIVE.


best.song.for.singing.along.ever.


had breakfast. eggs and toast. brother dear has overtaken me on the art of cooking eggs. cheh.

aforementioned stud bhai, then bluetoothed sexy songs to aforementioned stud phone.


B. train trip to mangu


slept.

listened to songs.

slept.

helped an uncle wearing a red shirt with pinapples drawn on it(retro much?) carry his guitar off the train.

C. back to planet bad food

uncle then asked me where I was going.
then after a short conversation, offered me a lift to aforementioned college.

I expected a bike. or a cycle.

but then, it turned out, he had a huge big rich ass car with a huge rich big ass driver waiting.

*danger signs shooting around in brain*

when a rich uncle with a very avant garde dressing sense, offers you a lift in a car.

be scared.
very scared.

I was on guard for the whole journey.

but then.

I admit gladly.
I was wrong to.


no uncle touching. no inappropriate jokes from any uncle that day.

his name was kurien.
rich banker something who came to oversee some bank thing that only bank people have interest in.

he then proceeded to be extremely friendly in a non gay way.

told me things about things that I had no idea about.
about places to eat and drink in manipal I had never heard of.

and also.
this little gem : oh. youre from KMC? yeah. I guessed so. Ive seen a lot of MIT guys, and almost 2 out of 3 have pubic hair on their heads. I just dont get that.

D. afterthought


as I think about it now.
it would have been much more fun, talking to Kurien if I hadnt thought that there was something fishy.

he was like the chennai guys, people wtih good hearts.
and its now that I realise the problem I have with KMCites.
we just dont trust each other.
its been so long. Ive trusted rarely. and almost never been trusted back.

yes. non funny post my friends.

this indepence day, I didnt get up early.
I didnt do anything that made me feel any national spirit.

I stayed in.
and I thought.

I declare my freedom.

to trust.
and to trust without thinking about what may happen if anything goes wrong.
trust others with my hopes. my ideas. my secrets. my money. my pens. my life.

life is too short?
says who?
I think its too long.

but you know.

err.


ummm.



I forgot the point I was making.

jo bhi.


P.S. TS. much apologies for the much wait. it shall be on next? inafewdays. woo!