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Rustle and flip

Scribble and rip

Fold and save for later.

Crumple and skew

Dog-ear, too

Roll down to a taper.

Burn and tear

Is someone there‽

Yeah, but they're just paper.

Fluttering in

A gale force wind

That's howling through

Make a move.

Don't move.

Still a move,

Either way.

Loosen up.

Tighten up.

Still a screw,

Either way.

Back down.

Throw down.

Battle ground,

Either way.

Tap out.

Punch out.

Same fight,

We're in a room painted blue,

By the TV screen.

Now it's red, now it's white,

Now electric green.

Try to say something funny,

And it comes out mean,

But you get it, so you laugh,

And it's real and clean.

We're in a room painted grey,

By the TV screen.

You're my favourite show.

Roll credits.

That your jaw cocks to the right

When you're out of comebacks,

And that you rub your chin

When you've got a good one lined up?

That your words shrink in inverse

Proportion to the size of your feelings,

And that you smell the way a warm shower

After a long swim feels?

That between the broken stones of you,

And the soul sucking black mass of me,

We make some amazing fucking tarmac?

'Cause I knew that.

You know which one.

Between sending them a song, And singing them one.

Between fixing their hair, And being the reason it’s tousled.

It’s the biggest inch you’ve ever seen, This gap.

The one between wanting a hug

Get you a bestie who keeps a folder of pics of your pets.

Noise | Kalki UnBlushed | World Music Day

Brace ya'selves, this is a long-ass post. This evening, when I’m superbly delayed on my way home by 2 random girls who took advantage of an Uber driver’s reluctance to cancel a booking and took over 10 mins to get to the damn cab, I can’t help thinking about all the different types of people I’ve met via public transport. 1) The random girl on the road, who I asked for directions on my 3rd day of work, who walked me all the way to the right bus stop to get home, and then told me of all the different spots I could catch a shared auto. 2) The random men who’ve felt me up in cramped shared auto/ cabs (pre-UberPool era).

3) The (only) shared cab driver who threw one of the aforementioned​ guys out of the cab when he heard our raised voices, and then drove a solid 5 Kms out of his way to drop me at my doorstep instead of at his usual stop.

4) The random stressed guy in a shared auto who badly needed to get to the Ameerpet gurudwara and whose phone was dead, so I mapped it for him on mine and when I discovered I didn’t have small change to pay the auto as we disembarked, he walked back to me -he was halfway across the road- and paid the fare. It was like 25 bucks, but it was SUCH a nice gesture. I mean have you seen Ameerpet? I would abandon my child if they didn’t keep up with me while crossing that shit.

5) The strange man who split auto fare with me because we were both confused about bus routes and running late and he reflexively said “text when you reach” when he got off at his spot and we both laughed because we didn’t even know each others’ names and that’s the exact same line I say to my friends when I see them off.

6) The strange old lady who was standing in my blind spot and scared the living daylights out of me by suddenly grabbing my hand while crossing the Greenlands road. She was super sweet while I held her hand and we slowly crossed together, thanking me profusely and saying that people almost never help her cross the road, and that traffic terrified her. Until we made it across and I let go of her hand to wave at a male friend who was waiting there. Then she turned all Judgey McJudgerson and glared at us.

7) The impeccably dressed, talkative, middle aged lady in an UberPool, who turned out to be a professional baker. We ended up swapping phone numbers and I occasionally text her pictures of random shit that I’ve baked. She’s very sweet and encouraging even though I’m not sure she actually remembers who I am.

8) The bus conductor who was making everyone laugh, on an impossibly crowded and hot RTC bus, the other day, simply by feigning comically exaggerated pain at having to squeeze past so many people and acting like an IED had blown his leg off when someone accidentally stepped on his foot, instead of snapping at them.

9) The gigantic, scruffy looking Uber cabbie named George who, after dropping off a girl at NIFT, with no preamble, turned to me and in perfect English said, “All the girls at NIFT are so well dressed. I know it’s a design college, but still… Just so many smartly turned out people in one place…” And said absolutely nothing else other than “have a good day, Ma'am” at the end of the trip.

10) The slightly terrifying time a non-Uber/Ola shared cab dropped me home and the driver said “main cab wala nahin hoon. Merko nahin malum ye kiski gaadi hai. Bas service center se wapas leke jaarum. Raste mein sawari mila toh main bitha detun. Lolz.” [I’m not a cab driver. I don’t know whose car this is. I’m just driving it back from the service center. If I come across people looking for a cab on my way around, I take them on.] Well he didn’t SAY “LOLZ”, but his fuckin’ face did!

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FSxquE6VDiQ)

I want to die a quick, painless death to this 32 minute track.