Mehta Kya Kehta?

March Or Die

There comes a time when you’re so bored of being lazy that your lethargy shakes itself off. That time came for me yesterday and I decided I had to go for this event. In one of those rare occasions when mistakes are beneficial, I got off at Marine Lines Station instead of Churchgate. Not complaining… I enjoyed a sunny but breezy walk along Marine Drive till I saw a few clusters of people opposite Not Just Jazz By The Bay.

Take that, motherfucker!

There were martial arts experts giving free demonstrations to the public on how to kick ass by using technique instead of just strength, and Hindi rock bands playing acoustic sets, and young people holding banners and marching along Marine Drive shouting for changes to prevent the climate from getting screwed beyond repair.

Everyone loves a corpse or five.

My favourite part was a bunch of guys lying down pretending to be dead, with some smart banners on the white cloth that enshrouded their bodies. Naturally, I was excited to see people posing as corpses and clicked away frantically. People from their team adjusting the banners were blocking my view, and made me realize people have no respect for even the living dead. “Die, DIE!”, I shouted gleefully, ordering the corpses to lie back obediently for my camera. Strange, never before have I seen corpses feign surprise.

Gravity...balloon...HALPPPP!!!!

There were neat designs chalked across the wide footpath, and a yellow gas balloon nearly took me away, but luckily I was wearing a watch and even had a five rupee coin.

Plenty of banners, lots of people covering the event, street plays (heard of, didn’t see), dance troupes, music, chicks, folks wearing fancy things, everyone in a cheery mood – there are too many pics and I might add the rest on Facebook or something. Good evening, man…glad I stepped out.

For all those of you who think my contests are shit, here’s proof that a man stands by what he says. I met the sole winner of my Buzz18 contest ( Satan’s Bollywood Revelations) at the event and forced her to eat pizza and drink beer which she had rightfully won a few months back. When she was ready to throw up, I let her go, feeling fully satisfied at having kept my promise. Of course, I drank the beer she didn’t finish. So the next time you think my contests are bullcrap, you can ask Miss Poonam Kumar who dragged her by the hair to The Pizzeria. It’s true, I like plying people with food and drink, especially if I think they deserve it. If you participate in my contests and win, I will chase you with a pitcher of chilled brew and pork toppings. Haq se, boss.

YEAH, RIGHT!!!