Into The Void

Teenage angst has paid of well, now I’m bored and old…

That’s the first line of the first track of this absolute brilliant album by Nirvana called “In Utero”. The track being “Serve the servants”.

Had a rough day yesterday. Any day that involves you having to discuss with the agents and then go to the RTO of any city has to be a rough day.

I don’t really feel like writing about the clowns that exist in the RTOs and make a living being general case parasites there. Hope AHAK or Antya take it up sometime. Just that they (the RTO characters) are misbegotten scavenging bloodsucking sons of… never mind.

Oh yeah, the day began with an argument with a rick driver (scientific name: Callous Nincompoopus). The bike’s gone to Bangalore and hence the rick involvement. I walk into the office and realize it’s traditional day and had to face a barrage from people I hardly even know as to why I’m not wearing anything traditional.
How about my ancestors being apes as a retort? (Idea courtesy Antya, who went about telling this to a nut who didn’t understand it anyways, pretty hilarious stuff, guess Antya will let you in on that some time). I’m all for traditional day and all that, just that I was too busy to notice this time around.

Anyways, had been invited by an aunt for dinner last night and reached home at say quarter to midnight. Got a call from a friend and decided I’m going to walk around a bit while chatting away. The range within elevators is pretty bad anyways. So there I was downstairs walking around and talking. Out came a moron who has a high-pitched voice that makes him sound like he’s crying every time he speaks. We’ve been in an argument before about them telling Gag to “get out” cause he was seated in the colony park. Well the argument had us getting logical, confusing them and telling them to mend their ways while addressing people in general. They had asked us to stop playing or exercising in the colony for reasons that sounded like they were jealous of the young fit crowd that seems to have turned up of late. There were four on their side in that argument against the three of us.

Anyways, High-pitched moron (HPF… replacing M with F for better effect) comes up to me whilst I was talking and goes,

HPF: Hey what’re you doing here walking around so late like some indecent blah blah.

Me: (into the phone) hey I’ll speak to you a little later, some clown wants to get chatty, this sounds interesting already… yeah will definitely tell you about the conversation heh heh, minus the profanity though. Yeah b’bye… (disconnect… at HPF) yeah you were saying?

HPF: blah blah… families stay here blah blah… (he hadn’t paused for a breather even… just went about some crap of his)

Me: Are you done yet?

HPF: huff huff yeah (to himself) phew what brilliant dialogue delivery, he’s shivering.

Me: Are you alright? You’re struggling for breath… you’re shivering. You’re all pale.

HPF: eh? Yeah I’m alright. I’m shivering? I thought you were... er… no, yeah, what? Huff… phoo phoo.

Me: Foo fighters? That David Grohl thingy? Good band…

HPF: eh? I was just breathing…

Me: heh heh yeah I know, I was just taking your case. You’re an interesting conversationalist you know…

HPF: Thank you thank you… what!!! (he’d just got his breath back)

Me: Ok now that you can speak, I missed most of that fantastic opening sermon of yours, could you repeat it? Or at least explain the gist?

HPF: (getting all red… to be fair, a fine effort had gone waste, he deserved to be pissed off) You’re not supposed to walk about here, society rules.

Me: Cool, I won’t walk, now go get your bike or car or whatever, and drop me to the elevator.

HPF: Acting smart!! I meant you can’t walk about, you can obviously walk to the elevator…

Me: And how would you make out the difference? And why shouldn’t I walk about anyways?

HPF: We have formed a society association and have framed some rules. One of them is tenants cannot walk about.

Me: Jeez man what a tragedy. Could I take a look at the legal paper, which carries such rules or something? Not that I don’t trust you or something, just that you look damn cool with a paper in your hand.

HPF: I do, don’t I? (blush)

Me: yeah… The paper?
HPF: err… it’s in the court… formalities…

Me: I’ll be standing right here, I won’t walk a yard, I swear… please go to the court or wherever and get it…

HPF: WHAT!!! This is not a joke, you’re in a society man…

Me: Well, so are you, it’s time you people realize that a society is a place to live in… and there are going to be others living here as well, not just yourselves. The next time you go in for one of your discussions, just keep in mind that you can frame society norms which help toward a better social life… Don’t go about framing rules you fascist pigs want to enforce on the others who somehow seem to find peace of mind in the same place. Get the definition of society right first, and stop cribbing about every thing, will you?

HPF: gulp… see, you guys may be decent, but look at those two girls walk around… girls!! At this time of the night.

He didn’t notice that I’d called him a fascist pig. It’s one of the advantages of speaking in long sentences.

Me: they do look cute don’t they? Heh heh. Anyways, now I’m decent and they’re not… and that because they walk around INSIDE the colony or society or whatever…

HPF: But how can girls walk around here at this time?

Me: (to myself) with people like you around, yeah it’s a valid point (aloud) Sir, honest opinion, please don’t make the rules too strict, cause the stricter you make them, the harder it will be to enforce them, and there’ll be many people breaking the rules. Like I said, people LIVE here.

HPF: (to himself) thinks he knows everything, what a brat (aloud) yeah I’ll keep that in mind.

Me: (to myself) insecure morons (aloud) nice talking to you sir, guess it’s getting late, you better head back home, I got a call to complete, and will do some walking about here and in the park with you permission.

HPF: Whatever, just don’t stay too long, the others might not like it.

Now why bring in the others when he’d very blatantly said he doesn’t like it a short while ago. Anyways, no point trying to understand such characters, let’s leave it at that.

Yeah, he walked back home and probably spent a sleepless night pondering on answers he could’ve come up with to my statements. I got back on the phone, the weather was delightful, walked about for an hour or so after that.

And finally:
Yeah come the weekend, I’ll be leaving town for good. Had a great time in Pune and the crowd was fantastic and all that jazz, but then really, the few people I did meet and connect with were fantastic folks. Here’s to them. Thank you all. Have a great life (convert that into plural).

Bangalore ahoy.

Will be going on a bit of a holiday and will be like out of reach of computers and all that for a while. See you all once I get back.

Adios.

- Komodo Dragon