Mountain Goat Diaries

Hai! I'm Aki.
I love writing and bringing a smile on your face.
I truly believe that the world is a wonderful place with wonderful people.
My job (the non paying one) is to let people realize that.
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A cranky old auto rickshaw, not the green and yellow metered ones in Delhi. It’s the ugly cousin from across the border in Gurgaon, Haryana.
With straight rude outlines on a very awkward looking body, this three-wheeler does not bother to budge until heads and bodies are overflowing from it at all angles. Flanked by jutting knees on either side, the circus for a public transport begins its journey with countless other black and yellow look-a-likes.
They even charge for the ride, Rs.10 per head, which is a travesty if you ask me. The auto maneuvers itself across the several thousand - ridiculously high - speed breakers along the Gurgaon highway, before coming to a grinding halt at a glorious pot hole bang in the middle of a T point intersection.
The driver gets off and mutters a string of expletives. He pulls out a long rope and walks to the back of the vehicle while curious necks crane out at insane angles to stare at the him.
Why of course, he rings a coil around a wind up engine right in front of the rear left tyre. With an angry tug he yanks the cord which, not being properly attached, flys back at him; it damn near floors him to the ground.
Seated in front, I start fiddling with the goddamn buttons on the dash board of this ‘manual’ auto. I mean what the fuck are they supposed to trigger anyway. The third button I press nonchalantly let’s out an ear splitting horn. It’s so loud that I instantly start feeling like an asshole for no reason.
‘Sisterfucker!, who’s that’ cries the driver from the back. Another yank and the engine spurts back to life. All is forgotten as we start our journey again. #gurgaon #auto

A metro commuter in New Delhi intently reads a special magazine coverage on the 2014 Lok Sabha elections in India. A fading party led by a person who is clearly caught in the wrong job (to put it mildly) on one hand and an arrogant communalist who’s entire campaign might as well be based on a mindless viral couplet. The country this time around almost feels like it is ready for an informed & logical choice. The only thing letting it down seems to be what’s on offer. Responsible governments are still quite afar, hence ab ki baar (sic) modi sarkaar. #elections2014 #india #politics #delhi #democracy

Pottery displays crowding out the ramshackle homes of their sellers. While sturdy lofts of their prospective buyers stand tall in the background.
#gurgaon #pottery #india #craft #clay

At the park. Nobody has fallen down or even tripped (hilariously or otherwise); seems like the joggers are immune to my ill will.
Oh wait, my park companion for the day, Bishu Da (of the tripai bazaar fame) has just discovered the lack of friction in recently watered lawn patches. This at the end of a 5 min long ball shielding against 3 cocky kids, all below the age of 10. The kids are presently enacting a slowed down and slightly animated version of his fall.
#deerpark #kids #jogging

If my math teacher back from high school were to find out that I’m pulling the correlation & regression bullshit on a daily basis as part of my job, she would be mortified. 
She gave me a sum total of 6/100 for my final semester, after which i dropped a year & dropped math totally. 
Not that I’m good or anything. I’d still not get past double figures if I were to do that test again. 
But that’s life, I guess. It doesn’t need to make sense and add up like your math problems. 

my brain is confuse.
i feel refresh. 

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William Eggleston, from William Eggleston (Thames & Hudson, 2002)

"I am afraid that there are no more people than I can imagine who can go no further than appreciating a picture that is a rectangle with an object in the middle of it, which they can identify. They don’t care what is around the object as long as nothing interferes with the object itself, right in the centre. Even after the lessons of Winogrand and Friedlander, they don’t get it. They respect their work because they are told by respectable institutions that they are important artists, but what they really want to see is a picture with a figure or an object in the middle of it. They want something obvious. The blindness is apparent when someone lets slip the word ‘snapshot’. Ignorance can always be covered by ‘snapshot’. The word has never had any meaning. I am at war with the obvious." - William Eggleston

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