Seamus and the trap

Attention: this post is a Shaaaks commemorative.

Seven and a half hours prior to commencement

Seamus stuck to his tasks. Of copywriting and theater. October would see Seamus act in a play, originally scripted in the 1950s. Oh, we’re in October. And the play is scheduled for this evening.

“16 hours it takes to make permanent dreadlocks. Now there is no time. So I’ll be getting temporary dreadlocks. With wax. I grew my hair long only because I wanted to get dreadlocks. Now though, there is no time.”

Our youth on drugs

Sometime last week, I was walking down a popular residential colony when something smelt not right. Quickly, I realised that it was the smell of marijuana fumes. Some anti-social elements, American citizens of Indian origin were puffing away on lethal drugs. All of them were down on holiday.

“NO KISSING”

It’d been raining. Since morning. I was traveling, from some fifteen kilometers to home. Along the way, whilst clogged in traffic, I found this auto rickshaw, just up ahead, a strong, but pethetic message, it spelt: NO KISSING.

FIN

Kill Kill Faster Faster

Lisa Ray has always been in the news more because of her stunning looks and less for her acting talent. While she didn’t go far as an actress in the Hindi film industry, not many know that Lisa has done several nude scenes in a raunchy British thriller, Kill Kill Faster Faster.

Mumbai Mirror, March 28, 2009

Not so good. No further comments.

“Don’t give truck drivers any more free condoms!”

“The government is planning to not give truck drivers any more free condoms!”

“Why?”

“Because, they’re using their condoms to fix flat tyres!”

“What?”

“YA they’re keeping their condoms, not using it during sex, and instead, they’re using it to fix punctured tires, they’re gluing it to the tubes of their  ruptured tyres!”

The cable operator, who’d telecast pornographic films, and the students of grade ten

Whilst the boys were, in school, in grade ten, the local cable television operator’d telecast pornographic films, at a half past midnight, on the Thursday, and the Saturday, of each week. The news spread like wild fire, through all classrooms, of grade ten.

Examinations were fast approaching, in about eight months time, and the boys’d be, for the first time, attempting, an examination, set, and marked, by the state government. Each Thursday, and Saturday, the boys’d stay up late, at night, studying, I mean, watching pornographic films, on cable television. Failure to do so, would mean, that, one couldn’t actively participate, in discussions, that’d follow before class, during the twenty minute recession, and after class, the following day, about the visual contents, of the film. No Internet, torrents, youtube etc. in those days, remember.

the Defaulter’s list

Well into the second term, but the boys’d only just started to attend lectures at college, since four days, and this, only because the Head of the Department’d given them a stern sounding whilst they were found creating a ruckus in the gym, over a game of table tennis, the boys’d been playing table tennis, as usual, instead of being in class. At the end of a lecture, just four days since the boys’d started attending, the professor announced:

“What a nightmare for us tourists!”

“Bugger, bugger, wake up! We’re at Mapusa!”

“Shaaaks, bugger! Bugger, shaaaks! Let’s go!”

“Taxi? Taxi? You want taxi?”

“Hotel booking? Baga? Anjuna? Taxi?”

“Rickshaw?”

“Taxi? You? No? You? Taxi? Baga?”

Goa Travel Report and Photos, Arambol Beach

Update on 16th Sep. 2009. It is compulsory that you leave comments.

Introduction Arambol is one of the northernmost beaches in the state of Goa, India. It is quiet, peaceful and far less busy than some of the other beaches of North Goa for example Baga, Calangute. No watersports! Clean water, I reckon this is the best beach for swimmers in all of N. Goa. There are some fantastic staying arrangements along the beach/cliffs at Arambol. This post explores them:

Photos form Goa, year end, 2008

I did Goa just twice in 2008. I’d do 5 trips, 6, maybe more prior to ‘08. In the old days, New Year’s Eve and it used to be raves that’d go full on for days together spread across hills and valley. I know that I have photographic prints of these days somewhere. If I find them, I  shall share them with you.  Pubs, music all night through the months of December, January especially. The beach. The shacks, the music at beach shacks till 4 ‘o clock in the morning. Not any more. Terrorism. Selfish, narrow minded, corrupt politicians. They’ve buggered the place.