Long Weekend
Last week was rather fascinating. It started with a meeting with Shyam Benegal and ending with nice weekend trip. Uncle Shyam was in Delhi for the screening of his documentary “Lost Childhood” that traces child labour in India. Since NDTV had interviewed him, I was up and about watching Night Out and Raat baki and it was both audio and visual treat. Priya Sachdev was talking to the reporter during the launch of a jewellery line and she spoke in an amazing Punju-Brit-Yankee accent. Her lip movement was minimal and of-course it looked like she is going through major constipation problem that could be deciphered by the way she spoke. And friends, you should have heard her pronounce “YET”!!! I could not stop laughing. The event had a full dose of air-kissing with ladies resplendent in their minimal clothing. So much so, that they had to take good care of walking or bending….otherwise the moral police of the I&B ministry would have definitely banned Night Out.
My 9th flor friend & I decided to travel to Shimla for the long weekend. Our friends termed it as a good bonding time and the weekend trip was elevated to the pedestal of honeymoon. Now let me make one thing very clear, while I do not suffer from homophobia at the same time I am NOT GAY. When women go out on weekend trips or holidays, they are not termed lesbians, or are they? Anyway, coming back to the trip. So we set out for our sojourn to Shimla on Friday morning. Anticipating an eleven hour long bus journey, I decided to pop not one but TWO Imodiums. Believe me, my friends, two imodiums can do wonder to your stomach….almost unbreakable seal!!! To make matters worse, both of us chickened out of the long bus journey and decided to go to my favourite city Jaipur.
I always loved the city and as my friend put it, “a city of organised chaos”. Of-course we landed in trouble the moment we reached Jaipur. All the hotels seemed to be overbooked, the roads were filled with tourists and even in that milieu you could spot the monkey cap and muffler clad bongs! They are everywhere…from the public toilets to the sophisticated restaurants, you just cannot ignore the breed. Mind you, the weather in Jaipur was extremely pleasant, but muffler and monkey cap…NO WAY. And there we were, two bongs with out bags filled with woollen clothes! If the cops stopped us and wanted to check our luggage, he would have definitely referred us to a mental asylum.
Last week was rather fascinating. It started with a meeting with Shyam Benegal and ending with nice weekend trip. Uncle Shyam was in Delhi for the screening of his documentary “Lost Childhood” that traces child labour in India. Since NDTV had interviewed him, I was up and about watching Night Out and Raat baki and it was both audio and visual treat. Priya Sachdev was talking to the reporter during the launch of a jewellery line and she spoke in an amazing Punju-Brit-Yankee accent. Her lip movement was minimal and of-course it looked like she is going through major constipation problem that could be deciphered by the way she spoke. And friends, you should have heard her pronounce “YET”!!! I could not stop laughing. The event had a full dose of air-kissing with ladies resplendent in their minimal clothing. So much so, that they had to take good care of walking or bending….otherwise the moral police of the I&B ministry would have definitely banned Night Out.
My 9th flor friend & I decided to travel to Shimla for the long weekend. Our friends termed it as a good bonding time and the weekend trip was elevated to the pedestal of honeymoon. Now let me make one thing very clear, while I do not suffer from homophobia at the same time I am NOT GAY. When women go out on weekend trips or holidays, they are not termed lesbians, or are they? Anyway, coming back to the trip. So we set out for our sojourn to Shimla on Friday morning. Anticipating an eleven hour long bus journey, I decided to pop not one but TWO Imodiums. Believe me, my friends, two imodiums can do wonder to your stomach….almost unbreakable seal!!! To make matters worse, both of us chickened out of the long bus journey and decided to go to my favourite city Jaipur.
I always loved the city and as my friend put it, “a city of organised chaos”. Of-course we landed in trouble the moment we reached Jaipur. All the hotels seemed to be overbooked, the roads were filled with tourists and even in that milieu you could spot the monkey cap and muffler clad bongs! They are everywhere…from the public toilets to the sophisticated restaurants, you just cannot ignore the breed. Mind you, the weather in Jaipur was extremely pleasant, but muffler and monkey cap…NO WAY. And there we were, two bongs with out bags filled with woollen clothes! If the cops stopped us and wanted to check our luggage, he would have definitely referred us to a mental asylum.
3 comments:
How come no input on the agencies? Give some gossip man, thats what this blog is all about.
Uncle Shyam! I like it, maybe your only chance to be captured in camera as a black buffoon. Btw, if all the hotels were full, did the two spend your honeymoon nights on road? What a sight!
I thought your brush with blogging was over. Good to see you back though must confess you seems to have toned down. Waiting for your next blog
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