Thursday, July 24, 2008

packing

As Mr Jerome K Jerome said "I rather pride myself on my packing. Packing is one of those many things that I feel I know more about than any other person living. (It surprises me myself, sometimes, how many of these subjects there are.)". Packing is very interesting, specially when you have a lot of things to be packed, very less space available and you are reluctant to pack most of it. I can relate this situtation with the situation of the government run buses in kolkata. They also have the same problem. Too many people to be packed inside the bus, space is limited and the conductor and the driver being the priviledged government employee, very relucatant to give people the rare oppurtunity to travel in a government bus. Normally the easiest way of packing is pseudo packing, something like deconstruction, you pretend that you are packing, take atmost 10 minutes and leave most the things unpacked , and pretend that they dont even exist. This is the way of packing i did in paris. I left most of the things there, as it was important to make the french fries happy and to make them forget about my dirty room and anonymous stay. In Chennai packing was different, I had to pack all my dirty clothes. It is not true that normally I dont wash clothes, yes in Padova I washed twice, and let me confess that even washing can give you heavenly pleasure, specially if you wash your clothes half yearly. Chennai didn't have water. As another mahapurus Indranil Mukherjee said " Different people don't get different things, like in somalia people dont get food, in US they dont get sleep, in france they dont see human beings, in germany people dont get humor, but in CMI people are lucky. We dont get girls and water. So if we dont wash our clothes or ourselves its not a big issue, on the other hand we can use this excuse of dirtyness for our singularity." Anyway this time packing is little bit interesting, I have a bag pack , which can accomodate upto 12 kilogram of dirt, but this year I bought few winter clothes , some of them even i liked. I never liked my clothes, or others clothes, i mean i dont like to be naked, or rather this world wont like if i roam around naked. But somehow the clothes ishtyle never trilled me. But this winter I thought about buying some good winter clothes, and yes I am proud of those winter clothes. I have to take them back, but here i have to make some compromise, which one to take which one to leave. Or may be I can consider my bag as Noah's Ark, and put one piece of every species. It is believed or I believe that when Noah was packing his boat, he missed many species to pack, or he was like me a pseudo packer. So many species became extinct after that crazy monsoon. It is also belived ( or i believe) that India is the arc that Noah Build. Back to the packing again. I have decided to give my fan to the director of my residence, not because of the rumor that he is gay , but becuase he asked so many times that where I am from and then after knowing kolkata, he said the place of mother teresa. Poor guy needs a mother, meanwhile my fan will be a gift from father teresa. I wanted to leave my modern arts in the room, the next person (although he can be a phirangi) coming to my room will be really happy or atleast not sad . But i cant, There is juicer in my room, which i cant take and wont take will also be left behind and probaly become an extinct species very soon.
The most important part is packing documents, as last night I had a dream that I am back in home and I need money. I am searching for my card and then I remember that I dont have my card with me. Shit happens, but most importantly before shit there is always a long disgusting fart (like before storm there is calmness ). This is a warning sign, I love god, he is the best god, for giving me warning sign always and making my life so eventful. Last part of the packing is packing the gifts for my friends, last year I have to give 50 euro bribe in mumbai airport to clear my eight bottles of wine that i took from paris. That was the first and the last time i bribed, and i had to do it, but those for whom i took the wine, said after drinking that they dont get high. Bloody dehatis will only be satisfied by tari and ganja. This year no more illegal things, just 3 bottles of wine and thats it, no gifts for anyone else.
Its time to do nautanki again, that too a regular one, like a daily soap opera, only difference is all along the day i have to do that. Time to meet the movers, the shakers, the smokers, the meditators, the rockers, the walkers, the planners . There are diferent kinds of units to measure different things, for light sound weight height distance, sometime measurement makes the original thing look smaller sometime it makes us feel that it is huge. In our funny times human is also an unit of measurement.

Film to abhi shuru hua hai.....

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