Ok Tata Bye Bye

Ok Tata Bye Bye
So you're shooting for a sweepstake. 50k and 15 days to burn tarmac. And you have this blog lyin fallower than an unculivated stretch of imagination.

Ummm yeah. The submit was a lark. And this is kinda penance.

Get off your lazy ass and show something! Arent you ashamed of submiting this blog for competitive eval without a single line of text. What are they goin to judge you on? Your ugly mug?

Hmmm....I didnt think that far. S'Ok, warnt shootin for the prize.

Like fucks you weren't.

*blush* Right.

So what are you goin to offer the judges who will pop over any minute now?

*sly grin* India is my motherland, and all Indians are my brothers and sisters...

Am warnin you....it might be later than you think..they might have already come and gone while you are horsin about...

Ok. Ok. Ok. Here goes nothing....
Fire up the browser. Open a blog page. Off the safety catch. Fire from the hip.

The Indian travel industry is coming into its own. With the Rise of the Middle Class (RoMiC) general money availability after seeing to RKM (Roti, Kapada aur Makan) is on the increase and what better way to burn all that excess moolah than by seeing the best of India. Lone voices in the wilderness, with comments like, "What about the worst of India? What about ...." etc are advised to stay off. This is a positivist story. We go lookin at the best places to hoof in India, mingle with nature and our architectural heritarage that is ramshacklingly maintained by that dinosaur age government department - The Architectural Society of India. Our very own good ole ASI, another bunch of bureaucratic paper pushers who according to hearsay are as corrupt as the rest of the establishment. Well, by reading the pathetic state of most of our ancient monuments, you'll find it hard to believe that corruption is not rife. Sure, we'll offer generous discounts on that flak vest "We are starved for funds", as it can be quite true. Who really cares about our ancient heritage anymore?

Professor Malgudi rounded on me furiously and in a voice dripping with acid anger said: "If they are starved for funds they should shut down public access. Grubby, dirty fingered tourists. Do you know the Taj Mahal is turning yellow?". He wailed.

"H-h-hey prof, cool it. Am just the messenger. Ok?" I said shivering, recovering from the fright of his no-blip-on-the-radar sidewinder.

The prof looked me over with contempt before fading to black.

Back to good ole happy trekking. Lights on people. Let's have the glossies. We can avoid the Narmada today. Head off into Kulu Manali. Droool. Sun kissed mountains. Cool breeze hitting your skin. The foothills of the Himalayas. The mother of mountain ranges.

So we head off to a peak...
and it all fades...
to white.

Vast silences nudging each other. The anger at corruption. The grief at the Rape of Narmada. All buried. Renewal. Refreshment.

PS:
Warning: Littering is a punishable offence. Offenders will be strung and quartered and used as fodder for the yaks.