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in uhhh… “Delhi”

19 Dec

So moving to one of the satellite NCR towns isn’t what I call fun… But then, it’s just for a month, and I’m off to Bengaluru for good!

No time (rather, privacy) to post at the moment… Will write in more later!

Loved both Hong Kong and Bangkok… but more on that later… Ciao!

In HongKong

11 Dec

Was having a lovely time. Resenting mother’s company whilst shopping. (Can I say shopping? She hardly lets me buy anything…)
Was having a lovely time with Bhabhi and nephew and niece… They left today for a wedding back in India 😦
3 days of total misery here. So much to tell. So little time (online)
Hope you guys are doing well!
In Delhi next week 😀

Je parle Français

12 Nov

I don’t know why I’ve kept it to myself this long, since the news came one day post that of the internship, but here it is now.

I was accepted into 2 of the 3 courses in France that I was interviewed for, end of last month. A decision on the third will come after an indefinite amount of time.

So I’ve decided to pursue one of the two programs, which I’ve been told is offered by a reputed college. Should I manage to complete all formalities, I should be flying to France towards September end, for at least a year and a half, if not more!
In order to fare better in my scholarship application (which would cover my entire tuition fee of 10k Euros ) I must start brushing up my French. Thus, I have a French book in my bag at all times, and Audio lessons on my iPod. I can proudly say that it’s going quite well; rather, “ce va très bien!”

Naturally, I’m not too excited about it because I’m almost positive that it won’t materialize eventually, but one can enjoy the moment while it lasts, n’est ce pas?

Right then, exams start Monday. A bientĂ´t, mes amies!

Goa Delight!

19 Oct

So I’m back from another exhausting trip! And no, I don’t need another tor recover from this one… I only need some time to laze around a bit here, in familiar surroundings, but with tests from next Monday, that’s not an option!

Highlights of the Trip

Evening 1 – Arrival

  • Goa finally happens for me! In the company of Pankaj, Hag-3-Designate (Chick 1), Pankaj’s On-and-off Girlfriend (Chick 2) and a friend of hers who I’d met 2 years back and concluded as an extremely snooty and unpleasant person (Chick 3). Would surprises ever cease? She must have been most unlike herself that evening, for she was the sweetest thing in the past 2 days!
  • Relaxed train-ride (We had reservations! Albeit some cockroaches in the Sleeper. My very first 3+ hour journey by Sleeper, methinks, but I’m often wrong about these things. The one million cockroaches scurrying everywhere didn’t change my opinion of that mode of travel. Nor did the exhausting return journey, but we’ll come to that later!)
  • Arrival at Goa, one and a half hour auto-ride from Madgaon station to Baga. Dusshera is long over, but they seem to have put up effigies of Ravan at every few hundred metres. Amusingly, these effigies aren’t meant to be burned. In fact, one or two are in celebratory poses… in one, Ravan looks sloshed!
  • Arrival at guest-house. Rather quaint! We check-in, shower and head out to find out about Tito’s! Free entry for couples that night, so we decide to drink, dine and return to dance!
    On the way back, we discover Happy Hours at a Bar! One-on-one free on Cocktails! 6 LIIT’s for 5 folks who’ve been starved all day!
    By the time we’re seated at dinner, I’m tipsy, and getting higher by the moment. Doesn’t stop me from buying Goa’s renowned Kings Beer!
    We leave the rest~ and head back home, because Chick 3 was drinking for the first time that evening, and is puking away…

Day 2 – Drive Away!

  • Breakfast at Infantari. I order Pancakes. They’re horrible. The patties and muffins are delightful though! So is pretty much everybody else’s food…
  • Hunt for scooties on hire… I’m the only one with a valid Drivers’ License, it seems. Most people unwilling to give out on rent without license proof or exorbitant amounts of deposit. Eventually, one agrees. Off we goooo….
  • Destination One : Anjuna Beach. Ladies buy hats. I brought one that I’d purchased on my last Goa trip (“with parents; thus it doesn’t count”)
    The beach is small but pleasant. That’s the only time we enter the ocean. I get a temporary tattoo close to the permanent kind that I want. The final result isn’t very close to what I really want, but she only offered so many designs as options!
    Here’s a snap:
    Temp Tattoo
  • We commence ride to Curlie’s. One scootie breaks down. Over half an hour wasted while we wait for a replacement to be brought to us. We then head off to our destination. Divine place, divine food! Israleli food is simply Yum! All Hail Chicken Lafas! Humus and Pita is undefeated! Prawns, prawns, prawns!
    The ambiance too is divine… Foreigner couple spray painting on a wall… very hippie-like, them. Their baby snores away in its cradle. The father is wearing what seem to be low-waist boxers! He’s got a tattoo right on the ummm, hip. Rather repulsive, if you ask me! (Not the tattoo but the fact that he must show it off) Their art is divine!
  • Desire to cancel our pre-booked tickets and book on another train. Thus, 40-km ride to the station. Goa roads are lovely! Exhausted by the end of the ride. Tickets wait-listed at 250 onwards! Another 20 km ride home. Skipping Vagator Beach this once. No one has the stamina to climb a million steps, as I hear one has to!
  • Return to resort. Early dinner at another elegant joint called Cafe LazyDays. Run by an Indian and a white-chick, presumably a couple. The latter has a divine accent and is damn cute!
    Chick 1 and I gorge on a meal for three, between the two of us! We return to our rooms and sleep off. Woken up later by Pankaj. Last evening in Goa, must go to Mambo’s. (Mambo’s is apparently better than Tito’s, we’re told, even though it has the same ownership… I have no complaints! No Bollywood music at Mambo’s, unlike at Tito’s 🙂 )
    I dress up in a black shirt, light-green tie, violet contacts, brown three-quarters and crocs! Talk about semi-formal!
  • We enter Mambo’s after a bit of a drama. A single guy humbly requests us to let him in (Couple Entry Rs. 500, stag female entry free of cost, stag males Not Allowed for any amount of money!) However, the man at the entrance recognises him and refuses to let him enter, even when he’s acquired a temporary date! He ushers us in, and leaves the poor guy squealing. Oh well, there’s only so much we could do!
  • We enter the disc. Pretty nice! I’m taking a short walk around the dance floor to acquaint myself with it, and I feel a hard thump on my shoulder. I turn around to see a most random fat, ugly dancing man grinning at me as if he’s known me since eternity! I assume he accidentally tapped on the wrong shoulder, and smile at him and move on.
    As I’m returning to my group, I feel another tap. I turn around. Same fat bloke, now offering me his drink! Like, OMG! I debate between accepting a drink from a stranger and free booze. Then realize he’s offering me a stupid Breezer. Thanks, I’m not that cheap. I smile, shake my head and return to my friends.
    Some 20 minutes later, we’re dancing, the 5 of us, and a random bloke suddenly joins the group. Guess what… he’s fat, ugly and familiar. I haven’t told the others about my secret admirer yet, so they’re more puzzled than I am. He keeps dancing, apparently part of our circle of 5 (now 6). We’re practically frozen on spot! After some 20 seconds, he turns to me, gives me another 3 taps on the shoulder, a broad grin and thankfully leaves. My company find it quite hilarious. I find it flattering and insulting at the same time… We leave pub early. The non-dancers are bored, and I’m not too into the music since the idiotic DJ, though he has a good selection of songs, is playing full-length tracks! Who does that?!?!
    Another interesting highlight of Mambo’s is  the staircase on the side, leading up to a balcony which seems to have been constructed for Go-Go dancers. Except that there are none, so first one and then another white chick climb up and entertain us instead. They dance really well, albeit one is elegant in her moves and another is Sporty Spice. They’re followed later by a silly Indian woman who cannot dance, and soon after, my students from my own university who decide to fool around on a “public platform”. I’m so damn tempted to climb up myself, but am pretty convinced that the bouncer on the staircase is positioned so as to only allow access to women!

Day 3 – Au Revoir Casa Goa!

  • We awaken at 9, hurriedly get ready, pack and check out by 11. We head off to Baga Beach, for luncheon at another famed shack, Britto’s. The view of Baga from the shack is simply divine. Whilst there, we realize that we have grossly insufficient cash to order, so 2 of us take transport to an ATM to retrieve the requisite amounts. They return, and we order. Food is decent, dessert is divine! For once, genuine Tiramasu and Blueberry Cheesecake that is to die for!
  • We decide to step on the beach for a while, but it’s terribly hot. Beds on rent for 100 bucks an hour!!! Instead, we decide to take a quick walk. As soon as our feet touch the water, it isn’t so sultry anymore… We walk a considerable distance, laughing, talking, photographing. Some interesting sites along the way. A large-ish dead crab, a swarm of tiny fish. I try to get them to give me a pedicure, but they don’t seem to  be interested in doing so.
    A little further, Chick 2 spots a real live jelly-fish and warns us not to venture close to it! I manage to spot it too, and cannot believe my eyes! It’s huge and mesmerising to look at. There’s scope for humour in everything. I notice a floating disposable spoon and yell, “OMG watch out, Spoon-fish!” Chick 3 yells, “Look! Boat-shark!” Chick 2 joins in with “Oh, and Parachute Whale!” Trivial conversation be so much fun!
  • We lie on the beach for about half an hour. The sun is scorching. Subsequently, we return to the town and invest over 5 hours walking, as the girls shop for knick-knacks that won’t last longer than a few days.
  • A short dinner of Spanish starters at a new place that just opened up. I pick the place. The Spanish-sounding (damn cute) owner is more incentive than the food itself. The decor is pretty nice though! Makes for some good photographs.
  • We return to the resort, freshen up in the reception’s restroom, much to the owner’s annoyance who’d rather let out a room for half a day and make some bucks off us.
    We take our luggage, and  cramp into an Auto for a 45-minute journey to the station. One of five reservations confirmed. We all board the train anyway, and 3 girls cramp onto the one confirmed berth, while Pankaj and I squeeze ourselves into whatever we can find. Eventually, the TTE kicks us off the berth we were sharing (miraculously) to hand it to some folks who probably bribed him. Pankaj goes in search of greener pastures. I opt for a place on the foot-board, where I spend the greater part of my travel. Thankfully, I’ve managed to acquire my iPod from my luggage, so that makes it only slightly better.
  • We eventually reach our station, are forced to share an auto with a most repulsive smelling gigantic man. I fight with the auto driver, under the impression that he’s trying to rip us off first thing in the morning. He is trying to rip us off, it seems, but not as badly as we’d thought.
    I return to my room, take the longest shower to get the awful sleeper-compartment smell off me, write most of this post, sleep, wake-up, attend class, complete the post and am about to go to sleep again.

Viva La Goa, I shall return again soon!

UsP Needs a(nother) Vacation!

4 Oct

So I just got back from a rather long weekend away, at one of my favourite sea-side destinations. This trip, my third ever, certainly wasn’t too memorable.

It was pouring cats and dogs through most of the weekend. We were staying at an extremely overpriced accommodation with outrageously dull ambiance. There were few people taking to the sea, which was extremely rough and uninviting. Nonetheless, one got the occasional sneak peek at eye-candy that dared to venture into hostile waters, which only made one yearn for
a) A person like the subject of observation and
b) a build like that of the subject of observation.

(I’m tired of my stupid belly. It simply HAS to go, and I’m getting desperate! Starting tomorrow, or really soon, I must conform to a strict regime, custom diets, exercise… the lot. I’m sick and tired of feeling inferior about the way I look! I have 2 months to go, before I hit Delhi, and I need marked change!)

Coming back to the trip, the high points of the weekend was the unique company. I was accompanied by 3 close friends, 2 French ladies and their most disturbing Indian boyfriends. Disturbing for both had the worst sense of humor achievable in this country. One spoke in the strongest Tamil accent, after having spent several years in the US, and the other was the kind of Delhi-ite who usually is a plan embarrassment to the Capital territory. Obsessed with singing “Sharara sharara” one had to admire the miracle of nature that he was. The man spoke flawless Hindi, practically no English and beautiful French! He played the guitar brilliantly, insisted on singing and had virtually no sense of rhythm. And outrageous diction!

Speaking of French, I sure did brush up a lot over the weekend, of what I remember from years ago. The passion for learning the language is renewed, and I cannot wait for the opportunity to start a course in it! There’s no comparison with learning the language from real French people!

I also drank ample, ate heavy, smoked 2 packets (of 20 each) of cigarettes and indulged myself to no end. I need to quit it all for a while!
I also discussed politics (Indian and European), Religion and found time to read most of an Agatha Christie novel.

I bought another, much nicer, pair of Harem/Alibaba pants, and might put up snaps soon. This one is Bottle-Green, unlike the hideous orange of its predecessor!

I practically interacted with no whites, except a young German girl who we helped out when she was stuck alone in the shack, when her friends failed to turn up to join her. The girl is working in an orphanage in a nearby town, for disabled children, where she teaches them physiotherapy and the local language (that she is learning alongside). In fact, they were few and far. That was certainly a low point in the trip. Suitable compensation came when one of the French ladies in our circle confused me with a damn hot, white guy. I’d already noticed the white guy owing to these hot leather shoes he was wearing (that I discreetly clicked on my cellphone) and was most excited when she told me she’d totally confused him with me!

Anyway, I’m tired, absolutely exhausted. I desperately need a vacation right now, because the last one was slightly lousy! Yet, all that lies before me is work, hope and subsequent disappointment…

Unsung goes on a Holiday!

1 Oct

Yes folks, it’s that time of the year when Unsung goes away to that lovely sea-side tourist stop that he was raving about all of last April!
No, please do not attempt to guess where! Secrecy is Priority!

Anyway, no sun this time round. Just plenty of sand, rain and lazing in the shack, eating, boozing, smoking, laughing, talking. All of this evening, tomorrow, the day after, until sunday afternoon!

Hoping to find as many Firangs to drool over, as I did the last time, but not counting on it. Hopeful nonetheless.

Thankfully, I have access to internet through my beloved phone so I’ll let you know if anything exciting happens. Until then, au revoir mes amies!

Memories of The Urban Getaway

11 Sep

– Measuring the aisle with a 5 rupee coin. Refusing to stop when the senior took pity and felt bad, just to give him a dose of guilt…

– Salsa on a footpath in Gandhinagar, before prying eyes

– Sitting by the barricade and chatting with batchmates, least interested in Indian Ocean’s ongoing concert… And then going home and listening to the same songs on a CD!!

– Winning a prize in a literary/speaking competition in my maiden college fest!

– Regular pilgrimage to the KFC in the the nearest mall!

– Meeting Tanuja for the second time in an entire semestes! Introduction to UglyBetty. Sharing a fag on the sly (actually, having one each), and the yummiest fries ever! Finger-lickin’-good!

– Drooling over FrenchConnection! At 60 percent discount 😀

– Too much laughter!

– The shortest ever Bachata Workshop, picked over participating in the debate, which we went for in the first place!

– Making new friends…

And then the bad…

– Passing on free beer :s (I think I’ve been initiated into the occasional beer, btw)

– Countless breakdowns en route, like the one today!

But the good totally weighs out the bad 🙂

Building Bonds

18 Jul

I suppose it’s become a regular exercise to slip back into my archives on the eve of each departure, and revisit my thoughts at those times.
So I just finished reading the last 2 posts I wrote on each of those occasions. I’m quite thankful that this time, when I come back (hoping that I do), it’ll be for good.

But if there’s one thing I want to do meanwhile, it is to build and secure my roots and acquaintances here, in Delhi. When I come back, I want to feel at home… as if I never left. And feeling at home, in our case, doesn’t mean being on great terms with the parents, or being familiar with one’s surroundings, because that’s a difficult thing to do for someone like me, who feels ostracized even before it has happened.
Feeling at home means having a defined social circle, and people to fall back on if the situation arises. Feeling at home means having someone to meet up with for a coffee or for a party. Feeling at home means being able to always find company for a movie.

I felt blessed to have met many new people this time, each forming a pleasant acquaintance or friendship. Interestingly, some of these were built or at least initiated over the internet, during last semester, and I’m thankful to the internet for that.

As I get ready to depart for college, I think it’s time for me to start preparing to move back to Delhi. A contradiction, I know, but so be it.

It’s also time for me to start taking bolder steps to foster and settle into my identity, as it is becoming or as I would want it to be.

I’m thankful for all the people that I met this time, that I couldn’t but will, and that I hope to meet in the future. And I’m thankful for all the new and refreshing experiences. The excitement of my first gay party, the boredom of my 5th. My first date, my second date (first movie date). Sneaking out after midnight, sneaking back in.

This was one memorable trip!
Thank you all, and thank you Delhi!

PS to Chandu – Coffee on Dec 16th, if you (and I) are free? I’ll drive down to wherever…

Saddi Dilli, Unka London

26 Jun
I had an extremely long  day today. Should write about it now, lest I forget later!
1. MJ
So it started with someone mentioning that Michael Jackson had died. We had no source to confirm it at the moment, and thought it was a joke and forgot about it. Came home later and discovered it was true. Am extremely shocked. Not really a fan, nor did he ever occupy any place in my life, but he’s had a long, awe-inspiring life and his death is quite a shock. May his soul rest in peace…
So where did I spend the entire day? Travelling Delhi! Tanuja is visiting Delhi, with some other friends, and they decided to take a guided tour of the city. So I hopped on with them onto a Delhi Tourism tour, which took us to Red Fort, Gandhi Smriti,  Qutab Minar, some random temple, the Lotus (Bahai) temple and Humayun’s Tomb. It was 7 of us in all, partly accompanied by this cute Irish fellow. I wanted to flirt endlessly with him, but he wasn’t really a vision of perfection. Lots of warts on his neck (yuck!) and quite a belly! But still, he was cute… Oh damn!
Anyway, the third item on our tour was a father-son duo from Florida. The dad was really old, the son was 16 and kept frowning at the father. VERY Cute kid… but then, just a kid!
I’m sure we left the kid slightly fascinated. He wouldn’t have expected a crowd so… well, urban. He seemed to be heavily under the opinion that we liked aping the west, in terms of dressing, etc. I told him it wasn’t a 100% true, but partly so, only for the sake of comfort. We also secretly bought him “Bhaang” drops. He asked us where he’d get them (had it written on a piece of paper). He wanted to get really high in his hotel room, and had to do it discreetly, thanks to Daddy dear being with him all the time. Extremely strange situation! Anyway, we found some in a Pan store near CP and picked them up for him. He was pleased!
His dad was quite annoying. A cynical man who spent a LOT of money buying silly tour books, and arguing that everything everyone else said was wrong!
The fourth and most entertaining part of the group was the guide. When she initially started speaking into the mic, I couldn’t understand what she was saying. And a lot of that, even after. “Tample” (Temple), “Kooch” (Coach), “Naxt” (next)… the list is endless. We were all making a LOT of fun about her accent. The Irish dude was very amused!
Anyway, the bus took us all over, we clicked a LOT of snaps (OMG!) It was scorching hot, and we must’ve bought like a million water bottles, cokes etc.
Delhi is a BEAUTIFUL city, especially Lutyen’s Delhi. The monuments are gorgeous! Qutab Minar was fascinating! The difference in entry fee for Indians and Foreigners is insane (Rs. 10 vs. Rs. 250) even though it isn’t so much in their currency ($5). At the last venue, the old man didn’t even step inside because he was tired of paying that entry, knowing that us Indians were paying only 10 bucks. Unfortunately, I found Humayun’s the most well maintained of them all!
Oh, and I’d specially bought dark glasses yesterday for today’s tour, so wearing them felt awesome! Dad took a snap of me when I was leaving because I was looking so… I forget the word 😦 I think he meant to imply “Flamboyant” (though not the gay stereotype kind).
Oh, and Gandhi Smriti is absolutely AMAZING! The place is flooded with employees and guides who are extremely sweet and helpful.
The ground was scorchingly hot. We literally burnt the soles of our feet at Bahai temple. Oh, and sitting in the Bahai too is a fabulous experience. So peaceful! I should want to go by myself some time, sit there in the peace and tranquility and listen to the sounds of the birds.
Oh, and Iranian people have an amazingly cute accent 😀
Okay, so that’s as much as I can remember. As and when I recall more details (which is when I start looking at the snaps once I get my hands on them) I’ll be able to recollect more.
Awesome day, awesome people, awesome city, awesome experience!
In more news, this uncle of mine and his family, that my dad worked with until he got tired of his work ethic, are going on a one-month tour of England. Their company is in tremendous amount of debt, and the thought is dismal. Yet they manage to find a way to afford a lavish lifestyle. I cannot find a reasonable explanation. My dad works more and better, allegedly makes more money and we live dull and unsatisfying lives. It’s the exact opposite for them.
Either way, I’m letting go of this constant desire to go abroad. If this part of you keeps yearning endlessly for something and you just don’t have the means of catering to those needs, you just have to kill that part of you to avoid being hurt over and over again.
Anyway, cheers!

I had an extremely long  day today. Should write about it now, lest I forget later!

So it started with someone mentioning that Michael Jackson had died. We had no source to confirm it at the moment, and thought it was a joke and forgot about it. Came home later and discovered it was true. Am extremely shocked. Not really a fan, nor did he ever occupy any place in my life, but he’s had a long, awe-inspiring life and his death is quite a shock. May his soul rest in peace…

So where did I spend the entire day? Travelling Delhi! Tanuja is visiting Delhi, with some other friends, and they decided to take a guided tour of the city. So I hopped on with them onto a Delhi Tourism tour, which took us to Red Fort, Gandhi Smriti,  Qutab Minar, some random temple, the Lotus (Bahai) temple and Humayun’s Tomb. It was 7 of us in all, partly accompanied by this cute Irish fellow. I wanted to flirt endlessly with him, but he wasn’t really a vision of perfection. Lots of warts on his neck (yuck!) and quite a belly! But still, he was cute… Oh damn!

Anyway, the third item on our tour was a father-son duo from Florida. The dad was really old, the son was 16 and kept frowning at the father. VERY Cute kid… but then, just a kid!

I’m sure we left the kid slightly fascinated. He wouldn’t have expected a crowd so… well, urban. He seemed to be heavily under the opinion that we liked aping the west, in terms of dressing, etc. I told him it wasn’t a 100% true, but partly so, only for the sake of comfort. We also secretly bought him “Bhaang” drops. He asked us where he’d get them (had it written on a piece of paper). He wanted to get really high in his hotel room, and had to do it discreetly, thanks to Daddy dear being with him all the time. Extremely strange situation! Anyway, we found some in a Pan store near CP and picked them up for him. He was pleased!

His dad was quite annoying. A cynical man who spent a LOT of money buying silly tour books, and arguing that everything everyone else said was wrong!

The fourth and most entertaining part of the group was the guide. When she initially started speaking into the mic, I couldn’t understand what she was saying. And a lot of that, even after. “Tample” (Temple), “Kooch” (Coach), “Naxt” (next)… the list is endless. We were all making a LOT of fun about her accent. The Irish dude was very amused!

Anyway, the bus took us all over, we clicked a LOT of snaps (OMG!) It was scorching hot, and we must’ve bought like a million water bottles, cokes etc.

Delhi is a BEAUTIFUL city, especially Lutyen’s Delhi. The monuments are gorgeous! Qutab Minar was fascinating! The difference in entry fee for Indians and Foreigners is insane (Rs. 10 vs. Rs. 250) even though it isn’t so much in their currency ($5). At the last venue, the old man didn’t even step inside because he was tired of paying that entry, knowing that us Indians were paying only 10 bucks. Unfortunately, I found Humayun’s the most well maintained of them all!

Oh, and I’d specially bought dark glasses yesterday for today’s tour, so wearing them felt awesome! Dad took a snap of me when I was leaving because I was looking so… I forget the word 😦 I think he meant to imply “Flamboyant” (though not the gay stereotype kind).

Oh, and Gandhi Smriti is absolutely AMAZING! The place is flooded with employees and guides who are extremely sweet and helpful.

The ground was scorchingly hot. We literally burnt the soles of our feet at Bahai temple. Oh, and sitting in the Bahai too is a fabulous experience. So peaceful! I should want to go by myself some time, sit there in the peace and tranquility and listen to the sounds of the birds.

Oh, and Iranian people have an amazingly cute accent 😀

Okay, so that’s as much as I can remember. As and when I recall more details (which is when I start looking at the snaps once I get my hands on them) I’ll be able to recollect more.

Awesome day, awesome people, awesome city, awesome experience!

In more news, this uncle of mine and his family, that my dad worked with until he got tired of his work ethic, are going on a one-month tour of London and the States. Their company is in tremendous amount of debt, and the thought is dismal. Yet they manage to find a way to afford a lavish lifestyle. I cannot find a reasonable explanation. My dad works more and better, allegedly makes more money and we live dull and unsatisfying lives. It’s the exact opposite for them.

Either way, I’m letting go of this constant desire to go abroad. If this part of you keeps yearning endlessly for something and you just don’t have the means of catering to those needs, you just have to kill that part of you to avoid being hurt over and over again.

Anyway, cheers!

Infidel

25 May

is what I am.

So once again, I leave my beloved College Town, I shall call her Penny, to head home. Penny has given me so much… Friendship, joy, love, shelter. And yet, I eagerly await opportunities to leave her behind and head home to Delhi, which gave me so little.

I’m sorry, Penny, I know I’m ungrateful. When we reunite 7 weeks from now, welcome me with the open arms that have so often greeted me, that I coldshouldered. Welcome me with the warm smile I never returned. Welcome me with your open heart, for I apologize.

Thank you for all you have given me. For Hagatha, then Tanuja, and ex-roomie. Thank you for letting out what’s inside of me.
Thank you for setting me free.