WHats UP y’all?!?
Its summer again, that heavenly time of the year. The time of the year when people shed their clothes, and their inhibitions, and walk in around in all their naked glory and splendour (and you’re going, wtf/really??). That time of the year when, ya know, you’re pretty much allowed to eat all the ice cream you can stuff in your mouth, and drink all the rooafza in the fridge. (as a meaningless side note, I’m not as big a fan of rooafza as I used to be). That magical time of the year when the sweet smell of mangoes (or durians, depending on where you live) intertwines with the pungent stench of rotting garbage to assault your already confused nose.
Yep, that time of the year when there’s no bijili, no paani, and the only people loitering around outside are half baked zombies, who will soon become fully baked zombies. Them, and school kids.
Actually, summer isn’t all that bad here. My new house is pretty neat, and (I don’t mean to brag) we have bijili and paani 24/7. I mean… how luxurious. I’m practically a king. All the bijili I could want. In DelHI! In SUMMER! Omg omg. As another side note, I’m not actually a proud member of an OBC. I asked my mom, and she says we’re not as OB as I initially thought. Dang. Guess THAT changes my stance on reservations :p . Down with reservations!! So that’s that.
The advent of summer brings with it it’s own set of ‘challenges and opportunities.’ First off, is one’s attitude towards the heat. One can either stoically withstand the heat, like a war hero (or like your granddad, who apparently walked 5 k to school in sun everyday), and be like, “bah! Who needs an a.c.?” Or one can be slightly wimpier, “ Mommy it’s soooo hot, can I get some ice cream?” To which mommy replies, “of course; you’re not used to the heat, don’t go out too much, stay indoors. Here’s your ice cream;” all while dad’s sitting in a another room without bothering to put the fan on.
All in all, its good to be home. Things change, but mom and pops are the same ol’ same ol’
Its summer again, that heavenly time of the year. The time of the year when people shed their clothes, and their inhibitions, and walk in around in all their naked glory and splendour (and you’re going, wtf/really??). That time of the year when, ya know, you’re pretty much allowed to eat all the ice cream you can stuff in your mouth, and drink all the rooafza in the fridge. (as a meaningless side note, I’m not as big a fan of rooafza as I used to be). That magical time of the year when the sweet smell of mangoes (or durians, depending on where you live) intertwines with the pungent stench of rotting garbage to assault your already confused nose.
Yep, that time of the year when there’s no bijili, no paani, and the only people loitering around outside are half baked zombies, who will soon become fully baked zombies. Them, and school kids.
Actually, summer isn’t all that bad here. My new house is pretty neat, and (I don’t mean to brag) we have bijili and paani 24/7. I mean… how luxurious. I’m practically a king. All the bijili I could want. In DelHI! In SUMMER! Omg omg. As another side note, I’m not actually a proud member of an OBC. I asked my mom, and she says we’re not as OB as I initially thought. Dang. Guess THAT changes my stance on reservations :p . Down with reservations!! So that’s that.
The advent of summer brings with it it’s own set of ‘challenges and opportunities.’ First off, is one’s attitude towards the heat. One can either stoically withstand the heat, like a war hero (or like your granddad, who apparently walked 5 k to school in sun everyday), and be like, “bah! Who needs an a.c.?” Or one can be slightly wimpier, “ Mommy it’s soooo hot, can I get some ice cream?” To which mommy replies, “of course; you’re not used to the heat, don’t go out too much, stay indoors. Here’s your ice cream;” all while dad’s sitting in a another room without bothering to put the fan on.
All in all, its good to be home. Things change, but mom and pops are the same ol’ same ol’
