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. 
i wandered to your blog hoping to learn more about what’s good in pondicherry and stuck around for the pure hilarity. it hurt to laugh (considering i just got over a hefty session of the puke’n poops, but it twas well worth it.