Kiss cheez ka kitna excitement reh sakta hai. Everything fades away. This is the philosophy that’s made fridge magnets a multi billion dollar industry. Fridges too. Even though our fridge doors are full up from top to bottom, ever so frequently and old and weak one falls and decapitates or typos itself into oblivion, aka trash can. Though some beheaded ones still adorn the doors, albeit some use is served. Like being half a bottle opener, or holding up the maid’s instructions for just too many years. There are some bare magnets also, like the science experiments kind, forever separated from their vain half, holding on to utilitarian needs now. Which is the reverse of how most things, people go.
A medusa, the vitruvian man and a pop art berlin fridge magnet stands testament to the above sentiment. This is a travelogue of sorts, so it should be in chronology right.
Let’s see. It all began 6 months back, when the world was traveling again, and I had friends visit from Dubai and the US. You’d say Karan, ooh, how fancy, friends from baar gaav and all that. Yes. We sat in belapur gaav only to catchup, if that calms you down. We casually asked eachother if we should do the same in 6 months. But in european baar-gaav. There was near unanimous agreement between 2 out of 5 people standing listening to this. Another appeal was made to a recently married friend from Dubai. When he relayed his daring plan, ie. 2 weeks with wifey in greece, and the remaining 1 week a road trip with the boys. I should have judged from the protest heard in the background during this phone conversation with him that it was more fantasy and fiction. He eventually did neither thanks to the 4th dimension of visa appointment slots.
So the two of us, Mr.Roy from WeHo (as he tags his photos on insta now) and ma-self from NuBo would be doing this potentially legendary trip. The start and endpoint would be Amsterdam, a place we were both familiar with, and also with his brother residing there, would provide the apt home feels that your base needs.
“Things that you mock, will slowly overtake you”
Which song this belongs to, fails me right now. I mocked my friend traveling around with a neck pillow strapped. Then i reached my first strop at Abu Dhabhi. WIth a 5 hour layover at night. I was so tired and jealous of this neck pillow public. I didnt even have a sweat shirt to double up as a pillow. I nearly stole one off someone’s neck. Nearly. It was just walks up and down the long corridors, sprinkled with water fountains and pee breaks.
Once all aboard this final leg of the flight, I was asleep even before the flight took off. Once my own snores had awakened me to semi-consciousness, I tried to mix up my movie choices, watching an italian roadtrip movie that could so easily have been made anywhere, with any cast, and would still have been average. There was no climax or fight or resolution. Just an Oh shit. Itna to hum bhi bana sakte hain.
In Amsterdam, as reeti rivaaz goes, first, the Manekin Fries were picked up. Then a dark Grolsch, on tap. Met Karunika, an old friend residing in Leiden.
What happened next is similar to how a good glass of chass is made. Stir up some shit. Coming soon.
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