Hippy Bogus - ness

Love the rains. Especially when I'm home, dry, and the electricity is working fine (It's Pune. "Information Technology" city of the future, but electricity, water and roads are still an issue).

Been reading "Maximum City" with the rain gods playing a rock concert of their own. And my throat and nose singing in seconds.

It's amazing how just when you think that more mucus cannot be produced from where ever it really lives, more of the sticky crap gets produced automatically . I went through 2 decent sized tissue rolls in one day. Then I got smart and used the old xeroxed prescription that the good pune doctor had given me the last time I was a sick cow. I had uncharacteristically xeroxed that prescription, and meticulously put it by in a corner of my wallet. I pay attention to only the most important details.

And I went out and bought medicines (with xeroxed precription) like they were fruits. No questions asked. And I even got a receipt.

Coming back to the book, another facinating one in a long line of books to come, which immoralize the city I've lived in for 22 years (and the beatuy of books like Shantaram and Maximum city is that they paint the city in the dark brown shitty shades and smells that so characterize the city, while unearthing the spirit of the people who live with those smells!)

Enough of the talk. Try and enjoy the pictures.