What is homesickness? It's the feeling you get when you think you're satisfied swigging from a Jack Daniels on top of a local bus from Bombay to Pune, night-time, the whiskey burning a whole through your throat while the cold tries its best to freeze you up.
It's the feeling that life can't be better than that. It really can't, either. Three months of Chennai heat have just worn me down and out; even in bloody winter I couldn't feel any cold, and I kept thinking about what an idiot I was to give Chennai another chance.
On the plus side it does have its better side; the beaches, Pondi, and since it's such a big city, there's enough action going around. Speaking of which, that's the focus of this blog right now. Why wouldn't I write up on that? In Thyagaraja Nagar I ran into Vivek, a UP guy who could provide; Villivakkam's railway had several points, and best of all the Police didn't care two shits about anything. Hell, there were hookers right outside ACJ; fun times. It's one of the few places where I didn't need to go undercover for too long; just enough to get out and onto the roads.
But then again, this is still confidential information. There's stuff going on everywhere; all you need to do is look. And if you look, you'll find the best of times, and the worst of times; Chennai had both of those. And now, Pune beckons again. I already took my repast at dear old Bombay, now I have nights to go before I sleep.
As I kiss the last of my whiskey goodbye-
And stub away my last cigar;
Thoughts errant come and go
Into that subdued, surreal sovereign state
Of semi-bliss that is narcotic,
And to that mind of chaotic patterns
Cast a soothing ripple of anarchy;
For order imposed is order forsaken-
And in order, I hearken to learn
That life's pleasures are still to earn.
And now, I think, I've earned my last swig. Cheers!