Falgun 18, 2131 (2nd of March 2075)
"O,
daai. Watch this"
Sissy shows a vid to Anatoli and Lucky (who's not yet been robbed of his bike). "Shall we?"
Sissy's one of the oldest
bhai. The troll's sixteen but already the size of a truck. He's got cheap but very nasty looking tattoes all over his body, a big wooden club with razor-sharp nails and glass splinters hung on his side and a big chain slung around his massive breast. Sissy is a threatening view - and that's what's it all about, too. He got his name for a reason: he's peaceful and pacifistic from the bottom of his heart, and while he knows how to hit (and how to hit hard), he resents to do so. He just hopes to scare people off before they get bad ideas.
As Sissy's big thumb-like sausage finger touches the troll-size commlink, the clip goes on. You can see a big, grey troll with a big belly and a toothy grin. He's wearing a fine (if quite old) red shirt and jeans torn by his dermal deformations. His right eye is a big trendy red gleaming cyber-eye and he’s got a big golden chain ‘round his neck. It's Big Baba Bishnu, the Beast of Budhanilkanta.
"Namaste, namaste, everyone", his booming voice roars into your faces.
"Brothers and sisters! You is sick of a boring
Holi festival? Us turns Budhanilkanta into da biggest, meanest, wettest, colorfullest, loudest,
hottest, thrillingest, god-forsaken best Holi you've EVER played!Cum, li'l unz, follow Big Baba!"
He ushers the cameraman to follow him to the ruins of the former Budhanilkanta temple. "On Holi, we turn dis into da biggest party o' da whole Kathmandu valley! If Lord Vishnu wuz still sleeping, we wake 'im up on Holi, brothers and sisters!"
In the right upper corner you can see video streams from last year's party: loud troll-guitar musik and rhino-sized drum kits, loads of beer and marihuana turned the former temple into a glimpse of apocalypse: half-naked girls and men dancing frantically in the dying dusk light. Everything is full of colors: the guitarist painted a skull on his face, a dancing
apsarase has hand-shaped red marks on her body (pretty much everwhere, and it's not her hands' size!), and bombs of colors are exploding in the air. It looks like the most fun end of the world you could think of.
"There ain't no con-troll fee on Holi if you move your ass out after da party, and the entrance is 300 rupees only. Whazza think, huh? Do we sit at home?
God-damn NO! Do we party in some boring off-the-shelf club?
God-damn NO! Do we turn dad temple into HELL?
God-damn YES WE DO!"
The clip ends, and Sissy grins expectantly.