I'm sitting by the seashore with this fuckwit of a friend of mine...screaming...

'' FFFFFAAAAAAACCCCCKKKKKKK''

...and we're debating the post modernist colonial rule in india....and the influence of post modernism and the fact that there is so little of 'local culture'....except chapatis...

My friend is talking about how dogs hump everyday and he hasn't got it in...well....a while

We're sitting by the seashore with a wind strong enough to keep us standing....and he's getting a kick out've standing with his back to the shore and his jacket 'farting' cuz of the wind...and we're looking at a plane go up in the distance with some keralite traveling to the US for the first time and how he's gonna be standing in line to shoot some 'bikini babes' once he's there....

Hehehehehe

The seashore is a crazy place!!!!

Airport terminals are like the maternity ward of a giant hospital....with everyone 'waiting'...with anxiety...and this expression of, ''what am I gonna do next?''

everyone looks so stressed for some reason :) ....wonder why...

They're all lost in their heads somewhere...someone should make a machine where you can 'plug into' people's thoughts...so once ur at the airport - you'll have more entertainment than you could ever dream of! Its like you'd walk around with your headphones and 'plug into' whichever station you wanted...

Ofcourse, this way, people could even charge for someone to plug into their thoughts. Like, imagine Vijjay Mallya was at the airport terminal and you wanted to 'plug into' his thoughts...dude...just think of how much money he'd make by doing - nothing! ..then again, I don't think he needs anymore..unless he's making some plans for world domination. Which I'm sure he is.

You'd have relationship gurus sitting and jotting down their thoughts, while you got a 'sneak hear' into their next bestseller....you'd have pornstars giving you your 'fix' - sitting right there in front of you...with no touching at all ;) ...and ofcourse - the maximum choice would be of the 'saas bahu' rona dhona type channels.....and even if it wasn't a true story - I'm sure you'd be able to atleast catch last nights episode from Zee!

''...raindrops and dance...
Strange kind of romance...
I don't know why to cry out loud...
But I'm feeling fiine...
Watch the rhythm of the rain falling down..''

Rain. Colonial Cousins.

I've loved that song from the very first time that I heard it...so many years ago...

I love the rain. Love the wetness on trees...drops of rain falling off leaves into puddles of water on the road *splashed* into by running passersby as they giggle through the joy of a cloud burst...

While others....just stand there....looking heavenwards...eyes closed...feeling every drop touch every pore of their bodies....feeling their clothes get heavy in being so wet.....and yet....they stand there....

Another stand by the ocean...watching in fear...and awe...at the might and fury of the ocean...watching the water crash and pound the shore...again..and again...and again........and again...like having sex...the sensation overcomes you...overtakes you...and you're lost in elysium...

Another watches from a balcony...dreaming about his life gone by...sitting with his cup of chai...and biscuit or bread...a distance in his eyes...she looks down at him....smiling as she always has through that picture...

Another enjoys the smell of of the earth..after the first showers...the freshness in the air..and runs to the 'vada pao walla' across the street - he's soaked by the time he gets there :) ...but biting into a hot vada pao makes it worthwhile....

All...expressions of the rain. Like a beautiful song playing somewhere in the background....beyond space and time......in your mind......