Dasvidaniya.

1. Drive a Mercedes SLK on the Mumbai - Pune expressway.
2. Own a fender stratocastor with amp and 1100 pad.
3. Cut an album, with the guitar, tabla, and some voices I love.
4. Get all the 'boys' to one place and introduce them to each other, and see what happens.
5. Have 5 girlfriends or more. (At least, one for now....and one at a time....)
6. Play with the tigers. (Tiger temple)
7. Learn seven languages.
8. Close the gap between teeth.
9. Shake hands with at least one major celebrity and get a photograph.
10. Do the farewell video. Really.
11. Cook a full course meal and serve it to the one woman I have ever really loved, and always will.
12. Play in the snow. (I've never seen snow....)
13. Feel healthy.
14. Buy a recliner.
15. Great wall, Pyramids, Ayers rock, Petronas Towers, London eye, New York. See.
16. Watch this movie again, see if there is anything I forgot, and add to the list.

Oh well...martian mindscapes on a sunday morning.....

Yellow pipals.

Happy birthday to me. I completed 31 years on your planet on Oct 25th. Jehangir told me about something which his uncle told him. His uncle tells Jehangir a lot of things in life. Famous quotes include, "mundi ghusao, gaand bhi ghusega", a euphemism on how to drive in Mumbai traffic. So anyway, apparently, once you are over 30, you should start counting in reverse. Guess it makes more sense once you are pushing 40. If you did not wish me on my birthday, its OK. I don't mind. It just goes to prove you are one hell of a pathetic lost lousy loser. My birthday was celebrated across five different locations in India and overseas without me being there, which goes to prove, that I only know those people who will drink themselves to death no matter what the bloody occasion is! The reason I am hamming so much about my birthday here is because this one time, I was made to feel very special and all. So a big thank you to:

Jehangir - The cake was a neat idea dude...thanks mate...

Amma & Nanna - That was a surprise! I mean, you paying the bill!

Uncles, Aunts - I know you love me. heh, heh.

Now. The buck stops here. There is this one person to who the rest of the post is dedicated.

His name is Khadar.

First, the cake:

Then, the guitar. (Will post the pic soon...)

For you, I will now learn the guitar. God promise.

(The story behind the cake is that I told Khadar one night that I wanted to stop the blog because I was bored of it....I keep writing the same crap and all....well, I'm touched man.)

Okay, My St. WIMSA (Why Is My Son Abnormal, a.k.a my mom) is here. Some nuggets during our conversations:

"Success is negative because it does not allow you to fail, but failure is positive, because it allows you to succeed"

"People who give up on life will stop living long before they are dead"

"Why can't you have a normal life? Will you ever marry again? Don't you want a normal life for your parents at least? Look at everyone else's parents! I have never understood whether I should be proud of you or bang my head against the wall."

So long. I have to finish this upma before I get another lecture on time and discipline and other useless shit.