Sirop de Vanille

It’s been a long long time since I wrote… a really long time. It has been ‘work’ or pretending to ‘work’ or ‘too much work’. And then weekend getaways that help me ’survive’ the job, also, “the lack of direction and ambition” or somesuch as thrown at my face by the parents who are just doing their job. The weekends have been amazing, the ‘work’ got crazy and then there was that stupid lull for the nth time. So, I took leave. I took sick leave, I could have managed but I didn’t want to.

So, now, I want to write. Thank God Ugly Duckling asked me not to delete the blog, I asked Rapunzel to go condition her hair and asked Sleeping Beauty to take another bite of the damn apple… they left me alone… I went in for one of those gorgeous baths where you use alllll the products (read loofahs, conditioners) possible and you get out smelling simply delicious and you love your hair and skin for the next hour or two…! I am completely happy, as happy as happy can be. I am smiling and examining my hands, which have been dowsed in Hand Cream, while typing. I like. Someone said something that well, that struck a chord somewhere (ooohh that was one corny line! yuck!).

Someone: I love…just that u know….we need to stop filling up and finsihing sentences i realise…seriously….at times atleast…especially with things that are trueme: hmmmmmmm ok

Someone: if you ever meet your inner child dont cry….the song lyrics….sheesh….fuck…..efturou

So just that. I like. I like.

The aim of this post was… well, it was to gloat about seeing Iron Maiden Live!!!!!!!!!!!! It was to paint a picture of how beautiful the city of Jaipur looks from Nahargadh Fort… and how positively splendid and picturesque Kassauli is… and how much fun I had in Shimla with the craziest, smoker-est, drinker-est bunch of people ever. How I saw the moon rise… and how I thought I saw a gazillion stars and how peaceful everything was at Astronomer’s park. I was going to say all these things but I guess I’ll have to patiently put up some pictures and captions and use a couple more posts. For now, I just wanted to write a little something… for you and you, and you and you and you!

For now, I just want to write about how the chicken curry with dosa with beer and chilly beef is the best thing ever (especially after a 40 hour train journey). I love! I love Kingfisher Draught! I Love. :)
And I love Fuzzy Jack n Coke..! I love…!

On that positively perfect note, I shall stop. I shall light another cigarette and learn to forget…

Oh also, my new favourite line -
“The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes… Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise…”

Also, another new favourite – the best lassi in the world!!!