It’s a tiring day. It’s a real fucking tiring day.
First, one of my roommates ends up with 10 friends of his, most of them rockers, last night. And they wreaked up a havoc in the house. The whole house is full of rain stained foot prints, the bathroom drain is clogged by the maggi they had cooked last night, the whole kitchen has potato peels, water and chinese soup spewn all over. And to top it all, I had prepared Omlette and bread as breakfast for these guys, in the morning.
It is freaking 4 in the morning, and I suddenly woke up. Why? Well, all thanks to the innumerable mosquitoes buzzing all around my room, just because I had forgotten to switch on the mosquito repellent for one single night! Oh hell, first there is this suffocating heat in Bangalore that takes the most out of you. Second, the water pumping motor has gone non-functional in my building, for 2 days, and I haven’t managed to take a shower for the last 3 days. So, apart from the mosquito, it’s the heat and the feeling of having tard all over me that’s keeping me awake. And of course, did I mention incessant power cuts?
Oh hell, what the fuck am I complaining about? This is how your life turns into when neither you nor your landlord understands each other’s language! So, we have already notified that we shall be leaving this house, after the stipulated ‘notice period’ is over. And yes, now we are back on the road, house hunting!
How many of you use Analytics software to track the kind of visits you get on your blogs and websites? Well, at least I do. And the kind of feedback I get out of them, is pretty mind blowing at times. Do not believe me? Well, here are a few keywords that people had searched for, and reach this blog of mine. Do check them out.
Yes, I do remember my promise, and here comes the blog post outlining my last weekend and how I spent it. One thing’s for sure, it was a weekend filled with confusion, people getting lost, alcohol, and loads of fun!
Raj came to Bangalore on the Friday night, and another friend of ours, Golu, was supposed to join us by the next day, morning. Friday, we had an amazing time, with me cooking chicken, rice and a couple of poached eggs, accompanied by the legendary old Monk. Here are a couple of pics of that night. You can click on them to get the ‘bigger picture’.
I may be able to speak the languages of human beings and even of angels,
but if I have no love, my speech is no more than a noisy gong or a clanging bell.
I may have the gift of inspired preaching,
I may have all knowledge and understand all secrets,
I may have all the faith needed to move mountains,
but if I have no love, I have nothing.
Sometimes, people will just go ahead and do whatever they want. Then they come back to you and apologize. You forgive them. And then they repeat the same mistake. If you dare to get pissed, they turn back to you and accuse you for not being considerate enough.
Has it ever happened to you?
How could my life ever be unexciting? Doesn’t matter what season it is, excitement never ceases to exist. Lucky guy, eh? Wait till I tell you the rest of it 
As I wrote in my post yesterday, I finally went out and bought a stove, bought a lot of groceries, and almost setup the kitchen. Now, it’s a bachelor’s pad. You can not really expect a heaven, but it looks pretty decent, at least functional. We made steamed rice and dal makhani last night, along with the amazing mango pickle I had bought. Filled up our tummy to the brim, and hit the sack.
Cut to today morning. I wake up to one of my roommates screaming my name at the top of my voice. Nah, he wasn’t in any compromising position while I was sleeping. Just that, I opened my eyes to find myself right in the middle of a sea. Okay, maybe that is an exaggeration. But my whole frigging house was full of at least an inch thick water!
This blog is basically a chronicle of my life, and my emotions, since the time I first left home, in search of the oblivion, in quest of my ultimate goal. This blog has a lot of my memories that still manages to churn out a plethora of emotions within me, every time I wade through the cobwebs of my memory. While I was just a little teenager when I started with it, today I am in the transition phase of being a man of my own stature. And the journey still continues.
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