we dance in nights we borrow

ratm's battle of los angeles album's playing on end now. i really really am delving into retrogression these days; listening to my stuff of old. when i was still that raging and choleric young secondary schooler who tuned into ratm, soundgarden, NIN, sonic youth and the rest of the syndicate. doesnt make for the best blogging music though; very jarring and grating on the ear. JUST LIKE INDIA. well i'd be honest and stick my head out on the guillotine- i didnt quite fancy it too muchos. and coupled with the fact that ive been afflicted with the Delhi belly; aka 01x major diarrhea, haha it doesnt exactly spell like the most riveting of brews that make you wanna stay. people here are really nettlesome. there are touts aplenty who dont wanna accord you ur own personal space; despite firm insistence. they incessantly hover around you like a sinister evil apparition; which leaves me feeling nothing but rancor and gall for them. the commonfolk arent the benign and urbane of breeds as well; they size you up, cant be arsed to break the most tiny of smiles, prices are bloody rigged to extract that extra dollar from us, the list goes on. well it seems ive nth but vitriol for india but haha ok la in all fairness, maybe im biased. maybe abit too tendentious. after coming from pakistan, which really tops it for me; the bar has really been set that high. ok but india has its merits la. except i cant conjure anything up now. when you're sick i suppose india's the last place you wanna be caught la. and...when stirrings of unrest and home start to surface in your innermost recesses, i suppose it hints at home. oh ya! our stomach bug was so bad we had to go see a doc. nth wrong, except that it was at the most seedy and dodgy of clinics in delhi's equivalent of khao san road in bkk, thailand. get the idea? to exacerbate or embellish that pristine picture, we had to be put on drip. yes drip, with needles. indian needles. in a street where dubious druggies are peddling marijuana in a cosmic spaced-out disposition i cant quite put in words. so yes, bragging rights we possess, but at what price haha. aids? i dont know. choy!

the taj was overrated by my lofty standards. wasnt quite 'feeling it'. i dont know, some people say you either adore or abhore india. the jury is still out, cos time is running out and home beckons. the money is also depleting. maybe its the heat? i doubt it. we woke up thrice nightly in the scathing heat of Lahore nights in Pakistan without a single gripe despite being inundated in a torrent of our own sweat. still laughed it off and went back to slp. maybe what im learnt in soci of tourism last sem is starting to make sense. a place like india is now sullied and engulfed by foreign entourage. it has to adapt. it has to change, leverage, capitalize and even exploit the foreign dollar. maybe pakistan'd be like that nxt time who knows. other stuff that i learnt in that mod also did manifest- stuff like the ludic, notions of the authentic, etc. when studying it during last sem i felt it was really subversive and the stuff i acquired has very adeptly supplanted and dislodged deep-seated sensibilities and opinions. academia is really very disturbing. right now, india for me in my head exists in a slew of fragmented morsels and smithereens. border crossing was kickass, the golden temple where we slpt for free was a ball, amritsar was a charming start, the train ride to delhi was shit, our stay in delhi was decent, taj just so-so, rajasthan didnt work out, meeting the english girls was a blast, etc. its just a very small peek at india, i should be back someday there. or maybe not. haha. some pictures to end this sojourn.

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