this is what happened...

life in back in India is a sweet experience that cannot be found anywhere else. after all how often can we look back and say, "this is what happened" and relate amazing stories of fun-filled moments...not very often i say. but well, this is the truth and i exaggerate not when i look back upon the memorable times i have had since i have been back from the island...

the first 2 days...unpacking, drunken night out with the girls (Sallu and Michelle), movie with didi and family and popcorn war with the kid sitting behind me.

first night back in Baroda...mela (i.e. local fair) and giant wheel rides and Bhaskar almost pissing in his pants after a particular rough ride. clucking like chickens while walking through the University campus towards our hostel at midnight and being chased by the guards.

the next day...attending the english lecture and sleeping through the class cause i hadn't slept the night before. finding out about the Mood-Indigo intercollege festival at IIT-Bombay and getting my arse into the MSU team by sheer bossiness even though i had missed all due dates for the form filling.

the day after...smoking hookah at Selven's and chewing coffee beans.


and the next day...classes, dinner at Rajan's (who happens to be my lecturer) applying for a job at Sterling-Hoffman.

and then...getting a call and clearing two interviews at the job place, more hookah at Selven's. chai with Angshuman at mausi's.


and the last two days...smoking up at Angshuman's, Saad's heartbreak over K and our subsequent teasing him, me and Saad going for ice cream and singing and dancing on the streets with Rajan in tow, catching a cold and spraining my lower back, spending a night alone in excruciating pain all alone in my room thanks to absent roomies who are partying in Diu, injections and medicines, practicing late into the evening for the Mood-Indigo play and the other University play.

...well there's a lot more. but this internet place has to close down and i am to be kicked out...

:) ...good night friends...

aalvida mere pyaare taapu...

...am leaving tomorrow

but i have no sorrows, cause i am eager to be back in the grind of life that entwines me back in India. life on this island has been good to me.

...far too many memories attached to everything and i have realized that to relive them alone is a folly. you can't be in Kenzi alone and neither can you set up a Braai without the big bru...so the only thing left to do is to create new memories, such as the one that involves Bananna Bar, Phoenix, Vodka and me n Yashraj yapping away to glory...

in any case, the strings that bind me to India are much too stronger and the only thing that keeps me coming back to this island is my family. but soon even that last thread may be severed once dad makes up his mind to leave. still, i shall remain an islander to the end of my life. the spirit of Mauritius lives somewhere within me.

...so even though i am saying goodbye as of now, i am pretty sure that i shall be back!!

philosophical debate...

...Sometimes there comes a time in life when a man must wear his "stretchy pants"...

(i.e. when he must sit back and contemplate on the more serious stuff; such as the meaning of living one’s life and this world at large. the term 'stretchy pants' being the idiomatic expression for all such major analytical and physical tasks in the lingual communicado that i share with my sister)...

anyways, so here’s one such healthy philosophical talk between L and me in its entirety:

L: "this world is an attempt to catch you with your pants down!"
Me: "thank heavens i'm not going commando!!"

...cause i certainly can't presume to change the plans that the world has for me, but the least i can do is to make sure that i don't come out of it looking like a fool exposing his arse for all to kick!!

:)