Days 11-13: Pune
The world is in pixels. Lights that weave in and out, sourcing from the hours of sleeplessness and faltering adrenaline.
That’s poetry for “we got totally sorted, man”.
Which we did. This time around there isn’t any such need to dwell in constant inebriation. But we do our bit. That and music. All kinds. Pune isn’t any different from before.
There’s the urge to be smack in the middle of sound. Loud sound. Louder by night.
I catch my first glimpse of Here Be Monsters in a tiny room on a hill.
I get to play along side the next day. It’s good to be back.
There’s endless discussion on all things mundane and some, not. I sometimes feel like college has been left behind, for good. It’s suddenly all in the past. Not necessarily the people, but the mornings and what we look forward to.
More signals of what lies ahead.
You jump up and down, rapid, get the blood flowing, hit the ground, the last time, running. Soon.
We catch Veer. Haha. It’s unimaginably horrid. Salman Khan is an enigma and most certainly, a bit of a clown. Anil Sharma, I find, made the crapfest, Gadar too. Well, it’s been a decade, I think. He hasn’t gotten any better.
Don’t watch it. It’s a long road to nothing. But it’s worth a few laughs.
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