Monday, August 17, 2015

Modus Majzoobiyat


Just woke up from a deserving lap of sleep, following yesterday, that was dense with action - much like the entire weekend. The actions were dense with lightness, which seemed to act to my modus majzoobiyat. So much shit flew, and yet none struck or stuck; and paradoxically they made for experiences of a unique sort that does validate a growing up of 30-or-so years (an awareness of about 10 years).

Briefly put, the highlights:
- drive to and back from Gethia,
- in monsoons,
- meeting accident with (one political heaveyweight) mr. bitta's brother-operated truck (apparently) at Brajghat,
- few hrs at the police station,
- driving through kanwari traffic (sorta like an annual endurance test for hindu pilgrims in this season),
- through potholed roads,
- then fogbound Gethia,
- a visit to Sattal and a band of women bringing out everything that's wrong with 'women'
- hostilities from the dead,
- my velociraptor attack wound,
- finding ferric deposits leaching from the rocks on a morning reccee,
- driving back in record time feeling much like a realistic video game,
- then delhi at its flooded worst whetting my apetite to get wet

The weekend kinda proved that life is like a dancing leprechaun that pulls out a mini machine gun and opens fire at you. I've to keep it at bay for this week; there's work to do.

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