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Caption: Visiting the Queen

Visiting the Queen – 7

When you are all alone in a room, you get this irresistible urge to do a little bit of everything. Sing at a pitch that breaks your voice; do push-ups and give up before a count of five; get philosophical about everything  you see including a smelly water jug; write a bunch of Haiku poems on unrequited love; starve for some time; devour  a huge bar of chocolate; devour another; drink tap water while it runs; feel your hair raise from gracing the static charge over a television screen; gaze into the mirror and select your best feature; jump…

January 22, 2012
10: 41 PM

Visiting the Queen – 6

The lobby looked neat with the reception desk in the left and a waiting area in the right. I showed the online booking slip to a receptionist, who started asking a series of questions (in fact everything except my lineage) for identification. After I filled the check-in form, she had a brief KT session with her co-worker, a man sporting a French-beard and boasting a cool accent, which he probably picked up from a Hollywood B-movie he had watched on a pirated DVD during one of those lonely night shifts. He repeated the entire line of…

Visiting the Queen – 5

The journeys uphill always remind me of ‘point-n-click’ enthusiasts, suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder. The fact that it is a genetic disorder is scary as you’d have to endure them in the travel for generations to come. Sometimes, they don’t have a point in what they do. Hence they are reduced to simply ‘click’ enthusiasts. They readily unleash their cameras once they are a good 100 feet above the ground and wait upon those scenic views to click.
During days of roll-film camera, you were a bit too tentative to click anything because you knew…

Visiting the Queen – 4

I sensed the bus sharply swerving round a petrol bunk when I woke up from my head knocking back and forth upon the glass window.  With a sweaty neck and parched lips I realized I had turned on the exhaust sometime earlier, thanks to the indisputably misdirecting arrows on the AC vent over my head. The attendant understood the restlessness of the craning heads and announced that we had reached Salem for a 30-minute halt. For the first time in my life, I had a bloodrush to instigate a mini stampede within the bus. And in no time…

Visiting the Queen – 3

Night bus journeys make me invariably sleepless. Buses never produce that lulling rhythm as do trains. And the occasional bumps royally work on your nerves, especially, when the bus is on a nonstop cruise and you have a full bladder – primed and ready to go. However, that night, I relished the challenge of staying wise. Yes, it has been scientifically proven that men make wiser decisions while their bladders are full. Of course, women don’t (as a matter of fact, never) as no theory could ever be proven right with them. The brain’s self-control mechanism provides…