Yo baby Yo baby Yo baby Yo!

Statutory warning: this post is a follow-up on the last post by Blatherer...if u just hated it ur in for some more...But before I begin...whats's with the rest of you? I knw ur life ain't s hep as mine/blathy's, but no post in >20 days is way too much.

Here goes nothin::

• There were 21 ppl in the trip. 21 distinct minds, plus some ppl whose asses had thier own minds. So we're talking of approx 35 distinct minds here, most ones not so clean.
• Girls gone so high that they can rattle on for 48 hrs, and abuse each other in a language that'll put sailors to shame...is not such a fun idea, not any more.
• When you stand on the edge of a cliff 2 stories high, about to leap down, you can't stop shivering. And it ain't the cold. Still you take the next step. Blame it upon a rush of blood to the head...
  
• When the holes ur meant to "make the shitty deposit" into start to overflow, it's time to leave the camp ASAP.
• When ur high...really high...singing suddenly comes to u so naturally, esp if you sing real bad. And then u keep urging/pushing/abusing the poor guitarist to match upto Hendrix and churn out tunes for you to blare on.
• Punjabi jats are slightly better than east-delhi-businessmen-ki-bigdi-aulad
• When ur in front of 10 camp-tents each lit by its own laltain, the moonlight caressing the entire beach, the bonfire heat warming you up, the river-breeze on ur face, on a picture perfect night, AND ur high...is when you realise wht being high means.
• When a pony-tailed, chinki instructor teaches you the raft-motto (incidentally the title of this post), no matter how exhausted you are after a rapid well-negotiated, you still blare your heart out with rest of the group, much to the delight of other rafters.
  

The last 48hrs have been a heady mix of anger, bliss, frustration, excitement, chaos, exhaustion, spirituality....Now I'm slowly breaking through the daylight...