Friday, July 6, 2007

To Monsieur El Gekko Love From India

I dont do much tweaking , one needs to practice , too much practice in the backseat of a car made , little Wendy pregnant much before time..
Dont blame me I was only driving the car..
Faces of rural India inspite of their impoverished lot are blissfully content.
Eat , work fuck your way ploughing out of season producing a Kharif crop of homegrown homespun kids..
The charpai , the hookah town gossip.
Waiting for the hot tawa made hot chappatis, the syrupy pure ghee tainted dal, the green mango tangy tamarind chutney, the sarson ka sag the stream unboiled matka cool water to drink..
This is Indian village life , no telivision, no electricity, no internet , just fresh air and man as an anchor to his pristine environment..
This is a village that I write about close to Jarwal..
The man is from Madhya Pradesh who has come to Hussain Tekri Jaorah to be one with a strange Muslim God...Without any knowledge he calls him an Avtar ..as he waits outside the Shrine of Hazrat Imam Hussain...

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