Pisstilence, filth and coronaries, 43 degC

The best way to waste time...listen to a bhojpuri learned man regale his men of lesser achievement with tales of the world....they have a fatalistic theory to everything, a karmic sentimentalism, filthy tobacco stained mouths that never tire of emitting absurd but entertaining guttural sounds of abuse and lust,an opinion even if knowledge is limited and a fervent desire to preach, to influence and change minds of the 'gandu bacchas'..to make them better sons of the world.
" Bambai naseebon wala shahar hai"......(sahi hai bade babu...sabki khul jati hai wahan jane se)

"Mayawati to pradhan mantri ki kursi ki shaan hogi"....( arre Laloo chodega tab to)
" South ke logon ne chawal khake dimaag badhaya, hamara to chana khake pichwaada badha bas"..........( Some nod, some dont)

" Ab to aise hi hoga, jisko rejarveshan hoga usiko seat milegi,chahe train ho ya kaam ya sarkaar".........( sahi hai babu......abhai Gujaron ka kaa kasoor...unko bhi milna chahiye...sabko milna chahiye)


Luckynow was tiring, uncomfortably HOT ( I mean heat, not the trial...that answer I got right)and in between providing amusing opportunities at TP as detailed above I had to encounter the uncleanliness of the people that populate Amitabh Bacchan's land...they so mess the area they sit on while traveling...if a beggar boy cleans up and asks for alms for his service they will quibble" humne thodi poocha tumko karneko";
Kids piss out of the train window to avoid the inconvenience of going to the toilet..fathers tell them to make contact with the window railings and direct the stream downwards!!........
If Ur train does not stop at the station U want to get down at....STOP TRAIN PULL CHAIN...its so easy....make Ur escape before the TC comes searching. Even cops do it. I was witness to an amusing scene of a railway cop chasing a policeman who had pulled the chain to alight at a small station where the train did not stop.

Havent quite drunk so much water so frequently and still felt so dehydrated. Maybe its the water."Pyaas bujhi nahi, lagi......paani bujhaye nahi pyaas... no bakwaas.Water tastes like a 9V battery applied to ur tongue.Sweat pours out of every pore, the dust of the ruinous roads that every truck, tempo, cycle rickshaw suffuses the air with ,sticks like a coat of Sultani mitti; and the Vaishno bhojan U ate with Ur grimy sweaty hands seems to float and tickle the fundus of the stomach and come periodically as oily belches that suffuse the air around Ur nasi with smells of the grime, paneer tadka, 9V battery water and the sublimated vaporous talk of the bade babu.

SGPGI is a mirage in the desert. Its Central Govt splurging, Gandhi family's appeasement to the peoples of the Raibarreily.Its full to airconditioned..even the loos!!It is the ultimate possible aberration in the most populous bimaar state of India....no generalists, only specialists; no direct admissions, just referals. No free treatment, all paid for...an appointment system in this land of hodgepodge disorganisation.I didnt get a chance to see and meet everyone....but twas impressive ...better than the places I have worked at till now. Of course, bricks and mortar dont make a place what it is. It is the men who run the place which constitute IT. I havent seen any of them/that. "Lets see"


Zor ki baarish dekha, Makes me wonder,
Is this what they call, Taste the thunder?