Random Factoids (after a long time....)
1. I will wear t-shirts with a slogan inscribed on it. But this does not give you a reason to stare at the words and try to read them out with a cheeky-cum-lecherous grin on your face. If you catch me on a day when I am ill-tempered, you will be presented with a tight slap across your face. Which is what I did to a cheeky bastard today who felt it was his divine right to impudently read it aloud, while I passed by. A strong flick of the wrist, and the coward slunk away with his friend, his ego destroyed. Asshole!
2. Why do people fill up only half a cup with coffee/tea from the vending machine? It makes the base sticky and totally disgusting. Plus the plastic cups leave a stain everywhere they are placed afterward.
3. Desert Storm was one killer ride. Traversing the length and breadth of Rajasthan and Gujarat (with the areas of Bhuj and Rann of Kutch as well), we covered close to 3,000 kms in a period of six days. We saw:
- Sand dunes (lots of them), but missed out on mirages!
- Oases, those lush lands of greenery and heaven in the midst of all the parched land.
- Vast swathes of arid tracts, with only few acacia trees and thorny, stunted bushes to break the monotony of the dull, dirty, dusty brown that stretched out ahead of us.
- Numerous temples (big and small ones) located in the desert. The Rajasthanis are a religious lot.
- Camels, of all hues and sizes. Dirty brown, grey, even black (which we aptly named 'Nigger camels', pardon the derogatory name!) Small ones, big ones, baby ones, tiny ones, tawny ones, strong ones and scrawny ones.
4. I cannot stand Pepsodent toothpaste. It feels too calcium-y in my mouth. I prefer using Close-Up with its fresh, minty taste. Plus the colours are bright and cheerful - red and icy blue and lemon green. A colourful start to every day!
5. Holi is around the corner. Oh, not just around the corner, but in every open space of this huge metropolis. It is the start of water balloon fights, sprinklers filled with filthy-smelling coloured water, gulal and gujias. I used to be a Holi person once upon a time, when I was a kid. Not anymore. Staying away from home dampens all the spirit of celebrating a safe and clean festival. Especially when you are walking on the streets and are pelted with balloons. Splash! Phachak! goes the weasel! Err, the balloon, as it lands at your feet, narrowly missing your head and endowing you with a generous dash of colour on your clothes. Sometimes, you can't help but smile, if it is a kid. But if it is a Punjabi-looking, huge monster of a guy, maybe you curse him under your breath, show him a finger, dust away the humiliation, and walk on nonchalantly!
2. Why do people fill up only half a cup with coffee/tea from the vending machine? It makes the base sticky and totally disgusting. Plus the plastic cups leave a stain everywhere they are placed afterward.
3. Desert Storm was one killer ride. Traversing the length and breadth of Rajasthan and Gujarat (with the areas of Bhuj and Rann of Kutch as well), we covered close to 3,000 kms in a period of six days. We saw:
- Sand dunes (lots of them), but missed out on mirages!
- Oases, those lush lands of greenery and heaven in the midst of all the parched land.
- Vast swathes of arid tracts, with only few acacia trees and thorny, stunted bushes to break the monotony of the dull, dirty, dusty brown that stretched out ahead of us.
- Numerous temples (big and small ones) located in the desert. The Rajasthanis are a religious lot.
- Camels, of all hues and sizes. Dirty brown, grey, even black (which we aptly named 'Nigger camels', pardon the derogatory name!) Small ones, big ones, baby ones, tiny ones, tawny ones, strong ones and scrawny ones.
4. I cannot stand Pepsodent toothpaste. It feels too calcium-y in my mouth. I prefer using Close-Up with its fresh, minty taste. Plus the colours are bright and cheerful - red and icy blue and lemon green. A colourful start to every day!
5. Holi is around the corner. Oh, not just around the corner, but in every open space of this huge metropolis. It is the start of water balloon fights, sprinklers filled with filthy-smelling coloured water, gulal and gujias. I used to be a Holi person once upon a time, when I was a kid. Not anymore. Staying away from home dampens all the spirit of celebrating a safe and clean festival. Especially when you are walking on the streets and are pelted with balloons. Splash! Phachak! goes the weasel! Err, the balloon, as it lands at your feet, narrowly missing your head and endowing you with a generous dash of colour on your clothes. Sometimes, you can't help but smile, if it is a kid. But if it is a Punjabi-looking, huge monster of a guy, maybe you curse him under your breath, show him a finger, dust away the humiliation, and walk on nonchalantly!
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