I want to think this as four chapters of my life..my first love music, work, girls and then getting high..This is not necessary in the fashion that I have put it but these are the most important factors of my life. As of now, this is the priority when I am 28 right now.

Music is going fine and I think I shall never be able to live without it. It changes me and makes me feel light and easy or just leaves me somewhere where I enjoy. I love playing the guitar and singing with it and it just sometimes makes me feel numb. Its a feel coming out when you breath leaving your heart blossom like a flower. Its amazing when it comes back to you when you want it to be. I know what I mean only if you can undestand it.

Work, is when I left college and my X told me, who apparently cracked one of the best B schools which life can offer working with one of the biggest banks (and I feel jealous abt it at times), that I have the brains to do stuff only if I can challenize, which apparently used to make me wonder if what she was saying had any substance. All I could do that time was smoke up and play the guitar and copy Vedder and Cobain. So when I had the opportinty (and I must thank God for that), I only though that I shall work and work for 5 years and leave everthing I ever thought about as secondary. I am 4 years down the line...

Girls, I really dont know if I have had my share but then a man is always greedy. I have never been in love or perhaps never got it from the ones I wanted. Some beautiful ladies who gave me, I still respect and cherish them for I could not give them my true self. After college, my work life gave me back seat in this and perhaps even with my guitar and singing, but then its all abt money now, isnt it?? I shall wait for another year, Its coming my friend and you are reaching there...

Getting high never changed and it shall never change.. I cant change myself but I can atlest exercise to stop the body harm coz in the end, before I die, I really want to have my kicks before the whole shit goes up in flames...how abt joining me for the base camp????

I dont know if I have a vision but I can see things happening with an added flavour of life. I like positivety because I think that your body shall function the way you think and be ready for the goods and the bads accordingly. The buffer is always their. As they say, Imagine the worse but hope for the best.

I think it is all about energies as we are born with it. What we can least do is to preserve it or else we shall loose the orbit we were destined to be in...

Jai Bholein..

I think I am a dreamer for more reason than one. My imaging of the eutopia gives me half the pleasure of experiencing it in real and the other greedy half makes me work towards it and dream more.

I wonder why every life is so complicated and why are these aspiration that we nurture bound to make us go round and round untill we realise that it is just another experience or maybe a mistake.

However, the pyramids of my mind point inwards when I now open my thoughts to the world absorbing it into oneness inside me.

Khopche mein..

I mean what the hell. I want to live my way inside the system and be successful because I am what I am and am capable of doing things my way. The system is again one which appeals to me. My God is flexible and enjoys head banging. I am not listening to you teaching me how to behave because I am not biting into your pseudo sensitive emotional trigerring old fashioned system based uneducated behind the wall half baked off the cuff non scientific talks.


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Where on one side in the western old, blowing horns is more like abusing, I recently heard on the highway this truck with a Punjab number having a famous punjabi number as a horn. The driver completed the song on the press of a single button and probably danced as the vehicle zipped past other trucks blowing the usual poooo pooo. I mean awesome as what you got to do and have to do, there is nothing wrong in shaking a leg or two along with it.

Chopal was amazing. The beauty of the place lies in the fact that it is too remote to be reached easily and comfortably; as a result of which you are able to see the real hills and the hard life it offers.

I always used to wonder on the fact as to why the people from the hills(the villagers specially) are so helpful. There was a joke that we used to share that a stranger from the hill shall skip his own bus incase you have left your luggage with him for safe keeping while you have gone to take a leak. I got the answer now. Its because in the remote hills there are not more than two houses in one hill and you can barely see people on the roads. What you can obviously do in these circumstances is to help everyone so that this help actually comes back to you when you are in dire straits. This feel actually trickels down in their hearts as well when they come down to the cities with the emotions gradually being swallowed by the concrete parasites.

So there was excellent hospitality, lots of love and affection from my friends family, a dedicated servant who refused to leave us alone even for a small trek and the usual booze and stuff. The guitar rocked and we laughed and sang and deep breath to experience that we are alive. The food was awesome with new delicacies.

The day before we left, we went for a trek for more than three hours to reach my friends orchard in a place called Cheela. It was one of the best experience of my life. The place was in one of the remotest regions with telephone and electricity but no toilets. It was all in the open something which I had never experienced before. It was brimming with marijuana leaves with the plant going upto 20 feet in height. I mean I have never seen anything as huge as that. The apple orchard which was approximately at a height of 9000 feet was guarded by two shepard dogs, Basanti and Johnny who saved their master from a bear a couple of months back. He narrated us the experience looking at Basanti while I had my gulp of whisky and a drag of the cream made by him a couple of months back. This was his pastime and business he told us. We chilled there till late night when the electricity went off as it rained heavily outside.

Basanti guarded our doorstep the entire night as we slept while Johnny guarded the house and his master in the next room. It was a bright new morning the next day. The early morning experience in the open at 9000 feet looking at the trees was an eye opener.

And as I write this I feel a hell lot lighter..I have never been so stressed out in my life before I left my job and finally..finally found a new one..so I was off to Bombay and then to Goa..

I have always loved Goa but then I got to see Bombay in a new way this time..I like the city, the cosmopolitan look of it where you can see girls at 12:30 at night at Bandra walking all alone on the road..I mean i liked it to see the freedom and the security they had..way to go Bombay..you can never imagine such a thing in Delhi..its just too dangerous..

The first night, I really dont remember when we went to the club after polishing off a few bottles..the only thing I remember is seeing my friend playing the piano on the table along with the music in the club and then only to realise him down the floor where he is still playing it..it was hilarious..and then the guy who realised that we were awfully drunk and charged us some enormous amount for a polaroid flick..I found it in my pocket the next morning..Bombay rocked..Thank God we made that night back home..

And then it was Goa, the beaches, the babes and the beer..not to forget the music..stuff like, 'YOU WANT SMOKE??,'..MARIJUANA?? U WANT BEEDS?? 20 BUCKS ONLY, ITEM IN CABANNA?? real good,want to try?? massage?? call me, take my number..?....? I went to my trusted place to score and then I was all set to roll, the weather was awesome, it was 24 degree celsius when I landed and was the same till the time I stayed..

I love Goa for more than one reason but the most is for the love it gives back to you, I feel proud to be an Indian there, probably one of the few Indian hippy cities where you are not discriminated to be an Indian, its a fact dude, go to Mcleo if you dont trust me..where a Gora is a Gora and the locals treat you differently..I spoke to a local on this and he told me that they make a hell lot of business from Indians then the foreigners as they are more than ready to shell out as compared to a Gora who is on a shoe string budget.. yes, this can define of not having the discrepancy as Mcleo or Old Manali are places not visted by Indians who have fat pockets, ok justified..its money basically..

Another thing for which Goa stands out, the people are generous, helpful and chillin..you can talk to the locals in Hindi and the laugh at the Gora around and then on yourself..then talk to the Gora and smile..meet some very interesting and talented people,

Goa is calm and cool when the sun makes love to the sea every evening..Goa rocks, you can loose yourself there..no wonder we have the Goan trance and the famous raves..By the way, I got some kick ass music!!