Monday 13 December, 2010

In Transit

Bus, Margao to Bengaluru, Scheduled Departure Time: 6:15pm

Status @ 5:45pm

“Bus will be coming at 6:40, you can report by 6:30”

Status @ 6:45pm

“Bus is coming. Just coming”

Status @ 7:00pm

“Actually what happen is they divert the bus. It is coming by long route”

“It is coming, half an hour delay”

Status @ 7:15pm

“Bus is coming. Just coming”

Status @ 7:30pm

“Actually what is happen is bus has broken down. It is gone to garage for fixing”

“It is coming, not later than 8:30”

Status @ 8:15pm

“Actually it is only 15km away. In Verna. They are changing the bus. Transferring passengers.”

“Bus is coming. Just coming.”

Status @ 8:45pm

“What can I do madam? They are there and I am here. I’m also waiting no?”

“I am calling and calling, they are not pick up-ing”

“Madame once bus was delayed by 7 hours. I still remember, Dec 29-30th type date. 7 hours madam, this is nothing”

Status @ 9:00pm

"*Deep sigh*"

(Roughly translated – “Earth please swallow me whole”)

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The bus finally arrived at 9:15pm. Only 3 hours delay madam. This is nothing.

The journey will cost us a couple of hours in travel time. We will reach Bangalore 5 hours later than schedule. Only 5 hours madam. This is nothing.

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*Deep sigh*

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To a most vague and nebulous entity - Indian Standard Time...

Friday 10 December, 2010

beach bum

a work in progress...

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pockets full of seashells

beer bubbles in my nose

a mess of wind-blown matted hair

sand castles in my toes


precocious little crab legs

crawled out of an ice-cream cone

to make the salty solitude

seem a little less alone


i’m a royal shade of golden brown

the sea a stately blue

we’ll take over the world some day

soon as this rhyme is through


pockets full of seashells

a belly full of rum

in weight and worth, each reverie

far greater than their sum

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blistering barnacles, i made a rhyme!

blame goa...

Saturday 4 December, 2010

Growing Ourselves Up

SB: Let’s go somewhere, on a vacation… a trip?

MS: Yeah.

SP: Yeah…

SB: Well December’s out right?

MS: Jan is going to be pretty bad for me.

SP: Everything up till Feb is horrible…

SB: Yeah March is good na?

MS: Haan, by March everything will be sorted. More or less sorted.

SP: Hmm…

SB: Hopefully?

MS: Hopefully.

SP: Hopefully…

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SB: Hopefully…

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Dedicated to a most beautiful flotation device called hope.

To the monastery for keeping our spirits buoyant and Glowy, for lighting up our lives.

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To question marks, full-stops and ellipses.