Elevator Instructions... On Dining Out

Elevator Instructions... On Dining Out

KUMARJI .. WAS ON MY MIND WHEN I CREATED THIS..
A VISIT TO INIDA.. I WOULD BE IN HEAVEN… HE WOULD SHOW ME ALL THE FINE PLACES TO DINE AS WELL AS THE SAFE…AMAZING STREET SHOPS..
KUMARJI.. THIIS ONES FOR YOU!!
OUR MUSIC KUMARJI… MY FAV SONG FOR YOU

apparently Kumarji was inspired too.. below is one of his wonderful chapters from his book… this chapter he called An old fashioned elevator and I love it!

The Riviera Hotel, Dubai, May, 1987

The motorized elevator mesh doors began to screech and clang to close automatically, one after the other.

First the one fixed to the floor level and then the one fixed to the elevator.

This contraption did not seem as dangerous to me, compared to the ones I’ve seen where you need to grab the grip with both hands, put all your might into sliding the mesh doors to close and then you can wipe all that sweat off your foreheads in the heat of summer afternoons in this desert town as well as back home in India.

But this was almost midnight, quite nippy and very pleasant as the sands in the desert tend to cool as we progress into the night.

Unmindful of waking up the entire hotel, I’d decided to ignore the staircase.

I was far too drunk and too happy to notice that there was someone else in the elevator as well until, I ‘heard’ the movement.

This seemed unusual.

But I remained, just the way I was. Facing the doors, instead of turning around to see if this was a familiar guest or someone I knew.

“Do you have a spare cigarette” I heard a male voice say, rather than ask.

I also noticed that he’d chosen to ignore adding ‘please’ at the end of his request. But his voice sounded familiarly commanding to me.

Like coming from someone I knew from the past and someone who’s used to speaking with a characteristic authority.

Without turning around, I pulled out my pack of Marlborough reds and my lighter.

Just as I was about to turnaround to hand him his desire, I felt his hand on my left shoulder and I stiffened.

I heard him laugh.

“Sonoovabitch!” he said, his laugh turning into a roar. And I turned around.

“You mothafuckah!” I replied and we both burst out laughing together.

Soon we lit up our cigarettes while letting out our unanimous billows of smoke through our grins, teeth and nostrils as we hugged each other.

“So you’re screwing Hasina these days…eh!” he informed me. Rather than asking me.

No Joseph I replied. Which also was the truth.

“It is she, and I love her” I said. Realizing this for the first time, myself…and I received all the answers that I needed from my life that night…

“Now would you like to press that button for ground floor! Or are we gonna stand here in this elevator for all night long?” I said..

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Here’s the thought: “what would it be like to enter an elevator and get all of lifes questions answered…. you know the old fashion type of elevator.. with the pull metal door that perhaps now you only find in freight elevators…

I have been and will be working on a images that I plan to use as a series for sale as art and as a book.

Elevator Instructions…Have a peek at the others..

ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… BOOK 1..How to Live
ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… How To Avoid Alienation
ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… When Dad Leaves
ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Loving Lifetimes
ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Becoming Enlightened
ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Dining Out
ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS… On Being Naked
ELEVATOR INSTRUCTIONS…On What Is Evil

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