Trilokda

Maggots

There are maggots in my head. And soon i'll be dead.

Nonsense

When the head is held high and the mind is without fear you can look at the sky and unravel the cosmic mysteries clouding the thoughts of the bourgeoisie or the proletariat or the capitalists or communists or socialists thereby mitigating the great divide which exists in the society and promote metaphysical theories without indulging in scientific anomalies through a little trial and error until error supercedes trial and the world undergoes a democratic manifestation of promoting equality crashing the myriad taboos whereby all the monstrosities maybe obliterated encouraging a drive for healthy and safe sex until one poor old sod sitting in his posh Nevada apartment breathes his last while listening to the songs and poetry of Jim Morrison and P.B. Shelley respectively sipping on pina colada and dreaming the great american dream in the hope of attaining nirvana and meeting buddha in his next life where he might discuss the transmigration of macavity into his wife Stella's body which has decayed over the years not because of age but beacuse of the obsessive cleanliness disorder of which she was a victim while she was still in her formative years dreaming of Che Gueverra and the bolivian diaries that she had seen in her Uncle Pedro's illustrious study amongst a pile of playboy magazines and Mad Comics which were bought from some shady auction in Convent garden when Uncle Pedro was on his sabbatical and was in a frisky mood but with a head held high and a mind without fear.

Words and Phrases...

It's quite intriguing how some people keep repeating or using a phrase or word while speaking. The usage of this phrase or word is quite involuntary though.
Shutki: 'You understand?'
Pushpi: a)...my submission to that is...
b)...it's quite esoteric
Trilok: a)...correct...
b)...jaa taa...
Amitabh aka Bhanuda: ...do a humour number....try the emotional number...let's do a drinking number...'number'...
Aditya: a)...odbhut!!!!....
b) joghanya!!!
Mahato: ..shaaaaaaaatuppppp...
Pradeep aka Dude:....dude....
Sukesh: .....yeah?...yeah?...yeah?....yeah?....
Jogu: ....banchod!!!!...
Mahendra Parab: ...listen listen...
Vijay Patil:....means uhh.....means uhh....
Kinshukda: ...(boderline nasal tone)....maney bhujlitoh...
Mr. Samajpati:....ei shhhh...maney kotha bolona....
Fr. Boris D'Santos:...don't play games with me....
Pratheeb R.: (tamil accent)...ehh madarchod...
Ashley: ...let's bajao it man...
Darpan: what are you sayiiiiiing!?
Well, this post will be updated from time to time as I come across more intriguing phrases or words.

Haircut

For a while nothing has been going right for me. Brazil lost to Holland, money is running dry and then the haircut. Yesterday was a bandh, in Mumbai. Of course it's a common phenomenon for my good old Calcuttans, but a bandh in Bombay is like growing grass in the sahara. Well, it was a good day, no office, humble drizzles, the day was progressing quite normally and I was generally giving myself a shave. Using the electric shaver Manni bought me and then the idea struck me. How about giving myself a trim. So, i started, slowly and carefully chopping little strands here and there, and then I looked in the mirror. I told myself, hey lil guy, this ain't too bad, you can carry on. So audacious as I was, encouraged with the novelty of my electric shaver which even allows you too trim your own hair, went a little further. And of course, voila, quite ingeniously I managed to shave a huge chunk of my hair leaving it practically bald (for lack of a better word). And yes, in order to cover that little patch, I did shave off my hair completely. Manni has a new name for me; Belmundu. And the rest as they say is history!

The Goddess of Chicken Pox

After the doc had confirmed that it was chicken pox all hell broke loose. I was completely panic stricken. Waking up in the middle of the night to check on the ugly lesions which kept cropping up like the spring harvest. The temperature kept rising. With a diseased soul and body, I landed myself in Kolkata in search of that long lost home comfort. And then I heard the story.

Bengalis till date (not all of them of course, but I am guessing a handful of them) still believe or are convinced that chicken pox is actually the transmigration of Goddess Shitala into a human body! (WOW! Bongs can really take their imagination to another level altogether) Hence, you are not suppose to take any medicines or conform to any scientific or medical methods of cure. No bath for a week. No non-veg. If the itching gets too bad, no anti-allergen. No one can wear red in the family. All reds will have to be done away with (you are screwed if your are a Marxist). Your medicine will be a drop of the charana-amrit of the Goddess.Interestingly, a funnily dressed religious quack will come and will do funny things to you with his magic broom or feather or whatever the fuck it is or do some voodoo shit while you lie in bed, helpless. All in all it's a 21 day cycle where you just lie around decaying and watch your family acting like 15th century weirdos.

If you are not ready for this kind of discourse and have contracted chicken pox, do listen to the doc and take the medicines. And plz take a bath everyday.

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