Episode 1 Mixed Emotions...

Na aaye ho, na aaoge, na phone pe bulaoge

Na shaam ki karaari chai, labo'n se yun pilaoge

Na aaye ho, na aaoge, na din dhale sataoge

Na raat ki nashili bye se neendh mein jagaoge

Gaye tum gaye ho kyun, yeh raat baaki hai

Gaye tum gaye ho kyun, saath baaki hai

Gaye tum gaye hum tham gaye har baat baaki hai

Gaye kyun toh jiyein kyun

No, there’s no particular reason why yu have read those lyrics, no reason why I have started this post with those lyrics, no reason why I have written ‘you’ as ‘yu’.. but there’s one point which I have for you.. that song is one of the best ones from last year. Really love the lyrics, perfectly sung, soothing music. If you haven’t heard it so far, then I give it a strong recommendation. It’s from the movie Dum Maaro Dum, and the song is Jiyein Kyun. A song which I really look forward to listen to, anytime.

Okay, its official now. No wonder, I under-estimate myself. Reason? Well, you’ll know it for yourself in a while as you keep reading this post.

Have I lost it? The zeal to write? We’re half way through 2012, and I have just written four posts. Am I out of my mind? Well, not really. But then, just 4? This one’s the fifth though. The number of posts is not what i’m actually longing for, but don’t you think 4 is a pretty small number. Yes it is, when I weigh it with 150(days). Ofcourse, there have been many thoughts which I wanted to share in my blog, no kidding they are buried in my brain, for the reason, which I don’t see.

Well, that’s really not important now. So, let me start something which actually makes sense.

14^th of May, 2012, 2230 HRS, my cart was carrying two 50 pound bags, specifically speaking 48, 49 pounds(though that’s not a concern), and a cabin baggage, with a heavy shoulder bag for which I was cursing myself, I bid goodbye to Anil, my co-passenger, and I was welcomed home by an amazing hot breeze. Whoaa.. the moment was so special, thanks to the hot climate, I can never forget those first moments for the rest of my life. Once I was out of the airport, I was lost. No cellphone to talk, yet was waiting for my brother to come pick me up. Well, I am atleast thankful to docomo, I could make that phone call.

From almost the dust-free roads of Cleveland, the previous day, to the dusty roads of Hyderabad, the present day, I could see it coming. If the hot breeze was the first gift, the traffic was the second. Although, I’m no new to the traffic, but experiencing it after 16 months was altogether scary, wait, I take that back, not scary but freaky. Ohh boyy...!!! It is because of this traffic, I could never imagine me going for a spin on my bike. Yes, it dint take much long, before I realised that I was under estimating myself. I was so comfortable with my bike. Anybody would be, for it was just 16 months away. And now, I cant step out without it.

I really do not know if that was a dinner, specially cooked, for it was so late. But, the moment I tasted the cauli-flower curry, my mom made it for me, the same night I reached, I said to myself, actually I asked myself, what was it, that I was eating all these months? Okay. Do I even name it as ‘food’ the one which I used to cook? I swear to God, that was the tastiest first bite in months. The first dinner at home, in months was so special, not just special but was out of the world.

I do not know if it was for the scorching heat, or may be some other reason, I so wanted to get out of Hyderabad, I literally counted the days as to when I’ll go back to Cleveland. I knew that feeling is going to be overshadowed. And yes, i’m right. Now, I still count the days. The only difference, I am counting the other way around. I’m just left over with a month’s time to spare. Just a month more. And I’ll be back to, yeah, let me call it HELL. Well, that’s what is eventually going to happen, so let’s just not get there.

I cannot just express as to how the days got better from then. I spent the rest of the week with my bro. It was shopping time. Shopping for the day which I was awaiting for two weeks. My bro and I, were right on the spot. Oh boyy.. How choosy we are. It was the very first day of my shopping in Hyderabad. If you are aware of Hyderabad Central. Men’s apparel is floor 2 and 3 with formals and casuals respectively. Come what may, if that’s my bro and me shopping together, then we need to check out every single brand in both the floors and by the time it’s about to close, we’d be done monitoring both floors atleast twice. Yet, we don’t get to pick a pair. It was no exception this time either. For, we never change. We both knew our next stop was GVK One, thanks to inorbit mall, which is really far away, atleast for us.

Traffic - check, Horridifying weather - check, pathetic behaviour of crowd at malls. Yeah, that’s something to be discussed now. Well, I just took time out of my busy shopping schedule to see if the tickets were available for Gabbar Singh night show at PVR Cinemas. And I was waiting in the queue with just one person ahead of me. He grabbed his tickets and left. I was about to step in and ask for it. A girl appears out of no where, gets to the window cutting me, I thought she was trying to ask a question or something as such and get the hell out. But then, I took half a minute to figure out, that I was wrong. I cant just believe, that she actually went past me. Okay. When she did that, I was atleast expecting her to make it quick. She almost took about 5 mins. I am like, are you serious? Are you some sort of a retard? Damn. Any decent person would never do that. I atleast don’t expect, okay dint expect that at PVR. But then, now that I know, I do it.

That Friday evening was a special one. As I get to take a first look at the new born. Arav Sharma Valluri, the new baby boy of Valluri’s. Congratulations to Annaya-Vadina on the new born. You definitely have a lot coming up with Arav. J J On that note, I have a lot more to be written.  

To be continued...

Cheers..

Dev...

PS.. living life king size... ;) ;)