My dream. Not in life.

Suttu is playing really loud music on the 5.1 speakers connected to the laptop. I start using the laptop and suttu shouts something in my ear. I pointed to my ears and did the I cant hear a thing gesture. He shouts again, louder this time. Still cant hear. So I point him to a pencil and paper and signal him to write watever it is, which he does and hands over the paper to me. In it was written - Increase the volume da.

I got up that morning with the wierd feeling you get when you have dreamt something that night but can remember just a little about it and then you try to recall your dream. This time I did recall and the first thing I said that morning was 'wat the fuck'.

Reservation hai kya?

There's this place called Karthik Sweets on CMH road where you get killer chats. One day I saw a board there which said -- Channa Batura - our specialtiy -- Sundays 9 - 12 only. Next Sunday I got up before lunch, brushed my teeth, went there and ordered a Channa Batura. He asky my name, I tell it. He goes inside, comes back n says that I will not get Channa Batura. Why dude? "Reservation hai kya?" he asks. what!! I have to resserve? Man, where's India come to? You have to reserve Channa batura!!
So this Saturday I reserved Channa batura:). yes, I did it. I had to eat it. Sunday morning he even called up to confirm that I will be coming. Finally I got to eat it. It was just ok -ok. Sumne hype.

The Gods on bikes

There are no words to write what I want to write. Its a feeling that cannot be explained.

When you are on the highway to hell, riding 90 miles a day, getting stoned, with ACDC n metallica keeping company to your thoughts, you know that you are on the stairway to heaven. It is what makes you realize that you are a God.

It, is my bike trip. 1900 KiloMetres. 10 days. 3 bikes. Best friends. Great "stuff". No plans. Heaven on earth.

It was a trip that started on a cold morning. we went Mysore-> Nagarhole -> Kushalnagar -> Mangalore -> Udupi ->Murudeshwar -> Gokarna -> GOA -> Bangalore. The difference between a trip and an awesome trip is, the wind in your face.

Our new year was in Goa, on a beach, in a shack, under the moon, drinking and dancing with the Arabian sea.
When its Goa, you know the rules. Its your last day to live.

When on a bike trip, you know the rules. There are no rules.

how i travelled 20 kms in 3 hours

I kept post poning ticket booking and ended up in a khatara KSRTC. "KeSar RaTtiSI" was wat it was totally incapable of bcoz it was going sooooo slow that if it went any slower it would have gone backwards.

I happened to be sitting right behind the conductor and found it impossible to sleep. The driver was worried about his engine overheating. engine overheating? The driver was so fuckin paranoid that he kept touchin the engine cover thrice every minute to feel the temperature. and everytime he did it he called the conductor over to do the same. like he was touchin the ass of a girl and he wasnt sure if it was hot or not.
::cartman's voice::GODDAMNIT. FuckinEnginHeatin phobia or something like that he had.

Any small waterfall he saw on the way, and there were around 10, he had to stop the bus, get down, wash his shirt and baniyan and kacha and fill two bottles with water and put it in the radiator.
every bus, lorry, truck and a tortoise[with a wicked smile] overtook us.

once the ghat ended, all his extra curricular activities also ended. It must have been the thin air in the mountains.

After a frustratingly long journey, I reach home and I see bhatta playing Assasin on his laptop and touchin its rear to see if it has heated up. Infectious disease this one.

Dodd maga goes home

::sigh:: everytime I return from Udupi I end up here.

Went home after a long time :( and it was a surprise visit and how. I reached early morning and my Dad opened the door. He said something that indicated that he didnt want to buy anything from me. I said I am not selling anything and he was like ' I knew u would say that, they all say the same'. Bang.. door closed. I heard him shout- these guys have started disturbing so early in the mornings and mom said they want to catch the yajamana before he went to office.

knock.knock.[Amma.. yen. mallo mage] Amma - its me, your dodd maga. By the time she opened the door she had the my favourite son has come home after such a long time let me cook his favourite carrot halwa look. My dad was still staring at me over his newspaper. I showed him one old family photo which I had with me for atleast 100 years. Even that didnt convince him!!!! These bank managers no.. they dont trust anybody. I had to keep one credit card for surety and only then he allowed me inside.

When we cleaned our house

Been a long time since I blogged. I have had no time at all. Been very busy doing nothing. This weekend was a bit out of ordinary. It all started with some itching sensations(no no not there). All over my body; when I was sleeping. So we thought its time for a cleaning of the house and everything in it.

But when we removed the bedsheet off the bed of a certain Mr. X whose name I cant disclose due to privacy concerns, we were in for some big shock. Here's a hint to his name. His name is very long, the first half means "world" and the second half is "Chetan".

I took a picture of it-for my blog's eyes only. The qualtiy aint so good because I took it from my cell phone camera, so swalpa adjust. It was a small rain forest in there. A mammoth, 2 dinosaurs and a puma ran away before I could take the pic. sorry ah.



I wont be available for a few days. ciao.

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A new babe has joined my company. I am now friends with a bitch. The female street dog kind and not the one who has joined my company. Naayige daily biscoot. Lotsa work. Lotsa play. Less sleep. So things are pretty ordinary and nothing exciting is happening.
Some dinner ::Suttu as usual ordered his favourite. He sucked it for like 10 mins. He was charged 20 bucks.