Border Tales II : The (Fl)Acid Trip

Why does Joy surprise me with every sentence? How is it that he writes so well that when I think I’ve seen what he has to say, I’m taken aback the next moment? How does his friend Kabir know where to put the perfect memes?
We’re lucky to read things this good.

The Explosive |?!|

It must have been the muffled hustle of rush hour, combined with laziness-inducing grogginess, that made the half-hour or so at the Sealdah canteen (yes, ‘restaurant’ would be putting it too charitably) seem like a blur. Not that the coffee we had did us any good. ‘Dishwater!’ one of us exclaimed, while the other passionately reminisced far better brews from establishments around town.  Neither of us knew what lay beyond Hasnabad, the last – and easternmost – station on the Calcutta suburban rail network. Except, of course, Bangladesh. Given that our previous trips were mostly smooth and hassle-free, it was natural that we expected this sojourn to the border to turn out likewise.

Until reality so rudely intervened…

When travelling to spitting distance of the Bangladesh border, kerb service is not to be expected. A touch of fearless decision making, a touch of spontaneity and a BUCKETLOAD of patience is…

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#pissforequality

I wrote about people who shared their pictures in #pissforequality. When the idea for this small essay came to me, I didn’t know it was all a hoax. I do now. But in my essay, I ask, what if it wasn’t?

I’m hoping this will get a conversation started; I’d especially like to know what my anti-feminist friends think.

Macbeth Postponed

I should probably have said this a long time ago. I’ve postponed my film, Macbeth, indefinitely. The play is cursed, and so was the film. My first Banquo couldn’t make it; my second Banquo was bedridden; Macbeth himself messed up his lines because of fatigue and, as we learned soon after, kidney stones. I was also to blame, of course, for not having a better schedule and a solid script. I apologise to no one in particular.

With any luck, this year will be productive.

I got a prize at an anime meet

As the reader will note in the capitalisation in the title, I made an effort to distance my personal blog post from the slightly, slightly less subjective article I wrote. I went to my first KAC meet since 2014, which, I regret to admit, was only my first. Yes, this was my second meet, but in my defence, I usually have tests right after meets. The meet was at Sloth’s place, which is on the other side of the broad road that runs through our little township. I’ve been to his place before; he lives close by and he’s become a good friend. He has good taste in memes, I may add to his credit. His ringtone is Stray from Wolf’s Rain.

The first person I met was someone I introduced to later comers as ‘the duck post guy’. He posts panels from Donald Duck comics in the group. The second person to show up identified me as a friend of Ruru. Yet more reason, I may jocularly speculate, to cut this cancer out from my life. The reader will forgive my informality.

Well, I got a prize in the second quiz, that happened at the end of the meet. The first one was more interesting, though: sixty questions, of which the duck post guy said twenty-five were from One Piece. I was saddened, as usual, to see that I’d forgotten much of what I’d seen over the years. Not that I should feel particularly ashamed; Ruru’s friend has read all of the present length of the One Piece manga, and he couldn’t answer most of it. The admins kept saying that if Sunny senpai had been there, people who couldn’t answer their questions could never have answered his.

I think I answered a few. I also asked a few. Sloth and I had a total bro moment, complete with extended gaping and pointing, when I correctly answered who the female homunculi were in the 2003 FMA anime. I was also very pleased when he and a well-informed young lady answered  what anime was based on the Chinese text on which Dragon Ball was, before I’d finished asking: Sloth went above and beyond the call of duty by asking if I had seen Monkey Typhoon (Oh, hoho, yes).

Now, if the reader will be so kind, I wrote an essay on a little piece of art that fascinated me, and continues to please the senses when I look at it.

More Blogging

As you probably noticed, or didn’t, I’ve been anything but active. My installment of what happened in Pune seems to have been edited 23 days ago – it’s in draft form – and everything that’s happened since then hasn’t been talked about.

With any luck, I’ll write about everything.