I'm a happy man. I don't have everything in life, I don't always get lucky. Yes bad things happen. But I'm still happy. Every night I go to bed. I sleep peaceful. It would be totally unfair if you think its got something to do with my inner peace. Bullshit! Its because of a bunch of people, who are so fucking talented that no matter how shitty a day I had, they always make me sleep happy. These people don't have a lot in common with each other, not from the same background. They are all different, amazing in their own stupid fucked up way. You know, it takes some stupid fucked ups to make what we have.
We're not a GanG. Its not a hangout. Its exactly what we call it. Its our dearly beloved KHATTI.
I don't know where the word originated, what it means. But I'm gonna tell you what it means to me. Its a Home! A second one. The best part is that, we don't need bricks and stone to make it. No Coffee houses, no tea Bars. Its everywhere. Outside of CCD, Omfed stalls, under a tree, outside our gates, at a beach, its where we make it.
About the family, well there aren't words. I tell you, we're all heavy people. Heavy Singers, Heavy Photographers, Heavy musicians, Heavy poets, Heavy soccer fans you name it. We're all Heavy. Heavy at heart, Heavy at friendship, Heavy at insulting each other, Heavy at not letting anybody sulk up around us. We laugh Heavy. We shout Heavy. We dope Heavy. Party Heavier. We refuse to belong to this mundane world. We refuse to bow down to anybody. We might stink to some people, I promise we'll keep stinking. Things go away in a jiffy, when you're not expecting it at all. I've been there, n what I learnt is this. Live every minute like somebody's gonna shoot you in the next. Not in fear, in freedom. This is exactly what we do at our KHATTI. We live. Its like a personal brand of "ART OF LIVING".
Our presence in MAIN. Our Noise is MAIN. We're all FUCKIN MAIN!!! What we say, what we do, what we believe in, what we stand for, what we live for, what we're gonna die for, what makes us who we are. Its all BLOODY MAIN. I've met some MAIN mofos here. I know for sure, some of them will be ready to lie down in traffic if I ask them to, and the best part is that, I'll never let them do it alone.
Schools run out, so do colleges. Cities fade away. Time kills it all. One thing I know time can't touch is my KHATTI. Its within us. A part of us. Every single one gives a teeny tiny part of himself to it, what they don't realise is, those teeny tiny parts make a hell of a difference in our lives. And so, they'll always be, walls will crumble, glasses will shatter, but they'll always be. I speak for myself, Friends you'll for-god-damn-ever will be a part of me.
I don't know, if its a request or order or a warning. No matter where you are in years to come, when somebody calls down for khatti, you'll have 3 options.
1. Come to khatti
2. Definitely come to Khatti
3. Eat rape.
I had what might be one of my most memorable days of my life. My bones hurt, my eyes are heavy. I'm tired as a dog, tan as a South-African and sleepy. But am not gonna hit my bed without letting you guys know, what you mean to me. You're not just friends, not just family, u r n will always be my KHATTI.
Usually pepl end things with good-byes. Not us, Ame ta maghiya randua.
We end with it a
HAAAAAAAALOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
