Phado iski!
You know what they say about shit getting over, right? Yeah, it ain’t over till it’s over. Yesterday’s show was apparently just a prelude to today’s Uncut and Uncensored.
“Very funny”, I said to Subodh, who had grabbed my face from behind and rubbed his palms on my cheeks. He was jus’ playin’ and hence I flipped him the birdie and continued eating. Only yesterday had my wing totalled the corridor. Holi for me was over, I thought.
Hardly had five minutes passed since I laid eyes on some people who would otherwise have been taken for war refugees or victims of marauding Huns/carpet bombing had they not been covered with five layers of bright and gaudy colour. Hopping out of the mess and gently ambling down Malviya Boulevard I was waylaid by two fine gentlemen of my class and escorted with full honours to their wing and subjected to a rollicking acid trip minus the acid.
Holi Hai!
