haan haan.Steal,Steal.No one's watching na.

People are stealing my fish.

I'm positively pissed off.

>:-(

Even the mosquitoes in Patna are bloody Bihari.

I killed six of them in seven claps today. And they still came and hovered around my palms.

Tomorrow i leave for Patna. Bhai, Mummy, Daddy ke saath.

When i was much younger, it used to be the fantasy land. I would leave a mark on the terrace every time i left there and it would never remain till the next time i visited the spot.We used to go there once a year, and i used to start a countdown from a couple of months before we were supposed to leave. I used to save up money, and buy rubber cricket balls, a dozen of them, and take them there to play cricket with, because they only had plastic balls there. I used to save up money so that i could buy Everything that came up for sale on the train journey.

I remember there was a mali who would look after the garden. I used to whack his cycle and ride around the place all day. Also, there was a Mother Dairy factory very close to our house, which was one of those huge places i always wanted to enter, but never would.

I also made friends there. Who i would go back to once in a year.

Its been a long time. I don't even remember the names of most of the people there. And there's no excitement, Whatsoever, which really saddens me. But ya, i shall go and look for my mark.

:-)

Once upon a time, for a long time, i had a white phone. It was a legend.

It could do magic. It would work after falling from the second floor. It would never be discovered in my pocket for around three years of going to school, where people would get their cellphones confiscated after doing whatnot to hide them. It also had the most trippy polyphonic ringtones. It had a green backlight. It didn't have a SIM card. It had the most violent vibrating alert in the world.

But all of these are normal things. But what made my phone special, was that it was a little bit of a retard, one of those endearing ones.

I've been getting a fancy gettingbacktotherootsfeeling lately.

I wrote a long blogpost this afternoon, all pissed about how i didn't know who Surinder Mohan Pathak was. Here was a guy who worked at the telephone exchange, and earned a living by translating Hadley Chase and the James Bond series to hindi. He went on to write a James Bond series of his own in hindi, and by now has over 300 novels to his credit, included in which is a book which has sold more than three fucking lakh copies.

Also that everyone knows how good Allah ke bandeh is but one should actually watch Waisa bhi hota hai part 2 and see Where the song actually comes. The director has a sweet nice beautiful malicious way of taking each critic of songs-in-movies and thudding his head into the wall.

And that you know something went wrong somewhere when you realise that you're not really comfortable speaking in your mother tongue.

It's one of those things, where most of the music you listen to is Western, but when you get drunk you end up screaming out those hindi tracks. Or when you listen all the Kings of Leon stuff for thirty minutes on the bus ride to college and feel good about it, but your feet start tapping when a Dev D number comes on. and don't give me that shit about 'Oh dude, WhoEver told you i don't like indian stuff' because well, look around you, at your bookshelf, into your ipod, into your wardrobe and you'll know. And i don't really want to get into swadeshi mode. The post was a lot of angry ranting, but my net conked off in the middle and it didn't get saved. And i'm not pissed any more, frankly. But just that i have this sudden urge to Know hindi.

P.S. I think it's because i've watched Oye Lucky Lucky Oye, Sankat City, Waisa Bhi Hota Hai Part2, and Maqbool back to back. OR maybe it's just because i'm studying English Literature.

You talkin' to me?

He looked all around. A look here. and a look there.

A crazy fight, a bike race, a slight kiss, a lonely walk, a shower scene, and a look again.

Coming Soon.

ticket kaato aur nikal pado mere bhai.

Winter always does good things to me. But it's playing games, the bitch.

Anyway, there Is a nip in the air, and that's always a good thing. I think it takes me round about ten days in the city to want to leave for a holiday again. I have at least about three more years to spend in the city. That gives me about 150 weekends, and on a very very realistic note, i plan on taking At least one holiday a month. So that's about 35-ish holidays, which is a good number. A weekend break to Shankarpur is included as a holiday ( which i'm sure is going to be repeated often ).

But. It's been sometime since i've had a local holiday. We used to do this pretty often, where we would get up on a local train early in the morning, cut a ticket ( i know it's a weird thing to say, but a ticket kaato sounds So much better than a ticket khareedo ), hop onto a local train and just get off at a station which looks and/or sounds nice. I remember i once took a trip to a kanchrapara Just to see how it would be, and it ended up being a breathtakingly pretty little town. Anyway, often, they would end up being the most amazing experiences, with fields which extend to the horizon, and ponds in which one could bathe, and not amazing, but authentically local food and sweet people who would never ask you why you were there, but would just stare at your camera and smile. These train stations also would sometimes look fantastic, completely barren except for the random train which arrived every half an hour, and a tea stall with a guy who would go and get some water after you've asked him to make tea. Often enough, the places would suck too. Or it would turn out to be too hot, and walking randomly when you're burning and sweating isn't always All that adventurous. Or you would realise after you've gotten down at a place that there are elections which are taking place and it's very risky to be there at the time. So then, if you didn't like it, you'd hop onto a running train and get off somewhere else and keep doing that till it was sufficiently late to take the ride back to the city.

And the body used to ache and pain like shit once you were back. But that's also when you realise the worth of a sound night's sleep the most. Which in itself, can often be worth everything.

And yes, winter's coming, so it shall definitely happen again.

Hello.

I have been meaning to do this forever.

Now i have.

High Five.