Rocked da City

High-is what i feel when the dj plays good music.
High -is what i feel when a live band does a perfect version of rock artists i like.
High-is what i feel when drinks are on the house.
High-is what i feel when i dance all night.

I just went high,higher n higher...did all of those in one night!
it started with just 4 of us going partying-eventually it turned out to be 17 ppl(they came in late cuz they had forgotten their Id's-thang god for piyush for reminding me to take mine!)Sunday night-Jimmi Dix,Dubai--turned out to be free entry for girls n to top it all free drinks for all women till 1.The band did a lot of my favorite rock numbers n the dj simple played music which i could dance to all night.For a change there was zero hindi music...which was quite a refreshing change.

Also the first night I saw a sophisticated hooker.typical situation-old,fat balding man;old but mind blowing body,super short dress girl.buys her a drink.neotiate.leave.

I really think im up for one of those all night long parties-11pm-3:30am on my feet dancing, energy only seemed to increase through the night,i think i only left cause the dj said last song for the night.
But the night had to end just like everything else always does, got home by 4...felt deliriously happy after really long.

High-is what i feel while driving home,dark night,bright streets,at 140kmph.

Mehsalamah

I write from the land of sand-dubai...though frankly theres hardly any sand here. I really love it as a city-tall buildings,vibrant,great roads,zipping cars-life, life n more life.
yet-it feels like home....i find an indian person on every corner,indian restaurant-samosas,wada pav,bhel the works--frankly im relieved.

to make a new city your home
to make strangers your friends
to share with your colleagues your college and room
to define responsibility as washing your clothes n vessels
where independence means when your sick theres noone-but you
to explore-a new place, new risks.
where adjustment is a part of life not an option
where learning is natural
where life is freedom, n freedom is life.


PS-Waiting to spot a camel yet

Hasta Leugo

It finally hits me...I am to leave this city in 7 days, leave the place where i was born, where i have grown up, where i have lived.
I will miss the sea-side, which i have haunted for many hours... marine drive, carters, bandstand.
I will miss this city's vivacious life-travelling by ricks at unearthly hours-unafraid, being stuck in a traffic jam at 1am.
The rains-getting entirely drenched, and topping it with masala chai.
My friends n family-my support n backbone, for everytime i have been sad they are there to lift me up, n everytime i have been happy..i need to share my happiness with them.
The trains-packed to treble of its capacity, n yet the joy n freedom i feel while hanging and the wind blowing.
I will miss the easy life i lead here-cup of ready tea in the morning, never having to think about my next meal,my banyawala which delivers instantly, ditto for the chemist n general store.
My room-my comfort zone...no longer will i stare at these blue walls,in which i have found so much peace,found my space--found myself

....n yet i go to discover life beyond these seas but not without a tribute to this city, my city--to the Spirit of Bombay, may your spirit last forever.