ब्लैक - बैंचर

Its that time of the year. The heat is making me drowsy all the time and I have to curl on the floor to cool off when I sleep. One will really surprise themselves by living off luxuries from time to time. I used to think that my life was a problematic one. But then I watched Machine Gun Preacher and realised that it was easier to have ridiculously exaggerated beliefs about your problems than to introspect! For instance, look at the people in Sudan, northern Uganda etc. They hardly have 2 square meals a day, are under continuous risk of gunfire from Konny's men and yet, they enjoy a game of football almost as much as the average Chelsea fan.

Its time to leave for Gokarna, bags packed and all... We reach the railway station and scoot about here and there, wondering where our train is halting and why isnt the announcement being made??!! Upon enquiry, it turns out that that particular train isnt gonna show up and that we have been fooled, once more, by the Indian Railways. Heads down, red-faced, we finally decide on going by bus, a full 5-hours journey through the foothills of Goa and Kanataka. Luckily, we all got seats at the back..

This post is intended to be taken in the best of spirit and humor. Those who can't do that deserve 'the finger'.. Its a beautiful day outside and we are all planning for a trip outside Goa. We all zero in on Mahabaleshwar, check the route, train and bus timings, fares, taxi availability, accommodation etc. Around 4 hours of time(Asati's time, precisely!!!) is spent in this endeavour. We all rise, thank everyone for their co-operation and take leave to our respective domains... And just when you think you got it all planned out, life craps in your face like that rascal crow flying overhead.

This content may shake the beliefs of many. Reader discretion is strongly advised. It all started with a marriage. And my life changed before I knew it.

What do Rocky Balboa, Himesh Reshammiya, Emraan Hashmi and Megamind have in common? Granted, they have had their share of mind-boggling crap, some still having it. Apart from that, what is it that they share? Its their guts. These people have balls of steel.

Its his b'day today. And since we forgot to bash him up last night because of the 3D light exhibition at B-dome, it was time to take matters seriously. After attending one lecture in which our prof bored us to hell and back, we slipped out and reached straight to the nearby eatery. Browing through all the items and still not able to find anything, Kaveri finally asked us what exactly we wanted. Our demand was quite simple and straight-forward - the most rotten piece of bakery and/or stinking item available. After all, there was gonna be a cake at midnight. Why waste our hard-earned money now!!! :P After much deliberation, she gave us a fruit pudding that tasted like sour milk. After a heavy sigh, we reached outside the class where Pathak was due (i.e. A-501).

A-mess, or as some people tauntingly call it, Gay-mess, is a temple for the starved. First of all, the dirty name might be because of the fact that one can always spot guys sitting suspiciously close to each other while dining there. M here to clarify a few things about A-mess: 1. A-mess has far better quality of food than the other mess, which stinks like anything! 2. A-mess owner neednt wear wannabe disfigured clothes at any point of the day or night. He is completely satisfied with his white shirt and grey pants. 3. A-mess gives preference to guys over girls, a phenomena that is never witnessed elsewhere, least of all, the other mess whick stinks like anything!

So I m inside the train, again, trying hard not to pass back into slumber. It gets so goddamn boring, vibrating to and fro, knowing that you may never reach your destination on time, courtesy the railways. It’s a 32-hour journey to Goa and I have already munched on all my crisps, drank most of my water and peed at least half a dozen times. There is only one person worth talking to, a kindly fellow going to Panvel, a person who has finished his masters in engineering as well as MBA. And not more than 6-7 years older than me. What a brave fellow! And I am just so tired of my bachelor’s degree that I feel more at home in the garage than the classroom.

So I am heading back to Delhi. Had an amazing stay at Simla, again. Four days of doing absolutely nothing except hogging delicious burgers, sipping coffee ground from fresh beans, avoiding baths and roaming around Mall Road with my best cousins and their family. Simla never fails to impress. The people are willing to work for you at one-fourth the wages in Delhi, that too with honesty as an add-on. Local crowd is surprisingly well-behaved, what with little girls asking for paper-bags instead of plastic, men addressing women with sincerity and always departing with deep smiles. And the hospitality, my word! Just one compliment about their cooking flips their heart and makes them endearing. They are eager to feed you till you drop from diarrhea, farting your heart away. No wonder our room used to stink every morning, the blankets even more so!

What the f**k?! I have had enough of this… :x I have repeated these lines a dozen times in my head today. It all started with waking up to an empty hostel and watching my clothes lying in a pool of mud… Apparently, a rain came to visit last night and took away my happily swinging crystal-clean laundry for a ride.. Nothing like washing washed clothes without wearing them!! :x