Seven Sisters

It had been a while that I went out with a group of friends to see around places. As usual the day which was supposed to start at seven started at nine none the less it did not make a difference. To begin with seven sisters was decided over bath primarily due to my absolute ignorance and apathy to culture and heritage. The trip started with a signal failure at west ham where I got stuck and my friends reaching much before. Somehow we ended up having a heavy breakfast and managed a group ticket for London eastbourne . So many of you would have herd / seen / faced the notorious London weather which is true but we were in luck. It was bright and sunny through out the day. 

Well something about the trains in UK, they are the most expensive means of travel but somehow we managed this group ticket thing and had a decently priced ticket. One of the best ways to enjoy the national park is to    To travel to seven sisters national park you have to reach Sea ford and walk to eastbourne. This give you the complete package of Sea, Flatland, little bit of marshland, small chalk hills, narrow, river a country side pub and very scenic.

Not sure if its a human behaviour or its particular to some people that once they are in proximity of sea the Adrenaline just comes rushing. While we were about to reach sea ford we could see the waves rushing and the sound of sea. Though there are ways two reach the walking point but we were excited enough to directly hit the sea and start walking ( Wont call it as best of decisions as we hill walked over a few miles before entering the national park). We did walk thru the mid way but had to break it in between as one of our friends wasn't feeling well. Interestingly the detour didn't prove all that unwelcome. We got a chance to hop in a open top bus for say half an hour taking us through an amazing countryside. And the topping on the ice was this open bus thing, we didn't have to buy the tickets.

Well evening some more friends dropped by and like my most alternate weekends party till midnight , some really awesome food and goodnight.

Lets Catch up soon...

Location : Doha International Airport 

She hugged me, took a closeup pic and said good bye. We said to each other " Lets catch up in Montreal in a couple of weeks". We smiled and I swiftly moved into Gate 17 showing final boarding call for Qatar Airways flight to Bangalore.  The last time I felt this way was in Chennai when an old friend had come by and hugged my in front of Spencer's plaza and told, lets catch up again in a month when she was to come back.

Location : Bangalore International Airport

Around four hours of flight and an hour at immigration and customs I was already desperate to connect to Facebook and add her to my friend list. I had started my India phone and trying to connect but the office car driver kept calling and I could not connect to the net. 

Location : Car @ Bangalore

24 hours of a sleepless flight from Toronto to Bangalore, jet lagged and still wide awake. Her face was literally floating in my eyes and just could not stop thinking for all the unforgettable  moments in the flight and at Doha Airport. So all dreamy and jet lagged and I believe partially drunk I reached my room. 

Location : My Residence @ Bangalore

Still thinking about her and just wanted to look at the pic we took in my cell. I started looking for my cell and realised it got lifted. It was the only place I had her full name , contact number and photo. I realised that practically there is no way I could reach her. It was around 5 AM India time, I was desperately waiting for the sunrise so that I could track my cell and get the photo and her details. Well like it always happens, did not get my cellphone.

Location : Friends Place @ Bangalore

Desperately went to my friends place and woke him up. Called up the Cab and frantically enquired about the phone. Searched for her name and all the odd combination so that I could trace her. Finally after some time I traced her and added to my friends list. 

Location : Office @ Bangalore

Received an email stating I have to leave for London in a week for a 6 months assignment. 

Location : Friends Place @ Gurgaon

After getting completely drunk and taking all the gyaan from the most useless bunch of friends, I tell them about her. And the best part was, they all kept laughing.

Location : New Delhi International Airport

She contacts me and asks about my plan for Montreal

Location : London, My Room

Wondering..... does it ever make sense to say anything about tomorrow? 

  

Things to do before I die

One leg in past and one leg in future, it seems I have been pissing on my present. So I decided why not write down things I want to do before I die.
Some of these I have done but want to do it again so here I go.

Not necessarily in the same order

• Ride an Elephant
• Eat sushi in Japan
• Beat up some irritating girl with big boobs for irritating me
• Be in Love before marriage
• Vacation in Africa
• Do something for people in Somalia
• Tell my family how much I love them
• Vacation in Bahamas
• Vacation in my village (Gulni)
• Some major hill climbing
• Make love on a hill top
• Study Abroad, even a short course
• Buy a car
• Drink for 24 hours at stretch
• Be live on TV
• Work as an extra in some foreign language movie
• Drink a 100 years old scotch
• Make a 10 million deal for my company
• Say sorry to my ex girlfriends
• Say sorry to A L R
• Grill a chicken and eat it and make friends eat it too
• Own a boat and have boat trips
• Learn photography

To be continued

Sizzler in hyderabad at yoko

Long weekend has begun and interestingly i was awake by eight.
Immortals of Meluha next to my pillow hardly half finished and i m cursing myself for my poor reading speed.

There's nothing much I do on weekends.Had a plan to go to srisailam but couldn't make it and even a plan to Pune and Delhi were made and dismantled withing span of a couple of hours.

But last evening was good. Nothing pre planned.It all started when a friend (read a fellow meat lover too, only in gluttonous sense) came to my desk and asked (read told) lets go and hog some good food.

Now common problem with people like us where to go? Almost all known and unknown eat places have been visited and in a extremely monotonous lives like ours going to the same place again is a sin committed frequently but badly detested.We discussed options and finally decided to give yoko a try.

Ambiance was good. Its a remodelled house made into a restaurant. As we got our seats first disappointment came. "We don't serve liqueur, not even beer". Checked the menu, and trust me it was very very impressive the prices are on the higher end of comfortable range but here comes the surprise, a sizzler free on every sizzler.
They did have a variety of other things too. We ordered a yoko special and something which was highest price. If you plan to go there don't hesitate to ask the details of dishes.

After a good wait two sizzling sizzlers arrived each with two chunks of meat one black roasted and one white. It has all the grass( read vegetables) to provide you enough amount of roughage to compliment the humongous quantity of meat. One of the sizzlers had almost molten mushy cheese slice on top meat.Things to complement were the burning and fizzing french fries placed on the hot plate. And how can i not mention the burning chicken aroma which was filling our nostrils and inviting us to have a ran-de-vu with them.
After having this awessome near trans experience our decent to lowely mortal human world began which runs on this necessary evil called money. Yes the cheque was placed but a wow again. All the prices on the menu was inclusive of taxes. Max price of a sizzler was 360.

So in case you want to have a real meaty evening minus the alcohol, yoko seems to be a good choice. Double thumbs up.

The darker side

This blog has adult contents and is meant only for those disturbed and fucked up souls who doubt the basic existence of this viral pseudo ethical human race.

Well , things change, times change and they change from bad to worse.

Recently a friend told me about his colleague who beat up his manager with his shoes.Though i wasn't there but the scene might have been like manager telling " Be proud and feel privileged that you are working on this product.." which the poor engineer was supposed to believe who broke down and rest is untold history.

I wonder about the crowd which must have felt the orgasmic pleasure to watch their manager getting beaten up and being humiliated with shoes and no one coming to rescue. Try imagine it urself ;).
Actually, this whole pain, humiliation and other firms of extreme sensations on self inflicted or on others is somewhere deep within us. We are pedagogued since childhood be kind, bad people good people, system, society family and what not.
What is the difference between pain and pleasure? or even simpler what is good or bad?
Some insane theologists wrote and algorithm and set true and false for such things and being trained for years, we behave the same way.
Survival of the fittest? Has there been any worse sinister philosophy ever according so called ethical guardians?
People enjoy the boxing fights, wwf or such stuff similarly they do enjoy watching killing of an animal , the skin being peeled off and cut into pieces.

Don't you see a potential mate in almost all eligible humans( well depending on your sexual orientation). Do you wish to make a cordial hi hello or bang just strip the covering and mate.
Ask yourself.

The question is basic belief system. Is there a system or its just a hoax?

And a request, distribute the content only if you think the recipient can handle it.

Why do i like holiday

Holidays, everyone likes holidays.

Ok if not everyone likes holidays, most of us do. But, why do we like holidays? Why does a software engineer like me likes a holiday.This is what i have been thinking for a while why do I like holidays.

So we do it the IT way. Lets take case by case :

Like to spend time at home : no. i am not staying home

Booze: How does it matter. I have it irrespective of day/night/time

Party : I m bored of it. Moreover, there aren't many friends who are single ( people who have access to free and unlimited sex )

Movies : I have seen over a hundred movies in last one year . All of them in theaters. I m kind of bored with them too.

Travel : Many of my leaves lapse unutilized and if a travel i take leave and go as it better be a good travel.

Shopping : My average time in a shopping place never exceeds an hour. A shirt is 10 mins and jeans is 5 mins what it take for me to buy. Jeans is any jeans which is bule in color and t shirt is any color , L size and put upfront.

Sleeping : Yes that's what it eez. So does that mean i want holidays just to sleep. hahah.. I cant believe this. But may be that's true.

Eating out : I have visited almost all kinds of restaurants in this place and they don't attract me anymore.

Damm it. What do i do on holidays just sleep.That too alone????....

Well now i know why i liked the idea of coming to office on a Sunday. Though not much to do but still its good for a change.

It rained that day

I have written so much bad about everything around me that good times in life have started becoming delusions. My collage was very eventful barring the fact that i had no successful lady interest convert. So this is a post which has to do a lot about it.

I have smoked, drank and smoked up. So eventually I am sensitized with all kinds of intoxicating agents. Some people say Love ( I feel weird to use this word so call it xyz) is the most wonderful feelings of high. I always looked down rather look down upon people who are the champ propagandist of xyz. Till date my faith has not broken.

But cant claim that it has never been shaken

Summer is vellore are really bad. In particular, just before the sunset. Though the evening became pleasant. I was hardly alone when i used to be in academic area but that evening my friends were busy in some fest preparations.

I had just ordered my regular tea and was sipping it. The i saw a girl coming to cafeteria. I was wondering how come cafeteria was almost deserted. She also ordered tea and sat in the other corner of the cafeteria. The sun was setting and from golden it had become red. Her face wasn't visible as she was sitting between the Seting Sun and me. Its was just the silhouette i could see. Gradually i started paying more attention. Every curve the sunlight was making with her body was almost looking like a perfect stroke by an artist. I was having an intoxicating effect. Her hair wasnt staright sunligt was making it look as golden curls. The summer was making her sweat. Actually if you drink tree, you would know that when the weather is extremely hot, tea rather chaai has a wonderful effect. I seemed i was almost in trans when suddenly she came to me and shook me up.... " Kauti stop staring at me, its making me uncomfortable". It was one of my seniors. She sat next to me and we started talking.

Human beings are really talkative creatures. We can endlessly on most arbit topics which has no practical impact on our or future generations. It was really hot there and she insisted we take a walk. It suddenly became breezy and the temperature became cosy as we got out of food court. And it started raining. Trust me that moment, the smell of rain and the sudden gust of winds along with thick drops of water seemed like a perfect ambiance for xyz. My hyperactive mind ordered me to rush to the footpath shade but my legs refused. So did hers. We were dumb struck. Finally after getting completely drenched i managed to ask her to move into the shade which she promptly ignored. No one uttered a word. We gradually started walking. It was hardly one fifth of a kilometer of walk to next building which neither of us wanted to reach. After some time i felt her hand in mine and walked. It was a feeling i cant describe and trust me it was much above the sensuality part of xyz. It was raining so heavily that visibility was less than five meters. So in fact even though we were walking on open road, the most public place, it seemed only two of us in the eternity. We could hear our heartbeats ( respectively ;)) and the music of rain falling on concrete. We reached a place where she had to take a turn. That was it. She had to go. I stood there. The rain become more and more fierce and suddenly it became very noisy. Seemds the rain is literally hitting the concrete with stick. But the sound seems more like banging on wood. And i opened my eyes.

It was a dream ... Damm it.. it was a dream. It was fuking dream.. damm it

But if xyz is something like that then its definitely the best high.