Well, seriously I am dreading going home. Just because of this festival named "Chhath" which is the most pompous festival in the state of Bihar.
Last time I was there, the entire family was there to greet me "Arre Vikas, itna bada ho gaya?".. As if I had an option not to grow.
And then you go to the ghaats ( lake side) where all the functions take place. There, the ladies sing some folk songs, after hearing which I believe even Bob Dylan would jump into the lake.
If u try to put an iPod in your ears, the ladies would look at you, as if u committed an act of dishonor.
Further. the girls around would try to dress at the best, putting powder(may be dermi cool) on their face, trying to look fair-skinned and ending up looking obnoxious. The worst would be relatives would try to fix you up with them.
The festival is a 3 day affair. So last tym on the second day, I acted as if I was unwell and avoided all the proceeding at the ghaat. So all the relatives are like "shahar ke bacche weak hote hain"
The only good part is that the local people would smoke high quality weed and u just pay them a little to keep all this a secret and then even all the cacophony sounds like Dylan...
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PS: This is fiction. On a contrary, I am a well-behaved Mama's boy.
"And then he changed the month card on his workstation calendar and wondered in amazement how the past 6 months zoomed by… His tenure at Bombay has been really good and yet it brought him the worst. He had lost some investments, mostly emotional and has spent most of this time, trying to keep the sanity of it all, together…"
Last time I was there, the entire family was there to greet me "Arre Vikas, itna bada ho gaya?".. As if I had an option not to grow.
And then you go to the ghaats ( lake side) where all the functions take place. There, the ladies sing some folk songs, after hearing which I believe even Bob Dylan would jump into the lake.
If u try to put an iPod in your ears, the ladies would look at you, as if u committed an act of dishonor.
Further. the girls around would try to dress at the best, putting powder(may be dermi cool) on their face, trying to look fair-skinned and ending up looking obnoxious. The worst would be relatives would try to fix you up with them.
The festival is a 3 day affair. So last tym on the second day, I acted as if I was unwell and avoided all the proceeding at the ghaat. So all the relatives are like "shahar ke bacche weak hote hain"
The only good part is that the local people would smoke high quality weed and u just pay them a little to keep all this a secret and then even all the cacophony sounds like Dylan...
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PS: This is fiction. On a contrary, I am a well-behaved Mama's boy.
"And then he changed the month card on his workstation calendar and wondered in amazement how the past 6 months zoomed by… His tenure at Bombay has been really good and yet it brought him the worst. He had lost some investments, mostly emotional and has spent most of this time, trying to keep the sanity of it all, together…"
