Saying Goodbye to a friend

The Master and his Mistress

Yesterday was a sad day for me and my friend....I wonder what it is about Fridays that create a feeling of worry or a feeling of emptiness inside me. My friend is getting a new bike and that too an Enfield...He's happy and i am too for him.Its something he wished to own for some time now...but for that he had to sell his Yamaha Rx100.Ah that name brings sweet memories...Memories which i will cherish and remember for the rest of my time here on God's Green Earth.She has annoyed us a lot of times,breaking down in traffic,disturbing the citizens by letting of a thunderous roar which shook even the mighty Heaven,exhaling a blast of smoke into the sky every time it started.She was a brilliant,beautiful gal.Never once did she give up on us when we really needed her...Sure she threw tantrums..a lot of them but that doesn't even compare to the love and affection she had shown us.All those nights when we couldn't get sleep she used to take us to this place where boredom or numbness never existed,we would become one with the darkness surrounding us as lights go flashing by creating an art form in itself,a place where peace and tranquility prevailed,where our thoughts and dreams no longer worked our brain to overkill....A place called Hookah House here in Pune,a haven for the creatures of the night.....Those days or should i say nights were fun.During times of depression and grief she was the only reprieve for us..
Ah those were the days.....She would konk off in the middle of the street and me and my friend used to push her all the way home...sometimes the distance being 6 or 7 kilometers...Those grueling nights of pain and soreness in our legs deferring us from our 'normal day to day activities' for the next day.I still remember all those days of swearing and abusing her when she humiliated us in public by refusing to start or move..Heh hee..A true girl she was,in need of constant pampering and affection.She demanded RESPECT and this did invoke in us a feeling of euphoria and obeisance.Although a true rebel she never got us into any harm,not even one single accident,not one scratch as if we were traveling on God's own vehicle.

I possess a gift...whenever she threw a tantrum and refused to start i would just kickstart it once and it would start...heh hee it listened to me more than to anyone else.My friends used to joke that she would have been my bike in my former life....who knows?Maybe it's true...We both had a connection.I used to feel safe sitting on her than on anyone else's bike.Mutual respect and trust fuelled our relationship.

Her owner my best friend Ajinkya shared somewhat of a 'Love-Hate' relationship with her although i think he loved her more than he admitted.Their bond was strong and powerful.She stuck to him through thick and thin and never let go.Sure he lost hope in her at times but deep down inside i know he loved her more than anything.It's strange the bond between man and machine,a wonderful symbiotic relationship filled with love,hate,anger,mystery and passion much like real life relationships.She took him places literally....Heh hee and he took care of her and loved her like a soul mate.She was there whenever he wanted her to.More reliable and loving than any girlfriend....


Yesterday was indeed sad as it was the day we had to say goodbye to her.Someone wanted to buy her and Ajinkya had to hand over her papers to them.I went to see her for one last time,a moment to share,to cherish for the rest of my life.I could have sworn an invisible tear popped out my eye when i saw her there on the stand looking beautiful as ever.I wish and hope that her new master will take care of her as much as my dear friend Ajinkya did.I dont think Ajinkya will ever get a bike like her nor do i think will she get a master like him.....


We'll always remember you girl,in our mind and in our hearts...
Thank you for all the memories ................................

Interesting...Is it not?

I never knew Coffee can be be so accurate in judging a person.....Damn....

What Your Latte Says About You

You are very decadent in all aspects of your life. You never scale back, and you always live large. You are a very serious person. You don't have time for silly antics. Intense and energetic, you aren't completely happy unless you are bouncing off the walls. You're addicted to caffeine. There's no denying it. You are a child at heart, and you don't ever miss the opportunity to do something playful. You are deep and thoughtful, but you are never withdrawn.

What Does Your Latte Say About You?

Black Friday

I just had an adventure yesterday and i thought Ill share it with the world....
Here's how it goes

It all started last Friday and the whole experience wasn't what I'd like to call 'a very happy birthday experience. I had recently finished 20 years of my 'happy,beautiful,chaotic' life.I thought I'll give a small party to my friends or should i say they threatened to wring my neck if i chose to spend my birthday sitting at home watching T.V.(Whichever you like).Anyways i decided to hold the party at Toons,a pub here in Pune.So me and my 4 friends went there.As soon as we reached there we found a nice long empty table just waiting to be occupied by great people like us.We ordered a pitcher of beer and started throwing smiley faces at each other.
[Smiley faces are thrown when the whole group knows they're going to get very drunk and happy]
After 5 minutes we got our pitcher.We had a toast...no wait..the bastards told they'll give me a toast and they never did.....o@$%&*$s...So after 6 pitchers down 3 of us realize one thing.We're all drunk.Who knew putting green chilly in your beer gets you high like Zeus on a cloud...So we're sitting there enjoying the moment,savoring the effect the alcohol had on our minds...One of my friends,Bimal chose not to drink.Someone had to remain sane right?So hes sitting there watching us make complete fools out of ourselves sipping his poison slowly while all of us were humming to the tune of an old Jimmy Page song that was playing there....They did play some crazy music that day.From Retro to Classical rock to heavy metal....Alcohol and music.Really brings out the best in us.Then suddenly out of the blue one of the phones started ringing and the person who had bought that particular phone was Mr.Ajinkya Naik...We call him Ajinkya 'the frog' Naik.Some may speculate that we call him so because he looks like one or because he makes that croaking sound often...(Oh how we hate that sound)..but we don't call him by that name because of either reasons.We call him that because we like to torment him..Buhahahahahahhahahahahaaha.
He picks up the phone and goes..Hello....yeah...yeah...oh....yeah...yeah...oh OK..
We knew it ...it was his sister who came all the way from Mumbai to Pune to see his little brother..Cute ain't it?
Hah you wish...She is to us what fire is to gasoline.My friend Ajinkya tells me there is an after party at the hotel where she is staying. A smile broadens over my face.Woo hoo more beer...After paying the guy we set out towards his sister's hotel.We start singing in our friend's car all the way to her flat.If i remember correctly we were singing Godsmack. We reached her flat at about 12:30 in the morning.All of us are happily drunk,signing nursery rhymes.But to our horror the lift wasn't working..We pressed the 4 th floor button but the lift didn't move.I thought to myself "Is it the alcohol?"To my relief the bellboy came and told us its not working...So we had to climb all of the four floors.Felt like climbing Mount K2...Never did that before but I'm pretty sure i would have felt the same way climbing K2 as i felt climbing the 4 floors drunk.Either ways i would have thought to myself " WHY??? "
So we finally reached there and she was there with her friend.

I started speaking rubbish as usual...I think i covered a vast area of information that night..From Shakespeare to rock to astrophysics. Anyways back to the story

Her friend poured me a drink only to find out that i poured the same drink into the glass of my other friend,Romil who poured it back to first guy.Ahhahahahahaha we had a lot of fun that night.But then all good things must come to an end right?
At about 1:30 this guy(whose name i shall not disclose) started slapping my friend so we thought "yeah this guy is gone".So we carried him to the bed and told him to go to sleep.Amazingly this guy follows our advice.He goes immediately to sleep.We all went back to the living room and had a merry old time....At about 1:00 all of us left her place and went home.The bed never looked more inviting to me before.As soon as i saw it i dropped dead succumbing to the eternal chains of sleep.

NEXT MORNING-I woke at about 8:00 in the morning.I still felt the sour taste of alcohol in my mouth,my throat dry and my stomach empty....I went to the living room and switched on the T.V.Time flew by...All of a sudden it was 11:30 and the same phone which rang yesterday night started ringing.Ajinkya picked up the phone and went "Hallo....yeah...oh...huh..what the %$^# ?"
In two shakes of a cat's tail he got ready all dressed up like he had somewhere to go and that too urgently.I went up to him and asked him "Whats up dude,where you goin?"
Him..."Dude we're f#%@d
Me-"And how exactly are we f#%@d?"
Him-"You know the guy we saw yesterday with my sister,well he's not waking up"
Me-"Aummm...ok....Not WAKING UP..."
Him-"He's snoring and all"
Me-"Whew!!!!"
Him-"..But he's unconscious,he is not waking up"
Me-"ohhhhh"

We went to the hospital to see him.He was in the emergency ward.The doctors told us that this chap might get in to a comatose.This of course didn't go down well the girls in our group.One girl got hysterical.The other just got all freaky.This particular girl was my friend's sister.Remember the whole fire, gasoline equation? Afternoon came and the whole situation got worse.The doctors started screaming at us"You youngsters think it's all about chilling,hanging out.You don't realize the consequences"
I was like "What the hell?...We don't even know him.We got him to the bloody hospital and this is how you respond?"
I mean come on man we're the good guys.Tell us good things like "You did a good thing bringing him here" not "you bastards don't know shit about life blah blah."Under such circumstances we already were a little tense and we don't need anyone making it worse for us...Evening comes and suddenly we receive good news...He started responding a little.He got up,removed the oxygen mask wrapped around his mouth but fell right back into sleep soon.A sense of relief came over us.But it went away pretty fast as i had to call his father and tell him the news. He said he'll reach pune by midnight.
After 2 hours we received more good news.The old chap had gotten up.My friend's sister went into the I.C.U to see him.On seeing her he started shouting "Why did you bring me to a hospital?You're a @##$% ^&%$,you and your brother mixed something in my drink,I'm gonna @#%$ up your life"
It became obvious to us that this guy got to know that his dad is coming and that he knew everything so this chap here was trying to pin the blame on us.That's when we really got serious.I mean who knows what if this guy had drugs the night before,he would test positive for drugs and we'll land in a very unhappy place called prison.We also got angry.We saved his life and here he is pinning the entire blame on us"
I said to my friend Ajinkya"Let him get up back again on his two feet,We'll punch right back into a coma"After many more torturous minutes and long hours the clock struck midnight.Half of his family were there with us,they were quite reasonable.We told them all that happened.They believed us cause they knew that the chap lying in the I.C.U had a history of getting into trouble.
His father reached, spoke to his son, came out and then talked to us.We told him we're sorry for all that happened...But inside i was thinking to myself"Damn...this guy is really a piece of work"(not the old man but his son)he almost got us in jail for no reason."

Thank god his family was mature and sensible....Today i think back at it and i realize the seriousness of the whole thing."We have to reflect on what happened to know what may."

That day was a horrible day for us which shall be marked in black for the rest of our lives.It had all the elements of a good story....Trust,betrayal,mystery,lies,deceit,confusion,frustration....All in all one fucked up day......And do i regret going through all this..

Of course not...If you never sink how will you ever know the importance of staying afloat?

DarkLove

Something which has held my fascination for years....Ever since i was a toddler i used to be mesmerized by stories of these creatures...The Creatures of the night,the undead...such beautiful names.I still remember when i was in my first or second grade,my granddad used to tell me stories about ancient warriors,mythologies and yeah monsters...He was a novelist and a great one too...Whenever he started talking about Dracula my senses would get heightened...i could hear every single word that he said and that too with crystal clear clarity...After listening to the whole story i would go to the bedroom and call my grand mum for another story...hee hee My childhood was great..I am truly blessed to have been born into such a great family....My grand mum wasn't as evil minded(hee hee)as my grandpa...She used to tell me stories about our religion and all...Even though i enjoyed her stories my mind would wander to this distant world,a world where vampires would exist and I'm not talking about Hollywood vampires,with the whole "Arrrghhh SUNLIGHT.." or "Oh no i have no reflection ".I always thought of vampires as Intellectual beings(What?they do have a lot of time to quench their thirst for knowledge) well versed in cultures and arts...so forth.The whole idea of having an eternity to live,to know more,to cherish...the thought gripped me....the places i could go,the sights i could see,the cultures i can learn and yeah there's the blood too(hee heh)...I mean who can live without it? Can you?

And now once again a FLASHBACK........(Blinding lights and all.....)

All right here we go......

I was studying in my 6 Th grade i believe i woke up to find two marks on my neck.I couldn't believe it at first but then i had to because well it was right there on my neck..The joy i felt that day has been surpassed only a few times in the years that followed...This strange notion flowed through me...."Did I?"...."Am I?"....."But How?"..."Naaah!".."But Still"....."God damn it i think i am"....I rushed to my mum's Sewing table...got a nice big sharp needle and with a stabbing motion i started to pierce my hand.....I looked down at my hand and i could see blood gushing out like a river...(OK not a river but like a stream)I ran that day like i never did, holding my bleeding hand, jumping around here and there...After wrapping my hand in bandages i thought to myself "I'm definitely not"....."So how come?"....."But the marks?"...."I'm not a vampire,I'm just plain old stupid"That was a day to remember...That put a stop to my big dreams....Well almost....

Back to the PRESENT....

Even today i am fascinated with the whole Vampire Lore.....Why else would i take a pic like above......

Myveryfirstblog

This is my first Blog.I have been wanting to start a blog since some time now...I do have a lot of experiences or adventures as i like to call them.I'm the real life Archie,the only difference being I'm not after two girls at the same time,nor do i have a junk for a car.To get me you have throw in some black metal and Quentin Tarantino into the equation.From falling into trouble to actually living in a haunted house,I've done them all.Right now as i sit all weary and tired in front of this curse,this.....boon(my pc)i can think of a hundred stories to tell....But i shall not do any such thing.Isn't their a saying "Its always silent before the storm"



Well consider this My Silence................