i walk alone

I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me and I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one and I walk alone

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line
Of the edge and where I walk alone

Read between the lines
What's fucked up and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive and I walk alone

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone

I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one and I walk a...

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone...


( By Green Day Boulevard of Broken Dreams )

winds of change.

The tide is turning. I don’t know why but everything is lookin, sounding, smelling good. The depressed old me has given way to the new buoyant and positive me. I am liking it .ok loving it...God let this be.Please let my happiness outlive me this time..

goa yet again

My love affair with Goa Continues with my 4th visit since and October 2006. Its surprising how one place can be so soothing and tranquil yet manage to bring out your untamed and feral side out.

Goa has some how been the leaf between the superbly dissimilar chapters of my life. One chapter ends goa happens and I step in to an all new freaky chakra .Its almost like punj in wonderland . Ok I think I am getting lost somewhere. Well I guess Goa has been more then just a destination for me its been a silent catalyst of subtle change for me.

From the confused Mr Punj in September to the all wreacked vaibhav in December to this all new oh I luv my life and shit like that new me its been quite a journey.

This time around a lot less of me time and a lot more of us time. A lot of , sizzlers, goan fish curries and Ham omelets, lots of desi port wine and jd with coke and a lot of conversations bordering religion and existence of god with an extra topping of love and desire.

Leela’s caffe and Brittos at Bagha were the obvious digging holes and Inferno at candolim road and Nisha’s at Tittos road were the new discoveries with stuff definitely to write home about .

The most memorable would though be me coking anda bhoorji in that solo shack at new years eve and Sajid serving it to 7 hungry werewolf’s who would have eaten us otherwise. I think I am gonna be cooking for the rest of the year …more then anda bhoorji I hope..

Lot less depth , lot more materialistic shit but what the hell I luved it ...

and kiki got married

it was time that kiki got married
it was her 8th fall with him
ups and downs ,highs and lows... she had seen it all with him
cried, laughed, got drunk, got sloshed, tripped, tried all the shit in the world with him
it was time that kiki got married...

loveeeee was in the air and in the food and in the drinks as well
laughter ,crankiness , anxiety , tears in mom's eyes well it was all there
dholis with there dhols djs with their groves were there too
it was time that kiki got married...

sutta drives and wine drinking sessions would never gonna happen again...
mafia all night with brothers in arms literally was never gonna happen again....
crib sessions ,gym sessions with girlfriends would be missed as well
but hell it was time that kiki got married...

she hugged all and tears rolled down her face....
we stood there spell bound sayin goodbyes to her and her life....
paki dosti ,love shuv and all that ....kinda went on with her but not lost forever...
well it was finaly the time when kiki got married....

winter

hmm....can u feel the nip in the air...the third dimension which appears on the street lights ...
winter is round the corner and its already getting lonely and cold...

their were times i waited for winters and now it seems i detest them for the coldness and the sadness it beholds...i need my sunshine....

well would it be the second depressing winter in a row ..last year October was when i started writing this blog and life hasn't changed much...

i guess its time...i guess the buck stops here....

the coorgi experiance

Waking up at 7 on a Sunday has never come easily to me ,but I think the very thought of visiting Coorg the most talked about place in South India at least by my nature sucking band of freaks made it a bit easy. Excited on clinching a kick ass deal on a quails I was hell ya disappointed after seeing the Tata Sumo which reminded me of the super car in Mask.

It helped that our driver neither knew English/Hindi nor kannad. I guess he spoke malu which was mandarin to us as well as the locals who would have laughed like crazies if they knew that 4 power packed panjus are heading towards the elusive wetlands of Karnataka with a mallu driver…

Coorg is actually a small district in Karnataka which the met department argues receives the highest rainfall in the world. Don’t know about the official status but ya it rains day in and day out. So if you luv rain catch the next flight to Bangalore and head off and if you don’t stay off.

The landscape is all misty and the greenest of greens. I haven’t seen any landscape so green in India at least. Anyways so the fucked sumo and the crazy driver took just about 8 hours to reach Suntikopa ( four hours behind schedule ) which is were Mrs Muthappa’s estate was .

Suntikopa is a small village and inhabitants are all coffee estate owners and their workers. We drove through coffee estates to reach Mrs Muthappas River side estate; the river obviously was invisible in that darkness. The rooms at Mrs Muthappa's River Side Estate are basic but tastefully done like any south Indian house. And the fact that the river was not a myth and it actually appeared in the morning was an add on.

The landscape was just brilliant and the weather couldn't’t get better…I could have just sat around and had endless cuppas of the brilliant coorgi homegrown coffee and my ultra milds and maybe gone for a walk through the brilliant coffee estates hunting for some snakes and birds ,but my partners in our self confessed and top secret crime had something else in their minds so we ended up at madegiri (spelling mistake for sure)which is the capital of the district and hence a shiti small hill station, the view from “Raja ki Seat"is phenomenal and the very fact that we have some freaking 30 pictures at the same spot is a digital testimony of the same.

The other place I luved was the Abby falls which is about 5 km from the main city and believe me these are actually falls wherein one can commit suicide ,well all four of us thought this is the perfect place to kick life if we come back here again single…… (a lill luv would have had a multiplier effect )

The night was quiet and we had another round of fine corgi cuisine which Mrs. Muthappa who is ex Delhi and really misses the capital served us with someeeeee pride along with small organic bananas. I was about to start another gyan session about how God was an Alien (Read Chariots of God for more information on that) but my travel buddies were not amused and hence I was forced to shut up.

Well I would like to thank our ace photographer Puneet Sewra who can put some real kick ass special effects in your pictures if he loves you, our super model Shivani who we all are so sure should get married to a photographer considering her never ending appetite for getting clicked and the sweetest dictator Ruchi who is well above all this ( wo in sab se upar uth chuki hai) you are all awesome travel buddies and more

Aldo i think i will always remember Mr Muthappa who versed us with his life history, corgi traditions and how corgi women cant get married to outsiders ,his better half for her love and oh food and off course our new driver Fahad who is the wittiest driver in the world……

green dreams , coffee plantations , misty landscape , dark starry nights , compatibility and the reverse of it...perfect chuti personified...

thanks meera for suggesting it ur a sweetheart////