a little thing called life!!

...nashe mein bitaye humne hamare kuch pal...pal jo aab hame yaad aate rahete har pal...kash hum isko bhoola paate...magar kya kare, dundhli si yaadein hame har pal yaad dilye whoh nashile pal...

last few days were something just like that...it's been a week now since timo and hubsi left. timo is doing fine in germany back with old friends and hubsi is in UK right now with tina...life just seems to move on so smoothly. i met stephaine yesterday at the university. nice thing that i ran into her cause otherwise i would have not known that dan at this moment is back at his university and trying to get his internship...good luck to you dan. also i took some time to run to the gym and catch up on some badminton with archi, pascaline and my cow gal (by the way, the indian team beat the mauritian team like always...we'r the best). 2 hours of badminton is quite a heavy work out. next i took a shower and caught the bus home (the shower didn't serve any purpose as i got drenched in the rain in port louis...and so i had to shower again once i reached home). took me almost 2 more hours to reach home, but then that's an everyday affair and i'm used to wasting my time on the bus. once back i had a quick bite and caught up on my mails and everyone's blog while dad watched his favorite tv serial. then i guess i just went into my room and fell asleep. the last thing i remember is telling dad not to make dinner for me and my sister entering my room and asking something...what? i don't remember. woke up this morning quite late (late means 8:30). no classes today at the university you see...noella had already left for school and dad was also about to leave for his college. so right now i'm all alone in the house and have nothing better to do as far as i can see. life has just moved on and everything seems so smooth and steady. hah! everything seems...yeah that's the cliché.

so right now i'm sitting in front of my computer typing and the one thing that i'm acutely aware of is that i am hungry. but even the prospect of having to walk up to the kitchen and fix myself something seems daunting. so i'm just gonna sit in my chair and type. don't know what i'm gonna type, but i'm just gonna type. so dear readers, please bear with me.

life is funny. good friends can become complete strangers in a single moment. why they do so? i have no idea. but all i want to say is that if this is going to happen then i don't want it to happen to my friends. cause if this happens then i'm gonna fall into pieces. no doubt, i shall get back together and move on...that's a certainity. but for some, others mean a lot, and i'm one such person.

nafiz...i miss you man. how i wish that you were here and that we were back at iqbal bahi's dinghy apartment and all the times that we've had there were to come back...we have sure had a lot of good times on this island, but those times were the best.

jess was over the day before yesterday. you see tuesday night we had a little get together like always...wasn't sure whether i would have been able to make it to jess's palce that night. had to go out with dad to dr. arunkumar's place for dinner you see. but then jess pulled out her trump card and i had no other alternative but to try and find a way to get my ass to QB that evening. so in comes yash...yeah i called him up and asked him if he wanted to go along with me. he was just fine with my idea, but had his doubts whether we would be able to do so because of the dinner plans. so i just tell him to get his butt to the dinner and that we would find a way to get to QB. so dinner time, dad and rathore uncle (i.e. yash's dad) are chatting with their colleagues as we lay out our ambush. first we talk to the hosts and let them know that we really can't stay for long and that we had to leave soon and how sorry we were for being such bad guests (now we only had to tell our dads' and get the car keys)...next we make sure that rathore uncle has had his drink and is really comfortable. and then i walk up to him and tell him that my friends are having a small party in QB and that we were also invited and so have to go. also that we needed the car keys. there's nothing better than a nice indian dinner and some scotch to get a man agreeable to anything. well to cut the story short, he agreed and handed over the keys, also he turned to dad (who doesn't drink and hence is immune to such requests) and tells him to let us go. now even dad had no way to refuse and so off we go before they changed their minds...as fast as sleepy yash could drive, we rush to QB and to my friends.

bad boys...yeah right.

for the rest of the story about that night and it's aftermath you can jump to jess's blog and gordon's blog.

right now i am gonna go to the kitchen and find something to eat...also i have to decide whether to go to QB again this evening or not. saundrin, edina and romi wanna hang out at le bon choix (that's what heather just told me) and claudia's moving in today with heather.

catch you all later. have so much to share with you all and i really am in the mood to keep on typing, but for the moment my life just seems to be stuck in second gear. sargam, wish you were here.

see ya!!

Once upon a time in the land of mauritius there lived a bunch of friends. during the weekdays they all studied in the university and behaved like any other normal student, but come weekends they all assembled to a secret place called flic n flac where they partied all night long. sometimes they even carried on with this ritual into the day. this bunch of merry friends included few 'crazy germans', few 'sane germans', two americans, a canadian, a bangladeshi, an indian, a rodriguan, few south africans and their local mauritian companions.the crazy germans were called hubsi, timo, rastaman, harry and little anne. the sane germans included silvia, mitty, big anne, inna, michael, norman and bettina (there were a few more but they preferred to hang out by themselves…and so we call them 'the other germans'). dan and jess were the two americans and heather was the only canadian. nafiz and nachi (i.e. myself) hailed from south-east asia and joel was the rodriguan bitch. gordon and his mates were the big south africans and stephanie was amongst our very own mauritians. all put together they were one big party making gang who never tired from their crazy antics. some of these antics were to become legends in their own times. this tale is in honor of those great people and their friendship. but before you proceed, keeping in with the tradition you must fill your glass and drink to these legendry folks. if you fail to do so, woe befallen, you shall be cursed to a life of immeasurable insanity and sexual deprivation.

the legend of the rampage in the shopping cart.

one day sir hubsi and sir nachi were given the task of going to the shopping center to fetch some groceries. you see, lady jess was really sick and sir timo was simply feeling too lazy to do anything. therefore the dangerous mission of going to the shopping center fell upon the shoulders of sir hubsi and sir nachi. now as soon as the knights received their task they set out towards the shopping center in their noble steed, the car. there is no describing the dangers that they faced and the difficulties that they overcame in the twisting and turning path towards their goal, Jumbo!!
now, once our brave knights reached their destination they decided to leave their steed in the parking...(of course given the choice i suppose sir hubsi would have taken his car straight into the shopping center. nothing better than a hit and run for our sir hubsi!!)...well the car couldn’t go in, hence once the noble steed was parked outside, sir hubsi and sir nachi had to search for different means to carry their groceries. and what else would suffice but a shopping cart? so our two brave knights picked up a shopping cart from the cart stand.

...well, i could give you more of this stories and legends bullshit or simply give you the hard facts on what happened. i have no more patience to sit back and write in such a shitty manner. no matter what way i put it in the humor still remains intact. so please spare my poor self this pain and just read on...

so hubsi and i pick up a shopping cart. now, only god knows why, i tell hubsi that i could give him a ride in the cart if he wanted one (me and my big mouth!!). guess what? hubsi leapt at the chance and jumped right into the cart. well now that the damage was already done, and the fact that i was quite unaware of it at that moment, we entered the mall. a big white guy in a shopping cart being pushed around by a small indian guy going from aisle to aisle picking up their groceries. yep, just try and visualize the sight in your mind. also try and visualize the reactions of the other hundred shoppers who just happen to be having quite a normal day until we walk by, or more correctly, ride by. it was more like:
what in the name of christ is this world coming to?.. bloody lunatics.. crazy.. look mom, now why can't i have a ride in the cart?.. what the hell just passed by?.. whatever!!.. and a dozen other looks on people's faces. most just grinned and there was this lady who just couldn't stop laughing. but the icing on the cake was this little bald kid, must be around 3 or 4 years old, who was in a cart right in front of us in the canned food section. the poor kid just couldn't believe his eyes and he just stared at hubsi in the cart with his mouth open and jaw dropping, his eyes almost popping out of his sockets, the biscuit he was nibbling on frozen in mid air as he tried to figure out what was happening. that was a 'picture of the year' moment. (too bad we didn't have the camera with us).
anyways, soon enough hubsi had to get out of the cart. you see the cart was getting quite full and we really did not have enough space for all the groceries and hubsi in the cart. also the fact that pushing around all that weight is not easy and i certainly was having a hard time doing so. hence, hubsi out...groceries in.
well the remainder of the trip is not worth mentioning (i.e. unless you find a description of standing in the queue to pay for you groceries and carrying them back to the car interesting).
on the way back hubsi almost managed to have us both killed. fucking brakes, they never work when you really need them. good thing that the guy in front of us decided to accelerate ahead before we slammed into him from the rear. i guess that's what you get for acting crazy in a shopping mall!! that's god's revenge for making his greatest creation look like the dumbest thing on the entire planet.
well i guess the tale ends here...we got all the stuff on the list...the mission over, sir hubsi and sir nachi, our two great heroes returned home in full splendor with the groceries.

~ fin~

so this is how the story ends. now it is up to you folks to decide whether this is worthy of becoming a legend or am i just an awful story teller. whatever you decide let me know soon. there are many more such crazy antics to hear about if you are interested.

time in its flight changes so many things, and those changes make some things harder to live with.

...there comes a point where you fall to your knees and beg for
it to stop. you just cannot take it anymore. you would rather die than go through such things anymore. but then it passes, and you are just so glad for everything, you cannot thank god enough...