On the Road - again.

So I'm officially a post graduate, beer bottle breaker, chronic train traveller and violent insect killer now.

We lived in a small hotel room in Pune, where all these boys came, drank and left beer bottles in the verandah and then I accidentally dropped one, which made the hotel owner think we were a bunch of rowdies. We were, but not that much also. Pune is dusty, indifferent and kind of depressing.I still like FTII though, much much more than my own college.

I was supposed to go back to my new crispy city after our sham convocation, but then Bombay called me again. Bombay has been totally fucking with my head. It just can't decide whether to like me or not. I honestly do not care. I just want to go back home and watch How I Met Your Mother. But while I was here, I spoke to some people, made epic journeys from Harbour Lines to Western Lines, ate Apple Chicken once again and bought a hat from Colaba.

I have a slight cold now, from all the pollution and travel and too much smoking. I always end up smoking way too much in Pune, and I don't like it.

Among other things, my old boss bitched about me, I wrote an emotional letter to a professor and I have a crush on this guy on my FB list, when I really, really shouldn't. I should sleep now. I'm still in Bombay and am wearing S's clothes. Goodnight.

Here There and Everywhere

This Bombay I tell you. I've been seeing too much of it of late. I don't mind it too much, but I'm starting to realise that travel, can sometimes be plain TIRING. I faked laryngitis for an interview in Bombay. But whenever I lie about some illness it usually comes true. Shifting back and forth from the sooty Bombay weather to the sudden crisp chill of Bangalore....hmm, it could happen.

I have a funky new haircut. I'm not saying it looks good on me or anything, but it's a funky haircut never the less. The funkiest I've ever gotten. I feel like a mix of that Do Co Mo chick (who goes Do co mooooo into a guy's ear) and short haired Izzy from Grey's. Inarguably, a wonderful well spent rainy Sunday. Walking down Cunningham Road, post haircut, in the rain, C spots this pasted randomly on a Canara Bank wall. Obviously, it warrants a click. Haha. I love it.

Post walk in the rain, there was some super lunch with all the flatmates at Fresco's and we all felt quite rich by the end of it, although our bank balances wouldn't necessarily agree.

Bombay was fun. Hot and horrid and traffic jammy, but for now, whatever. I have no expectations. It's just okay to float from one blissful existence to another without really committing to anything. I don't want to think about the future at all, so shush.

P.S. - try the Apple Chicken at Cafe Leopold's. Truly yum.