My Mommy Sweetest!!

Hmmm.. writing this one with a very heavy heart. Am missing my mom terribly and since I know that most of you who’d be reading this blog are living in with parents. Give them all the respect you can. It’s like I can feel how my mom has seen me growing. When I see myself through her eyes.. I know I have disappointed her a lot, but she never complained.

She is my hero in life. When I was down in my life few months back she gave me all the mental support. I could not imagine living with someone’s love for a day and it’s been 11 years now that she’s been surviving alone, without my dad. Never did a moment go by when all of us were together and not laughing and smiling or eating or shopping or travelling. My mom never let me realise the emptiness I’d feel in my life, once my dad left.

Mom you’ve suffered a lot, but damnnn you are so strong. I am still learning a lot from you. The comfort you provide me over phone. Telling me tales of bhopal. Your Tupper-ware kitty parties.. updates of how and what Lakshya has been upto. The way you take care of my elder brother and sister.. The way you look at me when I call you by your name ‘Rashmi!!’ (mix of anger and smile)..

The time I spent with my mom in Ahmedabad, once my Bro and sis left for Bhopal was so funny… She’s one of the most wittiest person around.. her one-liners are just too good.. She is a great scientist, but only in the kitchen.. man the yummy dishes she’d invent with the left-overs or anything.. she’s innocent beyond control.. little little things give her that cultural shock (Her jaw dropped when I told her that I like some girl).. She was still the perfect mother for most of the kids in my building. If anyone kid bashed up by his/her parent, Mom and I used to become the rehabilitation center for them…

She’s everything I want to be. She has the kindest of heart that I know. Loving each and everyone around our lives. He he… it was such a funny feeling when she’d come to me with all the problems and whatever the Pados ki auntyan are saying.. discussing what Tulsi would do next or how Parvati should tackle the situation.. It seemed that she used to look up at me as some 39 year old Lady who’s interested in talking about this. But I never showed her any expression of ‘No Interest’.. why would I? it felt so good and funny after that.

Nowadays, she’s giving extra emphasis on watching commercials on the television or in Newspaper too.. then whenever she’d call me up she’d ask me .. ‘Did you like that ad’..’How would you’ve done it’.. ‘Kitna boring tha who ad’.. She’ll be a perfect replacement for my Creative Director.

One other thing about my Mom.. and this is what I got from both.. My mom and my dad.. Bhery instinctive. Bhery bhery much. I love you for that mom. Yeah there have been many times that you’ve suppressed your instincts.. but now there’s no stopping you.

Her smile is so infectious, her PJ’s, the way she looks at life.. also the way that she looks.. she looks sho sho cute.. watching her laughing in the laugh club will kick-start my day in a wonderful manner. Making coffee for her with no sugar. Aah. Everyday I think of you mom. You are my Inspiration. And yes Happy Days are here again. Love you Mom. See you soon Mom.

LOL Play

This is one of the most interesting piece of Short-Play I have ever read... it's by a friend of mine.. read it(it won't take more than 10 mins) here:

Nothing


A bare stage.

GUY 1. 'Sup dude.
GUY 2. Hey.
GUY 1. What's going on?
GUY 2. Just watching that burning house over there.
Guy1. What burning house?
GUY 2. It's offstage.
GUY 1. Oh.
GUY 2. But it's there.
GUY 1. What's the deal with it?
GUY 2. Plot device.
GUY 1. What do you mean?
GUY 2. Plot device, dude. You start the story with a guy standing in front of a burning house and go from there.
GUY 1. Oh. How's that working out?
GUY 2. I don't know. I was just standing here and then you showed up.
GUY 1. Is it like, a symbol or something?
GUY2. Probably.
GUY 1. I don't get it.
GUY 2. Yeah, neither do I.
GUY 1. No offense, but this is a pretty shitty plot device.
GUY2. Give it some time. Sit down, have a smoke.
GUY 1. I don't smoke.
GUY 2. Well this is my story and in my story you smoke.
GUY 1. I don't want to smoke.
GUY 2. Smoke the goddamn cigarette.[GUY 1 takes a cigarette from GUY 2 and takes a drag from it. He chokes and coughs.]Way to smoke.
GUY 1. I said I didn't smoke, didn't I? If the smoking is so important you should have lit one up.
GUY 2. I don't smoke.
GUY 1. Shouldn't there be firemen on that house by now?
GUY 2. We don't have any firemen.
GUY 1. Who do we have?
GUY 2. You and me, so far.[Enter LOVE INTEREST stage RIGHT.]And her now.
GUY 1. Who's that?
GUY 2. I don't know, probably the romantic interest.
GUY 1. She's not too bad.
GUY 2. She's doable.[Enter JERK stage RIGHT.]
GUY 1. Another guy? We already have two.
GUY 2. This guy's important.
GUY 1. Why's that?
GUY 2. He's the jerk boyfriend. Eventually she realizes he’s a jerk and falls in love with me, who's been by her side all along.
GUY 1. You don't even know her.
GUY 2. It's my story.[Enter RANDOM stage LEFT.]
GUY 1. Who's that?
GUY 2. I don't know. He exits stage right and we never see him again.[Exit RANDOM stage RIGHT. We never see him again.]
GUY 1. Here she comes.
GUY 2. How do I look?
GUY 1. Simian.
GUY 2. Thanks.[LOVE INTEREST sniffles.]Excuse me.LOVE INTEREST. Huh?
GUY2. Hi.
LOVE INTEREST. Hello.
GUY 2. Want to fall in love?
LOVE INTEREST. Excuse me?
GUY 2. Fall in love. With me.
LOVE INTEREST. I don't understand...
GUY 2. Your boyfriend's a jerk, so he's not an option, and you hate smokers, so that leaves out this guy here.
GUY 1. Oh, you asshole!
LOVE INTEREST. Is this a joke?
GUY 2. Nope. Don't fall in love with me straight away, though. We need to draw out the sexual tension until our eyes meet under the stars or something. Then we kiss and everybody's happy and curtains fall.
LOVE INTEREST. I don't get it.
GUY 2. That's how romances are done. [to GUY 1.] Hey, are you done with that cigarette?GUY 1. Yeah.
GUY 2. Here's another.
GUY 1. Damnit.

[JERK approaches.]
JERK. What the fucking cockshit?
LOVE INTEREST. Oh no, please, Jerry, I was just…
JERK. Fuck that goddamn, I'm fucking pissed the fuck fucking.
LOVE INTEREST. We were just talking…
JERK. Fucking football ass shit ass shit shit fuck slut.
GUY 1. I hope there aren't any kids in the audience.
GUY 2. He doesn't care; he's an asshole like that.
JERK. Fuck.
LOVE INTEREST. No, Jerry, I told you, I don't want to discuss the finer points of Marxist economic theory right now.
JERK. Cockslap bitch fuck fucking ass.
LOVE INTEREST. I'm Smithian and always will be. Your eloquent rhetoric will never change that.
JERK. Motherfucking fuckslut fuck a fuck.
LOVE INTEREST [with a sob]. Now you're just being hurtful!
JERK. Fuck!

[JERK exits stage LEFT. LOVE INTEREST cries. GUY 2 opens his arms. She flings herself violently into them, and cries on his shoulder. After a while, she stops crying and they catch each other’s eyes. They pause for a moment.]
GUY 2. Beat.
LOVE INTEREST. What?
GUY 2. In acting, this is called a beat. It's a division of the scene when two characters have made a mutual discovery. In this case, you have discovered that I am your true love and I have discovered I have a chance of scoring. And it all happened under silvery moonlight.
GUY 1. Dude, it's two in the afternoon and we're indoors.
GUY 2. My story.
LOVE INTEREST. I want to kiss you.
GUY2. Damn straight you do.[They kiss. Tenderly at first, but then they start to get a little carried away.]
GUY 1. Whoa, whoa! Keep it PG.
GUY 2. My story!
GUY 1. You know what? I'm getting sick of "your story". This is my story now. And my story has fuckin' pirates in it.[Enter PIRATE 1 stage RIGHT.]I said pirates![Enter PIRATE 2 stage RIGHT.]
2. What up?
GUY 1. Hell yeah! Do some funky pirate shit.
PIRATE1. Like what?
GUY 1. I don't know. Do a pirate dance.[The PIRATES dance.]Now this story is going places.
GUY 2. What? This is stupid. Romances don't have pirates in them.
GUY 1. This isn't a romance any more.[PIRATE 1 starts "waxing that ass."]
LOVE INTEREST. Those guys are freaking me out.
GUY 2. Yo! Hey![The PIRATES stop dancing.]You're killing the mood over here.
PIRATE 1. Just doing as we're told.
GUY 2. Get out of here.[PIRATES exit stage RIGHT, grumbling.]
GUY 1. Dude, I went along with your crappy story.
GUY2. My story is not crappy.
GUY 1. Yeah it is.
GUY 2. No you are.
GUY 1. You're just jealous because my story also has robots in it.[Enter PIRATE 1 stage RIGHT.]What? I said robots this time.
PIRATE 1. Man, I was just onstage. I didn't have time for a costume change. Pretend I'm a robot pirate.
GUY 1. That's stupid.
GUY 2. Your whole story is stupid. It's not even a story. Mine had an intricate plot, yours is just some pirates.
GUY 1. He's a robot.[PIRATE 1 starts doing the robot.]
LOVE INTEREST. Oh. My. God. Somebody please tell the dancing pirate to stop, seriously.
GUY1. He can't help it! Poppin' fresh moves flow through his veins like the mighty Ganges.[Enter PIRATE 2 stage RIGHT with rope.]
PIRATE 2. Did someone ask for a reef knot?
GUY 1. No man, a robot.
PIRATE 2. Oh.[Beat.][Exit PIRATE 2 stage RIGHT.]
GUY 2. This is ridiculous. [to PIRATE 1] Stop dancing.[PIRATE 1 stops dancing.]Exit stage right.[Exit PIRATE 1 stage RIGHT.]
GUY 1. Alright, I see how it is. Beat.
GUY 2. Beat?
GUY 1. That's right, beat. Your romantic interest just discovered your horrible secret.[LOVE INTEREST gasps.]
GUY 2. I don't have a horrible secret.
GUY 1. That's not what you told... her sister!
LOVE INTEREST. You bastard! I hate you!
GUY 1. Enter Pirate 1, stage right.

[Enter PIRATE 1 stage RIGHT.]She runs into the pirate's waiting arms.

PIRATE 1. What?[LOVE INTEREST runs into PIRATE 1’s arms.]
GUY 1. They get married and she forgets about you.
PIRATE 1. Sweet.
GUY 1. After they exit stage left.[Exit PIRATE 1 and LOVE INTEREST stage LEFT.]And they spend their days dancing the night away. You can't really tell because they're not onstage anymore, but rest assured they're dancing their hearts out. The end.

[Lights begin to dim, curtains begin to fall.]

GUY2. Hey![Lights go back up, curtains draw open.]What was that for?
GUY 1. You ended my story, so I ended yours.
GUY 2. That wasn't cool.
GUY 1. Neither was you sending my pirates away.
GUY 2. I guess.
GUY 1. I'm sorry.
GUY 2. Me too.
GUY 1 and 2. Beat.
GUY 2. I'd hug you but I'm homophobic.
GUY 1. So now what?
GUY 2. We can keep standing here by the house.
GUY 1. Let's not.
GUY 2. Okay.[They begin to exit stage RIGHT.][Enter PIRATE 2 stage RIGHT dressed as a robot.]
GUY 1. Sorry man, you're too late. We're done.
PIRATE 2. But...
GUY 2. Sorry, gotta go.[Exit GUY 1 and GUY 2 stage RIGHT.][PIRATE 2, alone onstage, looks dejectedly at the audience. He attempts a half-hearted robot for a few seconds before giving up. He sighs and glumly shuffles away stage RIGHT.]

[Curtains fall.]

Kya Baat Hai?

Don't know but it's been a long time that i am into some kind of crazy Graphic zone. Usually this kind of graphic zone would have helped me to think of some kick-lickass Ideas, but nay, this is about something else. It seems that I am transforming into one of those crazy (Ikchadhaari) Characters that you'd see in the psychedelic movies.

I mean it's like really hard to describe, but even then i'll go ahead and describe. The other day I was going back home near about 12:00 in the night. Now there is this short-cut that I take which is totally a Basti ilaka, to reach home early. Lekin there i see this kid who's trying to sleep but could not. Urban Disparity... God Damn Urban Disparity. Many a time whenever i see kids from basti near to my society of well-off people, I see clouds storming in their eyes. Patches of clouds.. grey clouds.... white clouds. They want it all to, but NO, Equality is damned in this society. Question: Is it for Better?

Yesterday was Aalekh's B'Day. He didn't wanted to treat anyone. Feck, lets see how the huck he doesn't! So Ekta and I go to his home to find him sitting in his boxers and ishwar knows how? but somehow got him convinced to give us a party.. and at dinner table he went on explain the qualification mandates to be a part of his Party.. So we've almost digested 87% of our food and in-walks or walks-in my Ex-psycho-harmful-+15kgs-GF walks in. El graphixo me starts thinking again. She's here with her Husband.. and it's happening a lot in past couple of months.. I men wherever I go she somehow bumps in.. Stopped going to Damn Express-Day for that.. but I am no Tiger after all, I think it's her territory too. So since this is happening so much nowadays.. it scare me of her 'Warnings', when i broke up with her. Question here: What will happen next? And kindly advise how do i react in this situation?

I will continue blogging my irrelevant stories of life in this blog. I know what i discuss or share here will have no major impact on me otherwise, but.. a big But, rather a big Question here: Do we all think this wierdly? Tell me.

7 o' Blog

The damn assignment just wouldn't let me sleep. So I decided i'll take a break at 7 and go out and roam around in a pretty decent Ahmedabad Morning times...

In the complete distance travelled, near about 11 kms, I didn't see anyone who wasn't thanking God for another day. And when I realised that, I thanked him too.

Ok.. so the first observation of the day, it's bloody amazing how dogs mark up their territory. More amazing is to know their hierarchy system. They have bloody Senapati and the warriors and ofcourse there's a king, who can make merry with every bitch, only because he's 0.2 kilos heavier than rest of them. And now a days they have extended their unsuccessful Car-Bike-Chasing activities till 7 in the morning. God knows what are they feeding upon. So lets give them something better to it. One Social Message delivered. he he.

Ok then.. i stopped at a kettli near Rasranjan for a Chai+Smoke. Man is AMC working hard to make the city green, but one thing I couldn't figure out that they planted the saplings of Neem trees within the distance of 3-4 feet. Did they mistook neem with some other plant, which does not grow big, or they are playing the game of probability because there are cows in abundance to chew upon the saplings.. heck in the morning many Uncles and aunty's fill upto that role when they start chewing upon small Neem Branch "Danthal". In order to cleen their messy teeth.. or to cut down the Dentist bill they tear of the small growing branches, which decreases the chance of any neem tree growing faster. So Papa-Mummy, Dada-Dadi, Mama-Mami, Chacha-Chachi and ityadi. Save Tree. Second social message conveyed.

OK then.. the third social message coming your way. So as i start sipping upon my Chai... I suddenly realise that AMC has officially installed the bench near this kettli, so that people and students can come here and sit for long hours.. smoke a lot.. chat a lot.. conspire a lot(for good things i mean).. So the S-message here again goes to all your above mentioned relatives to donate some money for the chairs in and around the city. Apparently AMC has a cell where you can donate the money and they'll put up a bench with your name written in Gujarati... hence you become a Ben or Bhai or everyone about to sit on that chair.

Finally.. i thought too many social messages in the morning.. so lets take it slow and head back home. But no no no no.... S-message no. 4 coming your way. As i take the left turn from Manav Mandir to my home. I see a white cow standing right in middle of the road, got scared (Refer to my Diu Blog Para No.6) as when you have slept for 2-3 hours you are naturally stoned and everything looks comforting. So counting my lucky stars that this cow doesn't do anything silly.. or I don't.. it was not a night time and there were no star... the ugly cow lifted it's tail and BLOB BLOB BLOB.. SHIT WAS ALL AROUND.. and some of it kissed my 10 days old bike.. Grrrrr... man if I were a T-Rex, would have chewed that cow straight away. So the S-message from here is that since you can't do anything about it, Give every cow their DAMN space.

So.. only 200 meters away from my home.. decided to take some money out of bank. SBI ATM. You've gotto swipe the card before you enter. I did that. Mother Promise i did. But nothing happened.. the buggers disowned me. 37 bucks in my pocket. Hopeful of going out with some girl in the evening. Gonna get banged in the office today. and you F^&*@*s don't let me enter. Ok i realised you've to maintain the balance of Rs. 500 and somehow i don't have that much balance. Wonder how my weekend will go. Hope they clear my Pay-Cheque in time by the evening. So there's a social message here as well S-Message No. 5- Donate Money to me.

Do U guys want me to stop... some of you do.. some of you don't. So whoever wants me to then I say 'Balls to you with capital B-A-L-L-S'.. No offense guys.. had to take out my Frustration.. I Promise.. following is my last dose for this blog.

There's a swimming pool in my society. Length 40 feet. Breadth 20 feet. it's a 15% size of what international standard swimming pools are. So you have this coach who's teaching the kids to dive in the pool... and that too Breadth wise. Damn.. when he did it.. he came out on the other side of the breadth.. why are you teaching kids all the bullshit.. it's not like a mermaid dive that you dive in and you've got fins to stay stationary at one place.. you have two bonny feets to swim in real life situation. So GO LENGTH. And tell the fat kid 'With Crack Wide Open' to lift his costume after his dive. That's the S-Message for 1500 people living in my society.

Grrrr... I am sleepless... and i think it's about time i shut this blog out. Do write your comment and post a blog on your time of the day. and Do thank God for everyday you wake up and see other people smiling. Ciao.

Narmada Jao Aandolan!!

Some poeple say it's bad to follow your instincts... I have always been a very instinctive person and i refrain from killing my instincts.. So here's a time when I did it again.

Date 13th May, Time around 6 in the evening. Bored with work again... me and sanju tired of the MICA heat. Sitting in the Complab and I murmured 'Yaar, chal Narmada mein dubki maarke aate hai' (For few Undesi friends - 'Dude, lets go and take a dip in Narmada'). and Knowing Sanju.. the dare-devil Bastardo.. i knew he'd nod his head in harmony and so he did. Budget was 600 bucks pura head.

And we were out of MICA in couple of hours... again there were few people who thought it's a crazy thing to do.. but it was a call from Narmada.. could not afford listen to those sissys and wusses.. hence, the feeling got bigger.

So we reached the Bus Station and had to board on a bus to Baroda and put up for a night with Sanju's Friend.. and then make a move to Chandod at around 7 in the morning.... Chandod is a very religous place... you get the keychains of Naked women.. people go there for Pitru-Darpan (Last Rites)... but the despopanti ruled there too...

So as soon as we landed in Chandod.. we saw lots of copyright Infringments... chips like Flays, Kaka Chips.. soft drinks like pespi, thunder and all that jazz.. the only thing original was jalebi and dhokla... So once we were refuelled we rushed to the river bank.. took our clothes off and jumped into the river... phissss... and we were cool.

In the meanwhile, I made friends with this dog who was bullied around a lot.. so he followed us everywhere and was acting as a watchdog for our belongins... here's a pic of the dog.. i named it Dogsy -

Anyways... we were done getting pampered by the cold water of Narmada by 12.. and we had almost 18 more hours to reach back to the Campus... so we thought lets push up the the World Famous Sardar Sarovar Dam... and to do that you have to cross the river.. which meant a ferry-ride.. so coooal it was.. and once we had crossed the river.. one of my most adrenaline pumping experience after the Diu-Jump happened... and it was the Taxi ride from Chandod to Rajpipla... don't remember the names of the city.. it belonged to our quest.. you just keep your mind on the overall experience..

So we board on this Mahindra Max jeep which can capacitate about 14 people.. but on this jeep there were about 24 people.. and we had to take a ride on the bonnet of the jeep.. take a look at this picture amigos... and the tipsy turns and the cool wind of the jungles of Rajpipla... average speed of 60Km/Ph.. clinging onto the glass-wiper of the jeep.. and taking videos and photos.. fuuucccck… ddaaammmmnnnn… ooohhhhh mmmyyyyy gggaawwwdddd.. it was mind-numbing..

Anyways… then we reach Rajpipla.. one of the poorest town in India… and it really showed… so we could not stay there long enough… didn’t wanted to actually.. so got onto the rickshaw and reached Sardar Sarovar Dam. In your lifetime in India.. where you don’t have Petrona’s or Empire State bldgs.. you might wonder what 110 mtrs look likes.. you feel like an ant standing in front of this huge dam…

All the time… I was conscious about the Medha Patkar’s ‘Narmada Bachao Aandolan’.. screw you medha.. when you try to improve the condition of the nation.. and give jobs to about 90000 people… I really hope one day you die of your innumerous hunger strikes… don’t give the shit to people who don’t know why’s and the whats of the reason behind this building of the dam.

Anyways.. getting back to the trip.. so we hear that there are 5 gigantic lakes and lots and lots of Crocs in the water… and well it was all true.. but we could not spot a single Croc… anyways.. this was more or less the last memorable pit stop of this journey.. as we returned home… Via Vadodra.. where I met one of the very beautiful person I know..

So again, we had lots of stories to tell to the sissy and wussy MICANs.. and show them all the pics and the crazy videos we took over there…

My Instincts do tell me a lots of things nowadays… but have to shut’em down.. reason one.. don’t have crazy MICAN dudes around.. and second… have to look forward to the career… but well I think something more exciting is about to happen.. so people.. Anyone wanna join the next adventure do lemme know.. and if anyone wanna see the crazy video then lemme know too..

And my request to all you people in and around Ahmedabad .. Go to Narmada.. and drop a buck at the donation box near Sardar Sarovar's Statue to feed Medha patkar.

Happy Trip (Pun Intended)

Alright... So it's been a year that we made the very famous trip.. and Now i have to upload this blog for certain reason which will not be told. Anyways... the date 29th of march 2005, Myself and suren sitting in the stinking room, which had taken the toll on us. Cracking the briefs was just not happening, needed a respite. Finally a bulb lit, and I spoketh 'Dude lets go to Diu.', we looked around, Sanju nodded. Hopped in Suman.

Many people wanted to board on, but we had only two 100cc bikes, so only four could go. Got the bikes repaired and we started at around 10 in the night. Distance 450kms. Bought a Road Map. Filled in the fuel and we took off.. There was no looking back... people thought we were crazy spiff on the small 100cc bikes till Diu. we knew we had to make it, we had to make people envy us, we wanted the beer, the beach, the food from the ocean...

Aah. the distance never got onto us... it felt we were getting closer to the place until the Sun came up... regretted upon the pit stops we had to make.. but well the 100cc bitches can't run that far on one go. feeling cranky in the morning... anyhow we reached Diu around 9:00 in the morning.. booked up a hotel room.. washed our face with beer..aah the feeling, the pungent smell of the Fosters and the Zingaros and the haywards.. Unforgettable... Living in Gujarat does raise your intake level of beer... Damn Gandhi.. Good Gandhi.. atleast if gandhi weren't born in Gujarat... this bike ride would have never happened..

Diu gave me the best adrenaline rush of my life.. when i decided to take a jump between this huge void between the two walls of the fort.. and the depth of the void contained.. rusted iron stuff and lots of rumble... a bit of miscalculation and i would have been haunting all the visitors of the fort.. here 's a pic .. which may not show you the risk and crazyness of the jump... as the dude who took the picture was scared to take it from the tip of the wall..

The fort, The Museum, the cathdral, the cave, the beach, the eye warming portugese girls..feeling = PRICELESS.. so we clicked over 2500 pics in next two days... gobbled up as much sea food as we can... the first pot experience in Diu. everything was so wonderful until we decided to get back to Ahmedabad..

We started around 9 in the morning.... Bad thinking... after all the beer we had... we got completely Dehydrated.. so had to take a nice long pit stop for 2 hours.. The HydroStop. The sun was melting us... Mirages happening.. and it did when one of my friend thought that there was a waterfall right in middle of the road so he sped upto it.. only to find out it was a big white cow... Nothing serious though... We got them bandaged and all and couriered them to Ahmedabad from Bhavnagar.. so now Myself and Suren had to get two bikes back to Ahmedabad... it will be fun we thought... We have the same passion in life... He's like a Brother to me... respect him a lot..

So we took off from bhavnagar by around 10 in the night.. and finally stumbled on the Ass-Grater Road... The 24kms stretch gobbled up 2 hours of our precious lives and numbed our ass.. the ditches were insanely deep... it was mayhem... the dust.. the ditches and the dust... we had to take a nice 45 mins break as soon as we crossed the A.G. road but lay our ass on the Khaat for sometimes... we started again.

Many of you don't believe in ghosts.. we didn't either.. but when we took a wrong turn from Dholka and traversed in a perpendicular route to Ahmedabad.. we journed on this spooky road... 25kms of no human sighting - 25 kms of no truck horn - 25 kms of long bushes and peepal trees - 25 kms or suppressed sound - 25 kms of Hope of staying alive. And it finished..

Finally we reached MICA near around 4 in the morning.. but the experience was wonderful. One stop at Chottas and we were sleeping like babies... and the envy started next day... after looking at all the pics... most of the people in our batch were either cursing us or something.. people termed us as Diuds or Diu Boys... aah.. we had already started to miss Beer.. If anyone wants to take a look at some more pics then lemme know. So listen to that thump of your heart which tells you to piston out to your Favorite destination.

7 Dehlidly Sins..

Ok.... So I was going through this article and it certainly raises few questions... Should Delhi be the capital city of India? Anyways the 7 deadly sins are -

1. Aggressive, lawless driving; India's road accident capital.

2. Touting, hustling culture, Grab-what-you-can-get mentality: law-breaking acceptable across classes, everything 'negotiable'.

3. Callousness towards the vulnerable: disabled visitors, elderly and poor.

4. Most unsafe city in India for women; India's Rape capital.

5. Obsession with hierarchy & status.

6. Officious, self-important political and bureaucratic class.

7. Apalling cultural and professional manner.

Many personalities have spoken about what they feel for the city, but where's the voice reaching? If any of you read this blog then do let me know, Should delhi be the capital city of India? Why 'Yes' and Why 'No'?

Miss you Papa!

Hey dad... Today's your B'day and I am missing you a lot. I do and will always remember what you used to say - 'you stop learning when you start saying "NO"'. I always remember how you used to make me smile and even at this point when i write this there's a warm smile.. all the happy moments gushing in my heart... The bribes.. the scares.. the extra money.. drives in Amby.. and eveything. Sometimes i feel that you are still around in form of Lakshya. We both have the same connection and he always looks upon me the way i used to look upon you. Don't think that i could have been creative, if not, because of the way you brought me up. I think a lot about you nowadays and well this is the point when i should stop writing.. heavy throat. Take Care DAD.

Long Live.