So some many things have happened.
Discovered the marinara and how to make it. Belted Mojitos at TGIF. Got held up for 2 hours on the runway in Delhi. And 2 and a half hours off it. Managed to drive my mom who was traveling with me, up the fuselage. And got all privileges revoked by telling her, at 37,000 ft, that if she didn't like my company she could go outside.
Discovered also this really irritating-incomplete-sentence style of blogging.
Jesus was born some 21 odd centuries ago. Merry Christmas. And no, I didn't get any Ginger Wine this year. I did get sozzled on that noxious potion they serve at Noon Wines, which incidentally should either be declared illicit or come under some serious scrutiny. It's the only red wine I can drink without getting the mother of all headaches and the only wine that gets me drunk with half a glass. These two premises make me wonder if it's actually the Claret that it claims to be.
Internet is now unlimited which means some insane amount of quasi-legal activity will happen from my IP.
In the usual ironic vein that I seem to flow in, I have probably less than 2 weeks to make full use of this gift. It would seem that the world has conspired and almost successfully gotten me to head from my cosy world down south to the dreaded Capital. For what might be eternity.
Now Delhi I've decided is not a city. Not even a state. It's the Mothership.
It landed some millenia ago and since then has been in the continuing mission to assimilate and be assimilated. In the hope, as usual, of taking over the world.
"Abey!! Resistance is futile!"
That apart I think I've been spending sleepless nights in the worry that I have to pack, leave, leave my amp (Akai) and speakers (Bose) (yeah I had to put that into my blog. Shantanu, stuff it!) behind and actually live in the new Trauma Centre that AIIMS is running.
I guess it should be fun.
Hell it's a new year after all.
Discovered the marinara and how to make it. Belted Mojitos at TGIF. Got held up for 2 hours on the runway in Delhi. And 2 and a half hours off it. Managed to drive my mom who was traveling with me, up the fuselage. And got all privileges revoked by telling her, at 37,000 ft, that if she didn't like my company she could go outside.
Discovered also this really irritating-incomplete-sentence style of blogging.
Jesus was born some 21 odd centuries ago. Merry Christmas. And no, I didn't get any Ginger Wine this year. I did get sozzled on that noxious potion they serve at Noon Wines, which incidentally should either be declared illicit or come under some serious scrutiny. It's the only red wine I can drink without getting the mother of all headaches and the only wine that gets me drunk with half a glass. These two premises make me wonder if it's actually the Claret that it claims to be.
Internet is now unlimited which means some insane amount of quasi-legal activity will happen from my IP.
In the usual ironic vein that I seem to flow in, I have probably less than 2 weeks to make full use of this gift. It would seem that the world has conspired and almost successfully gotten me to head from my cosy world down south to the dreaded Capital. For what might be eternity.
Now Delhi I've decided is not a city. Not even a state. It's the Mothership.
It landed some millenia ago and since then has been in the continuing mission to assimilate and be assimilated. In the hope, as usual, of taking over the world.
"Abey!! Resistance is futile!"
That apart I think I've been spending sleepless nights in the worry that I have to pack, leave, leave my amp (Akai) and speakers (Bose) (yeah I had to put that into my blog. Shantanu, stuff it!) behind and actually live in the new Trauma Centre that AIIMS is running.
I guess it should be fun.
Hell it's a new year after all.
