A night with Maria ...

"Smoke the hookah and tell me how it feels. Open the small cloth bag called mind, pull out the hash called lust, put that in a chillum called faith and burn it with the fire called intelligence ....."

Old friends and true conversations.

apurv bhatnagar says

Talking about colors as you have just mentioned ...

I have realized what color of Bra, is a turnon for me ! ... Finally over the years i was quite confused

Its Red ! ...

Pulkit says

hahahahahahaahahahahaahahaha

Note - From where to where the conversation went .... Lol !

A night to remember ...

22nd April 2011, will be remembered being the most kickass night ever.

• Sneha , Rohit, Hardik - Gambalino 101 ke second generation. Lol !
• The weird cocktail...
• The haircut sessions and graffiti ideas. @ Hardik
• The uncensored talks.
• The Milanese way.

Will be remembered... Will be remembered....

Some Red Wine Thought Board ...

Koi bhi na Kahe, Koi bhi na Sune

Dil ki baate Jon , Dil mein hi rahe ....

Life and Matters in hand ...

For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are those 'It might have been.'

The relation and the Titles..

Some day i will leave Milano, and someday fuck i will go crazy without these guys, not to mention the fact that i do crazy with these idiots, every single time..there are these words that i have kept for them and is used every time to refer to their name, before i do forget these names eventually, i had to pin them down here.

My Bro - The mother (Maaaa, Tunna, Dewa,) for all ,- Rohit Bhoite

My Emotional advisor - (The babe, Wife, Sharma Madam, Nakchadi, Mutko, Lost) - Aditi Sharma

The Idiot fun one - (Layla, Totta, Natu, Found) - Natasha Agarwal

Day and Nights

Milan | 12.48 am | Work | Workshop | Valentines Day | A Complete Waste of Time | Aditi | Alladin Pants | Rohit | Smarty Pants | Gozde | Beautiful Eyes | Natasha | Slim-Fat Issues in Life...

A new beginning ..

She is cute, she is beautiful in her own way , and she is totally bindaas about life...

Thankyou for this .... and you are welcome ..

The Flashback !

It was a race, a race with myself, a race where the wind was talking to me as if chanting a secret mantra, It was the speed, it was the motion, it was the sound of the engine roaring to the max it could hit, it was the push of the accelerator, it was the constant uncomfortable vibrations of the seat floor, i knew it was Rachel, the one that had been there for the last 3 years, the one that i had the best memories off, the one that had been abused from every corner, the one that had not disappointed me ever, the one in the backseat night at DIAC,

It just ends there, a dead end, a place where i dont want to ponder about - Black Screen !

Blackberry hits the BBM tone ........................... It was a dream

Anti-Blogger ...

Not updated my blog in a while , reasons or things that i might be doing that has made me into a anti-blogger...

• Having a lot of fun in my super dooper life ... which in-fact unusually is going really smoothly without any obstacles as such..



• Sticking in front of the T.V and being as lazy as ever courtesy- Indian Premier League. (Delhi Daredevils + IPL = Champs)



• On a vacation , to some exotic land which has no connection to the Internet or humans ...



• Watching countless episodes of Friends , (Addiction has no cure)



• In search for financial stability , i dont really remember when was the last time i had more than 150 bucks in my wallet...



• Researching and studying countless commercial design - Offices. Innovation and creativity is no longer present in Mahe Manipal specifically in the Interior Design Dept. , it has been nicely and very conveniently transformed into something known as Jugaad... P.S -( http://www.cben.net/ )



• Finding my inner soul.



• Finding my inner soul on Facebook . Possible !



• Commenting on pictures on Facebook .. that also includes Status messages...



• Living in complete dejection when the above three have got boring .



• Completely pissed off with a lot of ******* in college , and thus not in the right state of mind to write.



• Spending time in rehabilitation .. You know



• Youtube has taken over Blogspot ...



• I spend my night's driving all over Dubai , sometimes I like to be a cab driver for my friends ...though they do not pay me...



• If nothing at all , i end up at Sneha's house every night ... after all what are friends for late night booze and 2 day old pizza .. :)



• Plain Simple Lazy !

One or two points above are true , but what is the point you are not going to believe me ... The picture below is a hint of my current life scenario ...

As i sit here..

I write this keeping in view my mental status

As i sit here, I see smoke rising over my head as if giving me an indication to something. My thoughts go to endless days of thinking mindlessly. Sometimes you just want to waste time thinking about nothing , you just wish to be alone and have your own space. You need your bubble of solitude.

As i sit here, i can see the clock ticking and think as to how fast life is passing. A moment back i was in school chasing a football and now i am staring at a design portfolio. Life lived now will be history the next second. A moment lost , a moment that cannot be revived back , a moment that is finished.

As i sit here, i think of all the dreams that i saw, all those dreams that forced me to believe that it is wiser to be awake than to dream. Dreams that saw aspirations are buried, and ambitions drowning.

As i sit here, i think that till now i have had some highs and some lows. Some were good days and some were bad days. It is a flashback of memory. A black and white photo reel that is running reminding me of each and everything. The mistakes that costed me and the risks that gifted me.

As i sit here, i hope this darkness ends, giving way to a new hope. It ends the struggle. It gives me the required strength to collide with it. A new ray .... A new beginning.

As i sit here, i hope that i am wiser today than what i was yesterday. I learn to be more forgiving. I learn to appreciate life. I can hope that i am stronger and live life today , now and this moment

Boredom

Besides the fact that the word "Sick" also rhymes with a religion that my father inherits , it also creates a havoc in my life. College holidays are on, its Feb 1st now, I have about 8 days more. I am down with Viral Fever and Cold. I cant do anything besides lie down on a bed and stare at the ceiling,
Well not to completely blame on sickness , I was anyways doing the same every single day, that's life for me. Ally aka Alisha would never be convinced over this but girl i am not really lazy. Umm yeah occasionally i might refuse to do certain things , but that doesn't really brand me Lazy eh ?..
Its been long since i was at the blogging scene , (Yes , blame on laziness and nothing more).

Sammy has also left for Singapore, believe me i have no one to really share my laziness and boredom with. (Now i realise that i really miss that blond singaporian girl. Damnn !)

Boredom sometimes challenges you , it really does and that is precisely what it has done to me this past 1 week. I have managed to watch all the seasons of F.R.I.E.N.D.S (on an average i end up watching 2 seasons every night).

Cigarettes are being consumed on a very high scale, Late night drives to Ajman and Sharjah are pretty common nowadays, sharing a smoke with Pulkit in the middle of the night (4am) is to the extent boredom has driven me.
I was so bored i decided to watch Dil Kabbadi yet again for the 3rd time, (Fuck you Ryan , it aint such a bad movie in fact its too good , its a laugh-riot )

Not that anyone would be interested but just for the record , i have left Sheesha , I haven't smoked sheesha for a month now i guess. It seems a recent survey has said that people who smoke cigarettes and sheesha together have a health span of 45 years. My future plans of retireing early, live in Las Vegas and play poker can really go down in drain. So yeah that was one of the reasons as to why i had to really leave sheesha , and probably the other being i was getting sick with the smell of it. I plan to leave ciggs pretty soon too.

My Movie Spree

Yes, I am on a movie spree.
Its 6.24 am and i have not slept till now blame it on Sleep Insanity.
I saw Slumdog Millionare and Ghajni today. None of the movies had that "feel good" factor within them. They were good movies agreed but seriously none of them i was like happy to watch. Ghajni had a pathetic ending for the first time i saw a Mallu villain in a bollywood movie, who reminded me of Thomas of all the people. When Ghajini had hit the trailer's i had started to think as to how the movie will be, This is what i had initially thought before watching the movie, Ghajini was the name of the main actress (Asin) who had commited sucide because she and Aamir Khan couldn't get married 'coz of Asin's parents after that Aamir Khan commits suicide too . Aamir Khan has a re-incarnation and decides to take revenge from the Inlaws,but has this 15 min memory which goes on and off like a old fuse of a bulb (Don't blame me, i am really jobless these days after exams, i have SERIOUSLY nothing to do) .
Slumdog Millionare consisted of this deep, harrowing, sad story for atleast 85% of the movie. A film which triumphs community over social class? I would actually recommend Slumdog Millionare over Ghajni.
My ratings are as follows
Ghajini - 7/10
Slumdog Millionare -9/10
Ghajini had somewhere in the middle got boring , Jiah Khan looked Hot throughout the movie. (Don't get your hopes high, This had nothing related to Nishabd) . She didn't have skimpy clothes on neither did she have a 60 year old guy to really have an affair with.
Besides Aamir Khan , Jiah Khan and Asin i really didn't find anyone worth in the movie, If they had included people whom the local audience could identify with ,the movie could have been better. Now i actually wonder as to why did my mom didn't like Aamir Khan in Ghajini.

Crossing One's Tea...

I dont know what you are addicted to , but off late i am addicted to Tea . It is a fact that i think i do have very few friends, and when you really need to talk to someone, i think over cigarettes and Tea is like the best thing. Sammy and Ryan would know better. Personally any kind of Tea would do for me - be it Green Tea , White Tea , Herbal Tea or my favourite Disco Chai. No you dont start dancing after having it its just a name given to a Tea by some Mallu Cafe nearby.It is funny how an Indian sitting in Dubai is writing about something that the Chinese discovered and the Japanese added flavour to. The reason being that i am so fed up of my portfolio that i am surfing endlessly on various sites on Tea out of all things possible.:S

Anyways it is believed that the Chinese discovered tea when some tea leaves accidentally fell into a pot of boiling water. Now my question is – who threw in the milk and sugar?
I am not the only one who is addicted to tea of any kind. Over the years, Indian culture & customs have been influenced by tea. Customs were influenced less by tea and more by tea smugglers, Lol.

It is said that an American improvised on tea and came up with the concept of “Iced Tea.” What beats me is that they did it in 1904 (at the 1904 World Fair St. Louis) when refrigerators were not available in a normal household. And even if refrigerators were available ….how did some random tea leaves fly into a refrigerator? Wasn’t the refrigerator door closed?
Americans live by improvising. Besides the telephone, I know of nothing that has been invented (or discovered) by the Americans. Why…they needed Christopher Colombus, an Italian sailor working for a Spanish queen, to discover their own country – the Americas!

Maybe you aren’t aware of this….in the United States of America, 90% of the tea consumed is black. And in India and Dubai 90% of the tea consumed is white (with milk that is). Ironic isn’t it - white men having black tea and black men having white tea?

According to the tea historian, whose article I have been reading for the time being , after becoming popular in China, Japan and America….tea started filtering into Europe in the 17th century. Now, my question is….if tea was all filtered…how did the Europeans ever get the tea leaves? And what a big filter it should have been. The one that I use in my house to filter tea into the tea cup has a diameter of ten centimeters.
In Europe, tea first filtered into Holland and France. In Holland it is popular to this day, but in France wine has taken over. There were a few benefits that wine offered over and above tea, and we are not talking about the alcohol content.
Some of the differences that the French saw before they shifted away from tea are:
• Wine didn’t need a heating unit

• Wine didn’t need to be filtered

• Wine didn’t need milk to be added

After such a long, boring article….if only someone can make me a cup of tea...

Taj Mahal , Its FAKE

Its true i am not allowed to give my History exam thankx to Ms.Indira Barve ( !@#!$!$ ) , so since i will have to give this exam again, i have been preparing for my other exams and believe it or not, it is going pretty well. My portfolio's have come out pretty well. I have my Islamic Architecture exam on Thursday and i have done somewhat preparation on it, We do have a set of 40 questions which we got to learn and then on the exam day you will have 20 questions from it ... There was this question write a note on the Taj Mahal. and the answer started as to why it was built ? Who built it ? .. blah blah . Come to think of it i have another version of it altogether. Few of you will be angry with me but personally i don't think that Shah Jahan ever fell in love with Mumtaz Mahal and built such a massive mausoleum for her ...

If some random guy told me that Shah Jahan built it for his wife Mumtaz Mahal i would readily agree to it but now since historians have confirmed it , I really don't buy that story. I have arrived at this from my own experiences. The last thing i built for Aakriti was neither the India Gate nor the Jama Masjid, but instead a hand made card on our 3rd month anniversary. I spoke to a friend of mine Vikrant about this and he said that the only thing he gave Candice ever was a wooden purse with a security code... ( Yes in Paris you do get that )

You could endlessly argue with me that Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal lived in a period where true love blossomed. But even then , I am pretty sure that it would not have been possible for Shah Jahan to love his wife the same for over 20 years. Perhaps it was good for Shah Jahan that his wife was no longer alive when he started building the Taj otherwise he would have stopped it a 100 times ...

Remember that story that Shah Jahan had cut the thumbs of all his workers after the Taj Mahal was erected, so that the Taj Mahal wouldn't be made ever again (talk about copyright laws). This is all crap, utter Bullshit. Here is the true story : The day the thumbs were cut, Shah Jahan remembered how one day Mumtaz had refused to serve him dinner. Mumtaz had been on the phone with her mother the whole day long, and hence could not serve dinner for Shah Jahan. This had completely pissed off the King of the World, he could not do anything about it... But now as she was dead he could take independent decisions , so he stopped all the work at the Taj and ordered the thumbs of all craftsmen to be cut.

It was not until next morning that Shah Jahan resumed all word at the site. My guess is Shah Jahan remembered how his wife served him otherwise (don't forget the couple had 14 kids)

Initially the Taj Mahal was supposed to be a tribute to his wife Mumtaz Mahal ONLY, but when she died Shah Jahan decided to combine the five other tributes that he was planning to build (for his earlier girlfriends) with the Taj Mahal. That is why today you see one tomb and four Minarets along with it. You probably wonder what the hell happened to the 5th Girlfriend, that is why the Taj Mahal is built on the banks of the river Yamuna. His 5th gf's name was Yamuna.

I know you wont believe me ... But neither do i believe myself ...

Is this really the exam pressure ?? .. :S:S:S

I Love you ....... (Yes i am waiting for a reply)

Gone are the days when " I love you " would actually evoke a reply from my girlfriend. I say echo because she used to give me this romantic look and reply "I love you too". Now i can say it comes under the concept of "Purani yaadien". Now that we have been dating for like a year now, things seem to be changing a bit. We have our usual fights but alls well, we patch up in like an hour of ( no talking , no smses to each other ) . I love you no longer gives me those romantic looks, they no longer get me the similar feeling if not, similar sounding words....
I wouldn't have put it up for the world to see (not that people don't have any other work other than to check blogs) if it had not been for what happened today afternoon, I was studying and she had called me, this is how our conversation went ..
Aakriti: Hey
Me:Hi wats up?
Aakriti: Nothing much .. just been busy with the coming up examz .. Eco Sucks !!
Me: Umm yeah it does ...
Aakriti: How are you coping up with your examz ?
Me: Pretty good ..
Aakriti: Are you free for 3 hours tomorrow ?
Me: It depends .. anywayz whatz the plan ?
Aakriti: No i plan to go to the creek and study
Me:huh ?
Aakriti: Umm yeah i will study there our purana aada .. will you come ?
Me: I dont know .. not sure..
Aakriti: OK BYE ! i have to study
Me: Hmm ... bye i have to study too .. Love you ..
**** The phone got Disconnected this convo must have lasted for like barely few minutes and thats how it had to really end ...

There was a time when my "I love you" had positive responses, so much that i had to give a call to Alfiya or Saniya to tell them that i will be somewhat late to class, which eventually i used to never go for. Over the past one year, the responses that i have actually got from her have been quite dwindling. Here is a list of responses that i have got from her

IMPORTANT- We started dating "Officially" on 11th December 2007

January 11th 2008
Me: I love you
Aakriti: I love you too

March 22nd 2008
Me: I love you
Aakriti: You look good when you wear your black Kurta ..
Me: :S

June 18th 2008
Me: I love you
Aakriti: I am missing you .. :(

July 29th 2008
Me: I love you
Aakriti: You have to quit smoking its been 3 months i have been telling you this...

September 18th 2008
Me: I love you
Aakriti: You have to quit smoking its been 5 months now ... 6 cigarettes per day now -- PERIOD !!

November 24th 2008
Me:I love you
Aakriti: Hey isin't your Bday coming soon ??

December 17th 2008
Me: I love you
Aakriti: Umm yeah uhhh.... (yawn) .. me too !

January 5th 2009
Me: I love you
Aakriti : I am sorry i wont be able to meet you in the evening as i have to study.. ( Bullshit ) ... and then my parents will be at home so i wont be able to call you either anywayz... take care Bye ..! ..

(And now as i am guessing ... )
January 1st 2015
Me: I love you ..
Aakriti: So ??? ...

So much for Relationships ...
A quick question before i bid adieu and go again working on my Residential Design Portfolio ...
Question: If your girlfriend puts poison on her boyfriends pea soup how will he die ?
Answer: Peas-fully .... Lmao

Yes i take immense pleasure and appreciation for my lameness .. :p

Design OBSESSION !

So Design isn't really that bad , well off course you got to study and work your ass off and yes for the last one week i am doing that , i had to research a lot for my residential design portfolio , and i came across some designs which can be described in just one word " wicked " , whosoever has designed these has really a wicked mind. (Screw you Iyer you don't teach us to do these things...) It looks cool too. I must admit it may not be practical enough but still never the less, it is pretty cool. The day probably when i aim to design something , i might be able to get an end product as crazy/wicked/sexy as these ... :)

This was on the right is really cool . You have to admit that , it could give you your 8 hours of Fame and that too every night :) . Perhaps it could guarantee to encourage beautiful dreams. I will be searching as to where to get these , i wouldn't really mind getting these pillows. EBay ??

Till about last month i was really not aware of these cigarette cases till the time i saw one of my classmates in college carrying one everyday . It was one of those Gothic/rock ones. I was still fascinated with it and wanted to get one for myself, but now after seeing this i have changed my mind. I WANT THIS !!! ... Smoking is like a sin in my family and yes i had broken that law sometime back, but this is a innovative way to really camouflage that.

Who said that smoking is injurious to your health when it gives you innovative ideas like these.

I do like reading books and i do like eggs in the morning, now this is ultimate creativity, The dude who designed this is a Pakistani and settled in New York, and works as a freelancer for a firm in New York. I have a lot of respect for him because i did see quite a lot of his designs and his designs are pretty funny and artistic as well. Though this is just a design, it is not yet in the market as such, with things like IKEA and HomeCentre present in the market, i doubt if these things i could find in their respective showrooms. IKEA does have decent good stuff but not the wicked things that i have actually mentioned in this post. Anything to do with Apple, and designers start scratching their heads to come up with something and perhaps i guess it has happened this time too. Apple @ Coffee tables. Innovation is the only word perhaps which could be said in this. I personally would never be able to think to create something like this, but it looks cool and trendy, I did use a Apple I phone sometime back and have to say that it was a crappy phone, unless you are happy with conversations that sound as if you are under water ...

Well i would be using some of these in my portfolio for Residential Design hope they come in use and well appreciated on the day of viva ...

Thank God it's Friday ?

'All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy' - is a saying we are all familiar with. And if you can instantly relate to Jack you know you have been working too hard and need to take a break.

A break? Are you kidding? Ask those working in a 24x7 setup – which is practically everywhere i guess and all you’ll get in response is a look of disbelief. Alarmingly, the people of the fastest rising economy in the world don't have time to sit back and relax. Unrealistic targets, enhanced matrices and tempting incentives coupled with never-ending quest for perfection is pushing us into working round-the-clock – with no time for leisure (Yes this is where my craving for Foosball comes in..)
The duration of a weekend has declined from two complete days to just one or maybe half a day now, which usually starts as late as Friday night (I prefer to sleep on a Thursday afternoon after college) and doesn’t really continue till Saturday evening because your phone keeps ringing due to something or the other or the tensions of submissions. Before the TGIF feeling can sink in, there is a fleeting sensation of the arriving Monday blues, or in my present case Sunday blues. The work, the environment and the week, which in most of the cases is an ordeal, is too prominent in the minds of people to let go for these two days.

I had 4 days to complete the goddamn portfolio though its almost complete but still not done up to my expectations, every time i think that i might complete my work over the weekend somehow i just don't complete it. (Can't blame anyone i was too lazy earlier ... ) My weekend mood starts from Friday afternoon and even the shops close earlier in my area than usual on that day. People here are living (Friday) happy and contended lives without the luxury of having housemaids, cooks, cleaners, drivers etc...(Yes my maid takes an off on a Friday and decides to chill out)

Look at my mom for example weekends for her are meant to be Fridays and Saturdays and as soon as the weekend arrives, she switches off her mobiles, Blackberry’s, laptops and doesn't really work unless absolutely necessary. Despite me taken up a course what i always wanted to do or maybe didn't now BA (Interior Design) being pretty clear with my working hours, i end up stretching everyday and even on weekends. Regardless of how much i love (or hate) my work or how much the 24x7 work culture has sink into us Indians, everyone does need some ‘me time’ i guess...

Just like there is a time for everything in life, there is a time for leisure and recreation. Recreational activities provide that much-needed balance and positive energy to our lives without which we would burn out in no time. Have you ever thought about this you end up in a tiff with your girlfriend ONLY on weekends. No i am serious in my case its always like that, still yeah whatever i am committed .. :).... (never really mention your frustrations on your relationships over the Internet past experiences haven't been good).... I still love you Aakriti :)

Before i continue my mindless blah ! about how screwed your weekends can be i am off to rediscover the art and the entertainment of the PLAYSTATION 2 ... adios

P.S - Everyone should really check out the new Need for speed - Undercover ... now that's a game that can really test your driving skills ....

The Punjabi's Of Delhi...

Sometime back i had got a mail from a friend of mine , i had thought of publishing it here but for some reason it just went of my mind and i completely forgot about it ....

Read and Enjoy ...

A is for Adjust. Punjabis will always ask you to 'adjust' whenever they want to push you around!

B is for Backside, and it has nothing to do with your bum, it is an instruction to go to the rear of a building, or block, or shop or whatever!

C is for Cloney and its not a process for replicating sheep, nor is its first name George. It is merely an area where people live, e.g., "Defence Cloney"!

D is for Dudh: the rich ' Punjab diyaan dudh-lassiyan' give nouveau riche Punjabi kids their round shapes!

E is for the Expanditure Punjabis incur on acquiring the latest cars, gadgets, marble floors …!

F is for Fackade, and even though it sounds like an obscenity, it is actually just the front of a building (with backside being the back, of course!)

G is for Gaddi, and the way a Punjabi can pilot his guddi puts any F1 driver to shame. (If the Grand Prix does come to Delhi there's no way Hamilton , Alonso or Kimi can overtake Balvinder, Jasvinder or Sukhvinder!)

H is for Ho Jayega Ji, and the moment you hear that you have to be careful because you can be reasonably sure it's not going to happen!

I is for Injaayment, which is the raison d'etre of most Punjabis! J is for the Jwaeller's, where Punjabis visit regularly to buy their jwaellry!

K is for Kake Di Hatti, which was Delhi 's most famous Punjabi restaurant in the 1970's!

L is for Lovely, but unfortunately he almost never is!

M is for Mrooti, the car that an entire generation of Punjabis were in love with!

N is for No Problem Ji. To find out how that works see H.

O is for Oye, which can be surprise (Oyye!), a greeting (Oyy!), anger (OYY!) or pain (Oy oy oy ...!)

P is for Panj Mint, and no matter how near (1 km) or far (100 km) a Punjabi is from you, he always says he'll reach you in panj mint!

Q is for Queue, which any self-respecting Punjabi would never stoop to join: it's so much quicker to cut in to the front, reciting the names of all the VIP's he knows!

R is for Riks, and a Punjabi is always prepared to take one, even if the odds are against him!

S is for Sweetie, Bunty, Pappu and Sonu, who seem to own half the cars in Delhi !

T is for the official bird of Punjab : Tandoori Chicken!

U is for Ulloo De Patthay, Punjab 's only 'clean' gaali!

V is for VIP's who Punjabis are always in awe of and schmoozing!

W is for Whan, as in "Whan are you coming, ji?"

X is for the many X-rated words that flow freely in all Punjabi conversations!

Y is for "You nonsense", when anger replaces vocabulary in a shouting match!

Z is for Zigzag (Please refer to G, M and P!)

December 4th , 2008 ----> Tamarind and the Famous Dope

It seems that it has just gone. It seems that it just did not happen. How much ever i can deny i know it that it had happened, blaming on being high on weed and vodka is also something which cannot be justified. I probably feel stunned as to the way i am. I feel this city called New Delhi has taken over me, staring at the mirror at the moment does not yield any way as to what had happened , maybe the atmosphere at Tamarind had taken over me, maybe the way Anu answered me. Guilty is not something which i am looking forward to... Why should i feel guilty about it anyways ?.. I don't think i did anything wrong at that stage, i guess Ria and Anu believe the same. It couldn't be the end of the world or is it ? or maybe i am too high under the influence of a requisite pot well personally i would have said it was Exotic. I might have never got lost on my way back provided i would have lived here more than the last 15 years of my life. I feel the markings on the roads were trying to tell me something, a path towards redemption , a path towards internal peace, however it might have mislead too .

The trucks zooming past me seemed like big elephants running in a heard , as if running from a fire in the forest . Its probably amazing that vehicles can act as humans and animals too. I could read signs telling me " vengeance point ahead " , it could have taken me 10 minutes to be back from Safdurjung Enclave however the journey seemed to have taken hours, my eyes feel pain , i can see it watering , it has a glowy red feeling towards it. My head seems to be storming , it seems Atom bombs are bursting one by one .

I feel the wind blowing on my face as if to ask for companionship, the floor below is inclined i feel closer to the clouds. Is it just me or is it just in my mind that in this cold winter i am only one who is sweating profusely. Everything seems to burning from the inside , mu lungs are trying to exhale a big fire. Maybe the Blue fairy is trying to give me a message to Fuck one and Fuck all !

Everything seems inverted, maybe i am the one who could be upside down. Why do i regret it now ? . Why couldn't have thought about this earlier ? It's just probably a time of 2 hours more that i would be fine, my main initiative to write this today is to record my experience no matter how fucked it was, at the moment when you see the sky , you can probably note that a animal kingdom is alive , there seems to be a re-make of jungle book happening up there.

At the moment i presently feel like a Guardian Angel sent from far away lands. Maybe because i can still hear Vikrant singing right into my ears

"" Get your lighters , roll that shit and lets get higher

your lungs are gonna feel a fire

maybe you think i am a liar

drive as if you have a burning tire ""

""You are soo fucked that probably gonna roll

Until its done dont open the door

Dont pass it i can't take it anymore

Someone go down and take a trip to the store ""