Friday, July 15, 2005
Classic Guest House
The only thing classic about this hotel is its name. The streets are narrow and remind me about the of the dingy bylanes of Allahabad. The room is so small, it runs the risk of exploding if I sneeze. The cistern doesn't work, the fan has no regulator, it's noisy and there is no TV. The tap only occasionally spits water. The drainage doesn't work. It still costs me Rs275 per day. I survive on a steady supply of Dosa.
I generally dislike Wagner. However, I heard a piece by him today and it was sublime and breathtakingly beautiful.
I'm wearing a rather remarkable shirt, one that makes me feel like a clown fooling around in a graveyard. Roving eyes latch on to me and...
I just can't take it anymore. I should have moved on long back but lingered in the hopes of a miracle. It was not to be and I've fin...