HOT PANTS IN THE DESERT....

As January threatens to turn into February, and the hour for my departure to the godforsaken city draws closer, I am reminded about the last time I was there, about that eventful October night, when I did the only thing with an iota of productivity during my entire stay, which interspersed the banality of my suffering with some semblance of excitement; albeit for brief spurts at a time, my talents in the sphere I had embarked upon not being exceptional. No, I didn’t lose my virginity, I did something far less stimulating in its dimensions. In a city which seemed to be suffering from a perpetual hangover, it came as a welcome relief. This is of course, if I were to discount trying my hand out at cooking, and in the process putting the lives of many a loved ones at peril. Talking about hangovers, getting one in the city, which I shall not name for I do not wish to arouse regional jingoism (pride?), is an expensive proposition, alcohol prices being one of the highest in India, a bottle of Royal Stag costing as much as a BP would in cal!!. Such inhumanity and iniquity to be exerted by a state on its people is unprecedented in contemporary times, for analogies sake if we were to delve back a bit into history, may be the German third Reich comes close. Even the bootlegged liquor my friends in Gujarat get is cheaper. And there are only so many clandestine swigs you can take at your Dads bottles. So basically you get the picture, I didn’t get laid, I didn’t get drunk, and ergo I blogged.
Apart from the alcohol prices I don’t really have much against the city, if it were given another century or so it might just become habitable, the people are nice and sober, (lets give them the benefit of doubt, and assume it is by option), there aren’t really too many women you get to see on the streets, the ones you do make you wish you hadn’t, never mind the fact that if they looked at me the feeling would be mutual; but the Hot Pants being sold at a couple of the semi malls that have mushroomed across the place hints at the existence of an entire uncharted territory, which I hope to explore some day, so with that thought in mind I leave, with the same exuberance and hope with which the Spanish conquistadors’ stepped into South America looking for the elixir, I just hope my quest meets a different fate. Godspeed :).
I also hope its finally got a multiplex or atleast a decent movie hall by now, that way it would be within sniffing distance of giving Patna a complex. And I hope I do not end up blogging this time around too.