Trippin'

There is a reason why I mellowed down the "look" of this blog.
Earlier it was this cheerful little place where I could have a few laughs at my own expense and sometimes at others' expense. The blog was created and duly updated from time to time because and only because I love the very idea of letting people know about the things that happen to me, the smoky imprints that come at the end of it all notwithstanding.

but you know why I changed the look ?

I was dead bored.

Seriously, pretty ironic though because I've been having a pretty hectic life.What with some amazing shows on Zee Cafe and Star World.

I swear I am hooked to television. Its like the old times when I'd spend my entire summer holidays with a fixed behavior pattern .That of situating the seat that was nearest to the screen and throwing myself at the TV.
I feel like I am a 13 year old again.
[ I've recently been referred to as "my child" by a 17 year old.]


Anyhow, now coming to the title of the post , the following paragraph is dedicated to Ad libber.
I owe her big.

If Calvin can be catapulted to the outer space and back,I might as well can land up in London.
Yes dear readers, Calvin sneezed and the force carried him to space. I spent four bucks on a bus ride from Rabindra Sadan to Dalhousie and suddenly found myself in a different city from a different era!

Me and The Diva walked a long way, supposedly with hope that we will get lost and then find ourselves back. We did not get lost, but we did choose to loose ourselves. I am not going to describe the sheer profundity of the whole idea of aimlessly traveling to a place only because you read about something similar having been done by a fellow blogger.

Instead I will hereby ponder a little bit about "The Tea Board". It was this huge building [duh uh] and... well... it was just beautiful, and although I am not sure how or why, I am sure Howard Roark would be proud of it. [?!].

Alright so you get the picture right?..if not..I will provide a structured pattern...umm..or just a structure..or just a pattern..ok, you go figure yourself whether its a structure or a pattern or a structured pattern.

started off from home-Bus Top- Tollygunj metro - maidan metro - camac street - Hungerford street - minto park - rabindra sadan - Dalhousie - Golpark - Jadavpur - Ajaynagar [EM Bypass]-Jadavpur- ranikuthi- walk back home .


BUT, the high point of the story, I have still not revealed.

I am confused what the high point should be .It should be a tie betwixt

a] The fact that now you all know where I live.
b] The incident at Vardaan Market:-

Diva and Dreamy were walking, walking and then again, walking.

they were also talking, talking and then again..guess?..can't guess?..very bad..I'll tell you..talking!!!

anyhow[:-|]

There was this lady with high heels who was walking along with Diva and Dreamy.
so lady-high-heels was just about to overtake Diva and Dreamy, who anyway are slow walkers and take MUCH time in the introspection, blabbering and gigling that goes leg to leg with the walking.

so Lady-high-heels is about to overtake DivaDreamy.
DivaDreamy having the most inane conversation ever.

Diva: I've stopped dreaming.I don't have any weird dreams anymore.
Dreamy: yesterday I had the most weird dream ever.I wasn't doing anything..as in the dream was just like a statement with no action. In my dream....

right at this point Lady-high-heels is within ear shot distance and overhears Dreamy utter the next sentence.

Dreamy : I was a lesbian.

Lady-high heels stops short, turns back , rolls eyes and almost retorts [necessarily in the same order]

"WHAAAAAT????"

Dreamy gets highly flustered and tries offering an explanation, but the damage control effort goes utterly berserk as she starts stammering like SRK during a verbal orgasm.

"I mean, Ma'am, I am not a lesbian..I mean ..I wasn't doing anything in the dream..I mean ..umm..err..It was dream ..ummm..I was dreaming that I am a les..was a lesbian. I had a dream in which I was a lesbian."

By this time Lady-high-heel's eyebrows are almost as high as her heels , so with rolled eyes, high heels,high eyebrows, maybe even high blood pressure, she murmurs a feeble "Good God!" and sees better in concentrating on crossing the road.

Meanwhile Diva is almost sitting cross-legged on the road, collapsed with laughter, yes.
Then throughout the journey The Diva chooses to shout out after occasional intervals..

"Men on the road, stop ogling/leching at us.Don't even try cat-calls. WE are a lesbian couple."

End of post.
Thank you.