Top down, rust willing. HQ arrival, stomach flipping.
Chevy ride, Cavalier 1996. Canuck tux locked down, toque looking gorgeous.
Maple offerings smuggled in the back seat. Curry crisps, beaver tails, India Pale Ale treats.
O ho! What’s that? Some sound is coming… No, it can’t be! Real MONKEYS hollering?!
Big one, red bum, jumps up in front of me. I freak, knees weak, try to smile friendly.
“You’re late!”, squeals bandar bhai, all crossly. “I’m sorry…The border…It is like that only!”
A blindfold, walking, some climbing later…My eyes open wide in a cave-like chamber.
“Hi, I’m Neha. Sweet blogstars, you rang? Porbandar thi Dubai, via Toronto here I am!”
“Why yes” A N N A says, “We have been expecting you. Meet Abhi, Ennis, Sajit, Vinod, Manish from Mumbai in the hologram tube.”
Abhi looks serene, “Blog you must. For proof of mutiny within you, take a test you must.”
Sajit puts a record on, Vinod flexes his biceps once. Ennis hands me a familiar tutu, Manish screams “Dance, Basanti, Dance!”
I can do this……
Start shuffling my feet, throwing in random claps…”Hold up, Ms. Dixit, we were kidding, you pass.”
I look up at the voice and all I see is light. “Oh elusive Fofatlal, are you always this bright?”
“I’m anonymous, remember? Hence this mining hat. Enough about me, madam, are you ready to start?”
Gulp. Take a look at the computing machine, furiously calculating sepia deviation from the mean.
Now or never… I hope Taz is still here. Some kind of record, this, three sisters in gear.
Like Amar, Akbar, Anthony with ladies in lead. Hanji, looking forward to that estrogen steez.
Everyone is all encouraging smiles. Strange secret handshakes and enthusiastic high-fives.
Here to serve, observe, take part and express. Wut it do, Mutineers, we be in business!
