fuck
yesterday, the freshers' return party at poison had the most fucked-up music i've ever been subjected to. i couldn't bear it for even an hour, and walked out much before midnight; once out, i decided to walk home. now, poison is in bandra and home is at yari road, 30 mins away by rick in non-peak hour traffic. but those who know me, will acknowledge that i love walking, especially alone, especially when my mind is fucked-up.
(this btw is perhaps the first time that fuck is being used in this blog, and very colloquially too)
(this btw is perhaps the first time that fuck is being used in this blog, and very colloquially too)
some random observations from the 2 hour walk home:
- groups of watchmen, supposedly guarding shops, ATMs and apartments solve crosswords below the street lights
- boutique shops on linking road leave dim lights on all through the night, their clothes gleaming on mannequins in the darkness, all secured and protected by glass-shutters
- a watchman of a particular boutique on linking road suspends a mosquito-net from the store's awning and sleeps peacefully every night
- the chain of chappal shops opposite national college leave tonnes of newspaper litter behind every night
- at bandra, kfc closes before mc donalds
- a mini-ferris wheel shifts base from juhu beach to somewhere in santacruz every night, via s.v. road
- the street light at the junction where parle station road meets sv road is the brightest along this entire route
- chemists, much against their wishes are persuaded to recommend medicines for ailments
- amar juice centre is so crowded, that it needs a guard just to direct drivers to their parking
- the steps below gold's gym, at juhu circle, are the closest resemblance to steps in a public space that our suburbs have
- there are chai-wallahs every 500 metres or so, along all the main roads
- the chai-wallahs sell coffee, cigarettes and even horlicks, but no chai
- the coffee is sold in two sizes, chotta and bada
- the price of the coffee is more than what a first timer would expect: the two tablespoons of coffee, milk and sugar that make up the small cup cost 5 bucks
- coffee along with cadbury is the best bet on a late night walkathon
- walking in suede shoes is painful after an-hour-and-a-half
- whilst on the streets, the thought of murderers, rapists, muggers etc isn't half as scary as that of wild street dogs
- bmc's sweepers gather at bus-stops for a round of nocturnal gossip
- the sweepers at 4 bungalows turning on juhu-versova link road, spread out sheets on the road, and lie under the stars whilst chatting
- it takes me 2.5 hours to walk 11.5 km after having slept three hours the previous night
- i can't wait for another late-night walkathon, this time with a camera though. thank you poison
- groups of watchmen, supposedly guarding shops, ATMs and apartments solve crosswords below the street lights
- boutique shops on linking road leave dim lights on all through the night, their clothes gleaming on mannequins in the darkness, all secured and protected by glass-shutters
- a watchman of a particular boutique on linking road suspends a mosquito-net from the store's awning and sleeps peacefully every night
- the chain of chappal shops opposite national college leave tonnes of newspaper litter behind every night
- at bandra, kfc closes before mc donalds
- a mini-ferris wheel shifts base from juhu beach to somewhere in santacruz every night, via s.v. road
- the street light at the junction where parle station road meets sv road is the brightest along this entire route
- chemists, much against their wishes are persuaded to recommend medicines for ailments
- amar juice centre is so crowded, that it needs a guard just to direct drivers to their parking
- the steps below gold's gym, at juhu circle, are the closest resemblance to steps in a public space that our suburbs have
- there are chai-wallahs every 500 metres or so, along all the main roads
- the chai-wallahs sell coffee, cigarettes and even horlicks, but no chai
- the coffee is sold in two sizes, chotta and bada
- the price of the coffee is more than what a first timer would expect: the two tablespoons of coffee, milk and sugar that make up the small cup cost 5 bucks
- coffee along with cadbury is the best bet on a late night walkathon
- walking in suede shoes is painful after an-hour-and-a-half
- whilst on the streets, the thought of murderers, rapists, muggers etc isn't half as scary as that of wild street dogs
- bmc's sweepers gather at bus-stops for a round of nocturnal gossip
- the sweepers at 4 bungalows turning on juhu-versova link road, spread out sheets on the road, and lie under the stars whilst chatting
- it takes me 2.5 hours to walk 11.5 km after having slept three hours the previous night
- i can't wait for another late-night walkathon, this time with a camera though. thank you poison
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i did this once... not so late at night.. but decided to walk home from matunga.. was great fun.. we should do it together sometime!
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