The Weekend

Didn’t sleep whole friday night, reach a friend’s place and smoked up till 2 PM. Then left for mountains. Reached around midnight and since had no ID on me, had to go hopping the hotels until one found me innocent enough. The hotel room was good. Rolled few fairies there and smoked ‘em up. History Channel was airing how sex changed the world series. Also, watched a BBC World documentary on Tea. Then there was this Leonardo movie in which he lives on a paradise kinda land and the female boss, the rules maker fucks him like a bitch. Then I passed out. I woke up around 7 and called up room service to get something to eat. Then I went to river Ganga, Rishikesh, around 8.30 AM and mahn… the water was so cold! I just was numb and only thing I could think about was more water. It was like once the water made me numb, I needed to keep numb… as it was quite windy around. After that when I came out and dried myself and draped in a cloth, I found that my body was radiating much more heat than it usually does when I am inside a blanket. It was lovely! Then I came to Mussoorie and it was such lovely day! I had lovely coffee, sketch Audrey and had shrimp in Malaysian noodles. Then I took up window room and smoked up a couple of fairies more. I watched TV for a while, studied a bit, thought about girls and finally passed out. 

I then woke up around 11 in night and smoked up again. My room-service got me something to it. It was such a close call as everyone was just about to go to bed. Then I had something, smoked up, watched the movie shooter. Then I just stared outside the window and the mountain edge sparkling with streetlights on empty streets. It was lovely.

Lately, I had been reading the book The Great Arc about the survey of India done by William Lambton and Colonel Everest. In Mussoorie, there is a Survey of India office. It was so cozily placed in the mellow beautiful spot. It had The Great Arc house, the officers’ guest house. Then I saw some adolescent guys trying to set up one of their friends with a local girl. A local guy told me that there had been snowfall in nearby town and that I should go see it. I had taken a cold water bath in the morning again and I was so tempted to go. But, instead, I came back to Delhi, to the office. I had to take espresso shots though to stay up. 

It was a very very beautiful outing. I understood how I no longer fear the chill, nor do I confuse wish to feel free with the fact of being free. I was completely consumed by antique shops and I loved the old old books!

Books Are the Answer!

I often feel that we’re swiftly going into times which are more impatient every moment. And nothing is being the obvious reason ’cause everything seems to be focusing on the present issue–more production, more people, more efficiency, more frustration, more drugs[metaphorically too]. … it’s like we’re being fueled by all the dark matter we’ve been trying to understand.

So, I was high[still quite am] and had had a coffee too. And I wanted to lookup some word’s meaning and was just going to look up dictionary sites when it occurred to me that I have Webster’s Collegiate hard copy–an actual book, not on kindle or my desktop or my tab, but an actual, substantial, alive book. And with the book in my hand, turning through its pages and searching for the word without using ctrl + F… it was… so much like reliving a photograph from long gone times… it was a fun game with books, stories[although I have read terribly less]… library in the school, sometimes in college too.

… I must get membership to a Library!

Books are the answer to finding a moment out of and away from this ambient impatience!   

Normal Frustration and Blood Pressure

How cool it would be if they invent a blood test or else to let one know how frustrated he is! For that they’ll come up with something called ‘medically normal level’ of frustration. I think that it will be quite a revelation when a pathology report would say that you’re too frustrated to be on the road! And then will begin the hunt for the reason for it. Cure? The same–yoga, exercise, go running, spinning, listen to good music and read good books.

… well, frustration is useless ’cause it provides with neither insight nor solution or clearer vision. But it is fundamental reason of desperation and myriad psychological issues.