The lights of my room suddenly dimmed. The UPS started screaming!! The ceiling fan slowed down. Samajh gaya beta... voltage low!! But then yaake??
I had to resentfully resort to the emergency light to continue with the novel. And finally "Twink"... voltage low se voltage zero!! No power.
After painfully providing me light for thirty mins, the emergency light had an emergency. Time to switch over to candles!!
Wait wait... hold on!! wat's that noize outside??
Dang dadang dang dadang dadang dadang (watever tat meant)...
I came out of my house. Ganapati immersion procession. Now I realised why the power was cut. And more so, only for few of our houses lining the main road. One. They had to extract/divert power from somewhere for their stereos and flash lights. Two. They had to be safe with the huge Ganapati statues on roads.. electric wires should not carry electricity when Ganapati is tall enough to touch them. Makes sense.
But what follows really makes NO damn sense. When u go closer to the thing, u choke. U choke for two reasons. One. Strong smell of agarbathhis. Two. Little less strong smell of booze.
Disgusting isn't it. Really is!! U call this religious fervour!! Holy shit!!
These people, paid to beat drums and bongos and congos, were drumming, no doubt. But they were OUT! TIGHT! I saw them in true spirits man!! TRUE SPIRITS!! Pun Intended.
There were people swinging like michael jackson, Head banging like Papa Roach, Screaming like James Hetfield, in perfect rythm with beats. It was amazing. Mind Blowing. U couldn't help feel an euphoria within u. A joy of being Indian. A joy of having such a vibrant culture. A joy of celebrating the occasion. Bindaas! While they were under the irresistible influence of the beat of drums and dholaks. Flipside, they were also under the unfluence of alcohol.
Oh god. Why dont u just come down and tell these people that u really don't like it that way!! Does every celebration have to end in Booze??? Do something man!! Use your trunk!! Blow them away!!
I had to resentfully resort to the emergency light to continue with the novel. And finally "Twink"... voltage low se voltage zero!! No power.
After painfully providing me light for thirty mins, the emergency light had an emergency. Time to switch over to candles!!
Wait wait... hold on!! wat's that noize outside??
Dang dadang dang dadang dadang dadang (watever tat meant)...
I came out of my house. Ganapati immersion procession. Now I realised why the power was cut. And more so, only for few of our houses lining the main road. One. They had to extract/divert power from somewhere for their stereos and flash lights. Two. They had to be safe with the huge Ganapati statues on roads.. electric wires should not carry electricity when Ganapati is tall enough to touch them. Makes sense.
But what follows really makes NO damn sense. When u go closer to the thing, u choke. U choke for two reasons. One. Strong smell of agarbathhis. Two. Little less strong smell of booze.
Disgusting isn't it. Really is!! U call this religious fervour!! Holy shit!!
These people, paid to beat drums and bongos and congos, were drumming, no doubt. But they were OUT! TIGHT! I saw them in true spirits man!! TRUE SPIRITS!! Pun Intended.
There were people swinging like michael jackson, Head banging like Papa Roach, Screaming like James Hetfield, in perfect rythm with beats. It was amazing. Mind Blowing. U couldn't help feel an euphoria within u. A joy of being Indian. A joy of having such a vibrant culture. A joy of celebrating the occasion. Bindaas! While they were under the irresistible influence of the beat of drums and dholaks. Flipside, they were also under the unfluence of alcohol.
Oh god. Why dont u just come down and tell these people that u really don't like it that way!! Does every celebration have to end in Booze??? Do something man!! Use your trunk!! Blow them away!!
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