Revenge of the plumbing fixtures

So,

Like many homes in Mumbai we depend on an AquaGuard for water.

So as usual, when i was filling water, a plumbing fixture came loose.

In my old apartment building, that wouldn't have been such a huge deal because i lived on the 3rd floor of a 4 storey building.

But, in my new building, where i live on the 1st floor of a 20 storey building, the pressure in the pipes is waaaaaaay more.

So, basically what flew past me wasn't a small piece of metal.

It was a small piece of metal that flew right next to my eye with the speed of a bullet

Now, i'd like to say i came to terms with my life and its frailty in that small moment.

That everything slowed down and i could see the metal-piece passing by and my whole life flashing before my eyes simultaneously.

But my only real thoughts were:

"AAARGH!!! WATER WATER!!! IT'S IN MY EYE!!! FAAAK!!!"

Hmph...

Big philosopher i am.

In the midst of the confusion and trying not to step on the shards of a glass that had just fallen down and trying to block the water with my finger, i found a rush.

You know, the kind you get in a fight, or when you drink a bottle of coke, very very fast.

That kind.

Weird?

You tell me.

Something that catches eyes and seeps in the memory

The destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah by John martin. Based on a story from the bible. The details are mind blowing and captivating. I can sit and watch this for hours if I'm given regular supplies of beer and chicken.


























Kidding. this will be on the wall of my room one day.

Never let anybody shit out in your face because poopy faces are subjected to laughter risks

Very appropriate. Took me one straight minute.



I, have now come to understand
that wearing of a mask is but
a pitiable effort at solitude-ism
so is any other possible way
of saving our liverish ass
from the allegedly perpetually bad world
because
what is a necessarily MAINTAINED fact is the
INDIVIDUALITY
everything else, everything cheesy, corny, teary
is flaky in its attempts of GROUPING,
is like mustard seeds
before your majesty's phenomenal eviscerating dexterity of
maintaining
us humans in an invisible tube
so tough, so old.
We are all but specimens
MAINTAINED
in our own cylinders.
I can love the big-headed kid next to my cylinder
but cant carry it with me to the dissection class. Not that I have one.

and the radiohead people are so right
when they chant in my head as i get distracted by the redness of my fingers today

“Everything in its right place”

primary

for long me thinks red is the color of poverty. no its not blood or those sickle political flags. its tomato. the only thing which is cheap enough that the poor buy it. and look its a fruit and is yet available in the vegetable market. but that has all changed now. blue is the color of poverty now. enter a slum. the wall. the color. you have choice between blue and white and most houses go for blue coz white is,well white. that robin blue powder is cheap. and not just that water. a rickshawman once said that water ought to be much more heavier. will fill the stomach better. can absorb bad alcohol's bitter taste. he has a blue rickshaw. and brinjals are cheap this season.so blue is this seasons color of the poor.

free

Hmph

I've seen the graffiti at Marine Lines too. But I am not going to be all praises.
Because.
I.
read.
a.
line.
saying-
" Mumbai city is now UNDEAD ".
:|
So much to signify our unbroken spirit.
I don't have a picture but if you don't trust me, go see it for yourself.

=/

Chicken curry

I smell chicken curry as I'm typing this.
I smell chicken curry and the aroma is amazing.
The cupboard door refuses to close and my table is a mess again
I can smell chicken curry against the background noise.
The bell ringing.
The fan.
My parent's screams.
The cupboard door creaking.
I smell chicken curry and the aroma is amazing.
I think I'll go eat now.

Graffiti

On a weekend morning, you get up grumbling because of leg cramps, dehydration, and fatigue, only to realize the lecture starts in precisely 2 minutes from now. You pretend to care, you get ready quickly. But instead of going to the class, you go to the station, catch a train, and travel to the last stop: Churchgate.
I did it just so that I could sleep all the way to Churchgate, have a breakfast, and sleep all the way back.

So that morning, I was Wimpy burger's first customer. I took an extra pack parcel and went to Marine Lines.

Outside Marine Lines station, I noticed graffiti.
After inquiring around a bit, I found out that after the 26/11 attacks, a graffiti drive was started where anyone could come and paint the walls allotted outside the station. It could be anything related to the city, or other national issues. I've clicked some pictures, I hope you like them.
There were many more but this is all that I have.










And now my favourites: