Uno , Due , Tre , Quattro, Cinque , Sei - Chudiyaap : Drama...

Travel is something that makes me learn quite a lot about the outside world, the people , the culture , the attitude towards design, the architecture , the women etc. It also teaches me as to what all things can happen wrong while travelling.
I have been travelling outside Milan since the 7th of this month, and believe me it is worth it. All the drama, the chudiyapaa ! it is totally awesome, in plain simple words the tragedys that can happen when you have travelling with an attitude of just having a napsack on your shoulders, and walking around in the streets is simply awesome.

Bilal, A dear friend from Dubai is here in Italy, so i am travelling with him, according to him and the rest of the world as well, i am the most disorganized individual he has seen. The following has happened since the past 4 or 5 days of this expedition.

1. Leaving Milano on the 8th morning to reach Venice, was a kickass place. Bought return tickets like deligent and smart fucks !, had lunch in Venice, left for the station, reached 20 minutes early so chilling in Venice Station, 10 minutes before the departure figured out we had lost the tickets and left it at the restaurant.

2. Bought tickets for Venice to Modena, Long train i decided to sleep, had to change the station at stop called Bolognia, woke up , was trying to get out of the train, got delayed coz of some moronic women tripping on the corridor, passage for the exit, by the time i managed to reach the exit, doors were shut. Bilal outside the train and i am inside.... Bilal chasing the train ... i am shouting in the train ... Bilal dissapeared from my sight and so did the train from his point of view.
I shouted someone, anyone .... pull the chain ! behenchod pull the chain ! ....
but then all was silent when someone just whispered, there is No chain, this train is electronic.
Fucked, royally fucked. I reached a place called Firenze which i was supposed to go the next day, 70 kms away from Bolognia (Bilal), somehow managed to contact Bilal , changed trains and we finally met in Modena in the wee hours of the morning.

3. Woke up in Modena, and decided no more drama, no more chudiyapaa, woke up fresh and continued our journey, with the help of a map, and few residents managed to reach the bus station, great! ... We infact reached 45 minutes earlier, started talking, passing away time.
I kind of figured out later we had waited for more than 2 hours for the bus, the bus had decided not to turn towards the bus station or maybe our luck from last night was still haunting us.
Anyways, like proper citizens we are, we said to each other in our Italian accent.
Fine , No problamo ! Takxi, in another hour we realized there are no taxi;s in Modena.
We hitchhiked, found a Nigerian guy who was ready to drop us to a place called Maranello, he was coal black, had gold teeth and a lot of bling all over him, had a black color Opel, with tinted glasses, he was exactly what you would have seen in the african godfather movie, anyways we did sit in the car and decided to try our luck, i was sitting in the front, all was well till the time we reached the highway where i noticed something troubling my foot, it was a butcher;s knife with some stains on it, we were done, I actually got flashbacks of my life, sex love dokha no its the other way around, Love - Sex.- Dokha, all the things that i had done in Milan, Dubai, Delhi, all were a flashback.... My family, friends, ex girlfriends, all were a flashback for the next 10 minutes, I really felt i am done for, i am dead and so is Bilal, our bodies in some roadside tree hanging , and hopefully reaching Dubai. I actually woke up from my flashback with a loud screech on the road and the man saying in his hoarse voice " Broda , Modeana Stazione ", all i could say was Grazie to him and moved on, still shaking.
Later i discussed it with Bilal, he incidently had started reciting the quran in the car.

4. All things are fine, decided past is past , move on, lets be more careful this time, reached Firenze (Florence) together, reached the hostel, had a bath, chilled for sometime, decided to go to the city centre and check out the city, chill for sometime, very happily we went, least realizing that camera battery was not in the camera. Lag gaye ! ...
This wouldnt had been enough, realized that we had got late in our whole ordeal of knowing Florence that the bus timings were over, to reach back meant another 10 kms.
This is what i had done, : Hitchhiking, i dont need to say anymore, even though it was a women driving this time, i was shit scared.

5. Finally from Florence we left for Pisa, and this is where i am writing this post from. its 12.30 here, the day is over, but then how can it get over without a chudiyapa, here is what happened.
We reached Pisa around 5 pm all tired after walking non stop for 5 hours, found the hotel after a lot of struggle of map reading, reached the place all hoping for a bed and some sleep, and the receptionist says " sir , i am sorry your booking was for yesterday not today, we dont have rooms today" fucked , screwed. We had no other option besides the fact to look for some other options, managed to reach another place, got settled, finally relaxed that the day is coming over, where i again realized my itenary sheet, my diary of important numbers all over Italy, i have left it at the old hotel where our booking got fucked,

This is where I am now, I am lost, tired and still yet smiling, coz honestly this trip till now has been kickass, so much of drama, so much of chudiyaap....Lol, even though it was stressful yet totally kickass.

6. Hoping to reach Rome tomorrow, safe and sound with less of Drama and Chudiyaap, Ciao

What a weekend ! ..

I was craving to come back to Milan and write, as this is what i like to do and express myself every now and then, Last 4 - 5 days have been totally wicked and crazy. It all started with Saturday morning 7 am , where i was woken up by Natu, as we had to leave for Venice that morning. Its a total miracle and highly unusual that we made it on time to Centralle Station, for the morning train , in fact we had the time to even have coffee and breakfast at the station, we anyways boarded the train 20 minutes before the departure, but then it never has happened that our lives, that everything goes smoothly, it turned out that only me and Natasha were on time, the rest whom we were supposed to go with were terribly late, ( Laura made it like 5 minutes before departure etc. ),

Anyways i slept throughout the next 3 to 4 hours, but was constantly disturbed or maybe distracted by Laura ... lol Anyways, reached Venice, what a city one of the most beautiful cities i have seen, the water,the lakes, the boats, it was great ... Clicked a lot of pictures and the Venice festival was epic, the women, the clothes, the costume, the masks, I wanted to get face painted, but instead opted for a

mask. Natasha also had a sexy looking black and white mask, Had lunch where Laura and many

other people around me got drunk with wine, ! ... Lol and then it all started,

Bitch and Bastard were the only words that came out of her mouth, it was epic, she really had lost it totally, it was crazy at the festival, the concert where we couldnt stop ourselves running around and be in the total venetian spirit of the festival, we left the city around 7 Pm and proceeded towards the station, as usual regarding trains in Italy, my luck is always a fuck up, the moment i reached the platform, the train was moving, and then all the running began, with Natasha leading the way, Laura in all her drunk-ness wanted to do something like a tom cruise stunt of taking a long jump or something and making the train stop as if to say - Stop Bitch, i haven't boarded you ! hahah !, i still remember looking at her while running, and noticing that she had assumed herself as spider-man or something having invincible spider webs, coming out of her hands, in order to stop the train to go.

Anyways, we managed to board it, and again slept as we were very tired, reached Milan, reached Ripa di Porta Tichenese, met Aditi had dinner with her, and then slept there only. The next morning, was infact a very troubled morning, Aditi woke me up, natasha woke up, it was one lazy sunday afternoon, however Monday was Natasha''s birthday, all plans to suprise the fuck out of her had started running in mine and Aditi's mind, we anyways came to a solid plan for the night, I got her

to Cologne intersection at 11.55 pm, Where there were 10 - 15 people giving her the best surprise she could every get, it was awesome, the cake, the wine, her happy face, ... the cold chilli winds, and then ultimately the local bar, at Cologne, had 3 cuba libres, and then i was fucked, i saw Aditi getting drunk on like 8 to 9 wine shots, there was no doubt she was not drunk as me and her already had 2 to 3 wine shots before we left for the surprise, at home…. haha, talk about chindigiri !!

All in all it was a great, night where I also managed to bang into a pole while walking back home with Rohit, the amount of alcohol in my system, and now paying the price of it, by sorting out a massive hangover.