One last glass of pom grenade juice… Farewell

I’m trying to think of a good way to end this blog and whether I explain why I’m pulling the plug. Maybe I won’t say that much at all.

I have always wanted to share this one with you. So I present you  – Again with a good wine glass of Prom Grenade juice and reasonable dose of tired and weariness – The Flower Duet from the Opera Lakme…

 

I enjoyed our time together and either way our hands will bring us back together. Thank you for all the giggles, sighs and tears.

Under the thick dome where the white jasmine
Ah! We descend
Together!

‘I want my Moped… Goddamnit!’ or ‘Le chutiya’s part deux’

Yes I’m back (Thanks to Lallo’not so uncle’pallo) and eventhough I enjoyed my glorious days of uber lazyness resulting in the most scandalous cheetosstains and lusious looking chocolate moustaches – I think it’s about time!

First things first. I won’t be rambling about my India experiences here on this blog – yup, I’m closing the store! I’ve sold my soul to another company and by the end of the next week I have to pack my bags…

Okay maybe just a little bit of rambling; I freaking miss it! The frustration, the forrest, all the lovely people I met, chilly chicken and other roadside foodies, the lack of tv or a good internet connection, the quitness, the tea, the crazifying  weather of like a gazzilion degrees, the gigantic poochies, the friendly airtel lady who bugged me in my lonely hours ooooh and most of all I miss my lifepartner for five months, my beloved, sacred, abused and broken sweet sweet moped. My two wheeled hero of scrap and rust, who stayed with me during every accident, lying always patiently on top of me. Ohhh bless the asses that will take care of you now. Fare well and drive well my love.

Enfin where were we, of yes the chutiya part. Air France. Wait let me say those two words again but slower… A I R…… F R A N C E…….

what the heck was I thinking, I knew it, the whole world knows it, even they know it

They suck.

Period!

 

(First they took my undies then they let me wait!)

 

(For 6 – plus I don’t know how many delays after that - freaking hours)

 

(Le Chutiya’s!)

 

I might be totally unfair here but let’s not pay attention to that.