THE GOOD
The day started of great. Was chatting with a friend till 4 am and had to be up by 5.30 to go for morning mass. [All Souls Day] So decided it didn't make sense to sleep for just an hour an half. So when the electricity went at about 5 am I wasn't really bothered. I was glad it had happened on a day when I was awake. Figured it would be back by the time I got back, just in time for me to take a nap. I enjoyed riding my bike before sunrise to the chapel. Lovely cold breeze. Saw a small crowd on the way but didn't stop cos there were cops and I don't like cops.
THE BAD
Reached the chapel and things went downhill from there. Mass was slow, then had to make polite conversation with someone I don't like and when I got home, still no electricity. My dad went to check and found that some stupid damn tourists wrapped their vehicle around the electricity pole/transformer [whatever]. The transformer actually landed on their car. [So says dad] So no electricity the full day. Maybe more. No lights, no fans, no microwave, the food in the fridge starting to complain about the heat, and worst of all... no Internet!
THE FANTASY
Having been driven out of my home by some idiotic tourists who can't control their liquor here I sit checking my mail and whining about all the work I could have done if I were home.
And as I sit here I meditate on just how vindictive I want to be. I still don't know what happened to the tourists. The saints of Goa usually protect all drunk people here. [They don't protect the innocent souls the drunk drivers run into!] The tourists are probably starting to work out how they're going to recount their adventures once they're back home. But... I can always use my imagination. Apparently the trauma caused by the passage of electric current through the body (as from contact with high voltage lines or being struck by lightning) involves burns and abnormal heart rhythm and unconsciousness. Now that's a very satisfying thought!
16 comments:
I kept you awake the whole night yesterday?
Like I said, this shit is awesome ego gratification...
LOL... no suspect u didn't keep me up all night. My mom's edict that I go for morning mass did that. I can't get up that early, prefer to stay up instead :D
Get online yaar I'm bored.
And for those worried about suspect's moral welfare... we played msn minesweeper. I won 26-16. :D
[just had to find a way of putting that in...]
i need a blogger id
@ anonymous - just go to blogger.com and join up :)
It must be love...
@ woozie - Anything but! ;>
It must be genocide?
was that mass an obligation? Coz i missed out.
Mass. Maybe not. Mass in Goa? Now you're talking! Excuse me while I think up ways to make my trip sound exciting.
Jonathan your brother, karen?
@ jonathan - no idea if it was a day of obligation or not. It doesn't make a difference in my family. If my mom says 'get ur butt to mass', arguing that it's not a day of obligation would do me absolutely no good! :D
(She says it different but that's what she means.)
@ iz - mass at 6.15 in the morning... yawn... zzzz... even in Goa :)
@ suspect - nope, not my brother. But if he's from Goa no doubt I shall eventually find out that we're cousins of some sort. :D
>The saints of Goa usually protect all drunk people here. [They don't protect the innocent souls the drunk drivers run into!]
Amen to that!
I've never gotten hurt in an accident when I was drunk. But I don't wanna count the number of times I had to go home bruised n bleeding cos sum other guy had a drop too much!
You do realise that going for mass grudgingly does not count :-P
-MP
@ john - I'm aware that you speak from experience. :D
@ MP - It counts with my mom and that's the only reason I do it!
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