Art
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Art
This was my pathetic attempt at being artsy-fartsy in India.I remember it was the last couple of days in the middle of the desert,and i was feeling particularly good.It mustve been that night after outfield,when i braced the cold winds and the ice-cold water in the bathrooms to take a bath.I swear,it was so cold i felt it in the bones,and i remember grabbing the water and rubbing it on my body,literally.
Anyway,that afternoon we were there to set up the live firing targets for others to shoot.Which was a good thing,because that also meant that we were out of the exercise.That's brilliant,and there i was in the shadow of a tonner,taking a break.In my ears was my iPod(The one which got stolen),and i grabbed a rock from the sands and started scribbling lyrics of songs on the mud-coated panels beneath the tonner.So here we have it,my pathetic attempt at artsy-fartsy-ness(Now you know sister,why i say im not meant for your school).
This was my pathetic attempt at being artsy-fartsy in India.I remember it was the last couple of days in the middle of the desert,and i was feeling particularly good.It mustve been that night after outfield,when i braced the cold winds and the ice-cold water in the bathrooms to take a bath.I swear,it was so cold i felt it in the bones,and i remember grabbing the water and rubbing it on my body,literally.
Anyway,that afternoon we were there to set up the live firing targets for others to shoot.Which was a good thing,because that also meant that we were out of the exercise.That's brilliant,and there i was in the shadow of a tonner,taking a break.In my ears was my iPod(The one which got stolen),and i grabbed a rock from the sands and started scribbling lyrics of songs on the mud-coated panels beneath the tonner.So here we have it,my pathetic attempt at artsy-fartsy-ness(Now you know sister,why i say im not meant for your school).
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