Sunday, March 27, 2005
80 SFS, Green View Apartments
Mukul called from
Then there was the time when I burnt Maj Singh's fiat...not the entire car but just a bit of the roof and that’s how Papa got to know that I used to smoke.
The time when Mukul didn't let Neeraj, Shiv and I into the house because he did not want us to drink, that did not stop us and we merrily downed almost an entire bottle of Rum on the terrace. At 2 am all of us happily sozzled out of our wits and with no desire to down what remained in the bottle decided to set it on fire - a brilliant, beautiful blue flame it burned
Midnight, 25th June (I don't remember the year) - It was Nitin's birthday and Neeraj's in the next few minutes and he, Neeraj and I were on our way to my place after dropping Ruchira. Neeraj was driving and just as we turned towards Mayapuri on the ring road a truck hit the car. The only thought that ran through my head was that I was dead.
Mukul's coming back with lots of stuff. Am looking forward to a flood of memories.
Ever since I have come to
Like they say in
Sunday, March 13, 2005
More on Rabbi
Saturday, March 12, 2005
Bulla ki jana kaun hai yeh sardar
The stereo types are unfair considering the fact that the PM also happens to be a sikh. In fact Rabbi with a white beard might look a lot like the PM. With regards to Punjabi being a harsh language all you need to listen to is the Gurbani. But what made it all fall in place was the bit of information that Rabbi is the son of a Delhi university college principal.
Parul gifted me the CD. Its the best music I have heard in a very long time. I guess its time to let the Grateful Dead RIP.