The perfect hippie.

Now this is what was churned out of my think-tank early this morning. While the bai cooked dal and prathas, my brother's irritated roomie decided to ignore me by not even sparing me a glance, forget the good old good morning, I slipped out of the door, still clad in my night shorts and lit up a ...errr...okay...i did not have a joint...so I had to make do with gudang garam. And yes, one whole bar of milky bar.

Life is good. Sure is.
The flat that I stay in used to be a no-smoking zone. And then came a high tide of smoke, a rebellion in disguise, and swept everyone away with the beautiful, absolutely fantastic smell of weed. So now it is a partly no-smoking zone and mostly a yes...yes...yes!....smoke-up zone.

I had an off for five days straight, back to back, which made me feel like going up to the shoot scheduler and giving him a happy blowjob...well okay...not as much..maybe just a warm hug and an eyes brimming with tears appreciative look, which I completely forgot once I realized I had three whole packets of Sakinaka Machhi baazar stuff stashed away somewhere in my whirlpool of crooked clothes. Not only that, I also completely forgot I had promised my mother, and other assorted people who care about me having a complete no- cheap thrills safe and secure little life that I am never ever going to smoke grass.
Happens.
Like it happened to Kumar on his way to White Castles.

So I smoked up and finished up all the stuff in three days flat. And whats more, there was more. Suddenly there were more people around with better stuff and better rolling abilities. The remaining two days, I got high and drunk like as if there is nothing better to do. Then I met this guy and did some bizarre stuff like standing straight under a tree and a torrential Bombay monsoon at its best downpour at four in the morning for almost two whole hours with the Bandra sea glistening angrily with moonlight and the street lights shining bright orange in glory and not a soul in sight, only some jazzy cars passing by, celebrating the slippery roads with great zest.

Today I shall and I MUST get my hair cut.