VIT is a bhillage. One theatre with fans and wooden benches. One food court with Darling Special Chopsuey. Over sweetened coffee. Manicured greens. And hybrid species. Life sources are therefore restricted to what is quite adorably called a laptop. Neighbours become your besht friends. Just for the few seconds it takes to transfer a movie into your pen drive. You discuss the story of your life, alleviate the awkward tensions, speak in a common language just to find that special connection that will ensure your survival after in-time hours. You find an angel to provide you external speakers. Promise her things. Then you find a room. A room with a view. Enough pillows and a blanket. that just happens to be 711. The Room of Plenty. Of Dosas and Sambar Maggi. Of packed food and 4 am snacks. And then 6 people huddle together. The Laptop saves us all.
We enthrall ourselves with stories of men-in-movies-that-you-want-but-cant-have.
Women-we-want-to-be-but-cant-be.
And endings-that-end-just-the-way-it-was-meant-to-be.
They keep us happy. In this castle of corners, of rounded spires, of spirits of the dark, of cobwebs and cupboards. Of life in portions of electric kettles waiting to boil. Of in-times of shame and random messaging.
We're watching Shutter for a change tomorrow. I don't think anyone is going to pee alone.
2 comments:
beautiful.
this blog is, by far, turning out to be something like a travelogue. very durrellish :)
go, di.
Thank you!?!
On the other hand 24th is nearly here.
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