But what to do. The only loo they have. Happy World Toilet Day!

And you enter the loo. And it is small. And the light is dim. Most of the flow finds it way into the hole in the ground, rather than the porcelain cavity.

Why don’t you take part in Mr. Bombay body building competitions?

“Bugger, my thighs have become nice and hard. I was very thin before. But now my thighs and calves have become nice and strong and hard!”

“Then why don’t you take part in Mr. Bombay body building contest?”

“Shaaaks.”

“Bugger, go, take part, and tell that chic from Delhi and the other from Calcutta to come apply oil on you, bugger!”

“HAHAHAHAHA”

“You’ll win bugger, you’ll win! Then you can get a job in the police or as a railway ticket checker!”

“HAHAHAHAAHHA”

Check out photos from last year:

Mr. Bombay photo set 1

Mr. Bombay photo set 2

Elections

Never have I missed the opportunity to cast my vote. General Education Academy plays host on election day, be it central or state. And dry days begin a couple of days prior. Oft, I’ve run into neighbors at the polls. I met Dr. Akshay in 1999, the first time ever that I’d voted. “Hello, Geoffery, have you come to vote?”

Yesterday, I met the Gautam mother and daughter, strong supporters of the RSS. And Mr. Jay; a Congressman.

Heavy rainfall in south India. And a conversation with the tobacconist in Mumbai.

It has been raining in Mumbai since last night. And hard. I stepped out for a cigarette and tea this afternoon. And whilst I was there, I took a few photos with my mobile phone:

Seamus’s theater debut

“We had some very good rehearsals, bugger. We worked very hard. But people must have been nervous. I was.”

Seamus’ debut performance was insane. Here are a couple of photos. Can you spot him? If Seamus becomes famous, these photos might fetch plenty money. Might even be in a museum some day.

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.”

Victor Fernandes

“What about religion? Did you get into religion?”

Victor has had ups and downs. A bachelor of Science, it took him six years to wrap up the three year course at University. A troubled childhood translated into psychological turmoil during his time at University. Marijuana worsened things. Last evening, I met Victor over beers. It was probably the first time that I’d have a drink with him in his neck of the woods.

“College was fun, wasn’t it?”

Well, it wasn’t for me.

“Well, I was bored during all of it, Victor.”

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.

enough of Twitter

I think I’m done with Twitter. I don’t see the point. I love the concept, it is remarkable that it emerged well after Facebook, and still had glory days. It has taught us to keep things down to 140 characters.

Youth cultural festivals in India

Someone I know posted this today, fables about a popular youth festival in Mumbai in India. Sorry state of affairs. Somethings got to give.

FIN