Every night I waited for you
My door never closed before you
But alas...for a week where have you been
Where did thou disappear...
Its the same blood that runs in our bodies
Its the same place we both liked
My arms miss your kisses...
Oh my dearest...
Is it the weed?
Is it the people around?
Is it the rains?
What prolongs your visit?
Upon the hills I searched
Down in the valleys I wailed
Like a bee looking for a flower
I searched for you night after night
Now I am not so much of a bitch
To let others upon me
Like a lover waiting his beloved
I shall wait for your itchy kiss...
Oh my dear mosquito...
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Unnamed...
God
There are truths that I know of, but can’t practice.
There are reasons I know are logical, but can’t accept it.
There are trusts that are vanishing, of which I have no grip.
There are relationships which hurt, but I can’t let go of it.
There are actions that require no justification, but still I ask for one.
There is a rationale I can see, but can’t reason it
There is a correct I can feel, but can’t conform to it
There is a feeling in the air which I can’t name
And that is the center of my happiness now.
There are truths that I know of, but can’t practice.
There are reasons I know are logical, but can’t accept it.
There are trusts that are vanishing, of which I have no grip.
There are relationships which hurt, but I can’t let go of it.
There are actions that require no justification, but still I ask for one.
There is a rationale I can see, but can’t reason it
There is a correct I can feel, but can’t conform to it
There is a feeling in the air which I can’t name
And that is the center of my happiness now.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Hyderabad Central University
For everyone there is a place, a mentoring ground; from where you learned the most in life. Maybe the hard way, maybe through fun…maybe through a combination of both.
Back in 2007, when I entered the gates of this 2500 acre campus called Hyderabad Central University (HCU), little did I imagine that, that when I walk out of this gate I would be a changed man. Little did I fathom that walking out of that place is not as easy as you think it is. We form a bond with nature, with the many creatures of that place which for the most part are humans!
In between the long winding roads and lakes, walks and time spent with a couple of people, between those innumerable cups of chai and from those many many VC rocks parties…That place, HCU has taught me many a thing, and for the most part helped me reaffirm certain truths and realities I always brushed aside.
•Somebody who speaks good English is not the one who knows the most or the most knowledgeable of all.
•Night is that dark side of the day people so call to get some rest or to drink
•Intoxication is not a crime…its just a way of life
•Long walks are the best. They help calm and ease yourself.
•It is not what you wear that matters, nor is it how you wear. It is what you know. Now I smirk at corporate dressing. It is a bloody farce.
•It is ridiculous to spend 100 bucks on a coffee at one of those national or international coffee joints. And you should shop only when there is a discount sale in progress.
•Chai is a mass drink. It helps discussion and we almost all the time end up learning something new, be it music, movies, Foucalt, Adorno or sex.
•For every rascal god makes an angel.
•It taught me to have faith in myself. Only then can I have faith in others and the world.
•Last but not the least, the best of all…It taught me the art of thinking. It opened my ‘doors of perception’. The place gifted me some of the best people in my life. Helped me make some brilliant new ones and reaffirm and concrete the one I knew I before entering the place.
These are just some fragments of what you learn and get out of the place. Everyday HCU has something new in store for you and there lay the mystery and the beauty of the place.
I can’t say I have changed completely, but I…I am not the same old Arun John anymore. I owe a lot of what I am now to that geographic mystic space called HYDERABAD CENTRAL UNIVERSITY. Hail to thee…
Back in 2007, when I entered the gates of this 2500 acre campus called Hyderabad Central University (HCU), little did I imagine that, that when I walk out of this gate I would be a changed man. Little did I fathom that walking out of that place is not as easy as you think it is. We form a bond with nature, with the many creatures of that place which for the most part are humans!
In between the long winding roads and lakes, walks and time spent with a couple of people, between those innumerable cups of chai and from those many many VC rocks parties…That place, HCU has taught me many a thing, and for the most part helped me reaffirm certain truths and realities I always brushed aside.
•Somebody who speaks good English is not the one who knows the most or the most knowledgeable of all.
•Night is that dark side of the day people so call to get some rest or to drink
•Intoxication is not a crime…its just a way of life
•Long walks are the best. They help calm and ease yourself.
•It is not what you wear that matters, nor is it how you wear. It is what you know. Now I smirk at corporate dressing. It is a bloody farce.
•It is ridiculous to spend 100 bucks on a coffee at one of those national or international coffee joints. And you should shop only when there is a discount sale in progress.
•Chai is a mass drink. It helps discussion and we almost all the time end up learning something new, be it music, movies, Foucalt, Adorno or sex.
•For every rascal god makes an angel.
•It taught me to have faith in myself. Only then can I have faith in others and the world.
•Last but not the least, the best of all…It taught me the art of thinking. It opened my ‘doors of perception’. The place gifted me some of the best people in my life. Helped me make some brilliant new ones and reaffirm and concrete the one I knew I before entering the place.
These are just some fragments of what you learn and get out of the place. Everyday HCU has something new in store for you and there lay the mystery and the beauty of the place.
I can’t say I have changed completely, but I…I am not the same old Arun John anymore. I owe a lot of what I am now to that geographic mystic space called HYDERABAD CENTRAL UNIVERSITY. Hail to thee…
Monday, August 9, 2010
My dear friend...
How I miss you my friend…
You’ve been there whenever I needed. I couldn’t have asked for a better protection than you…but still in spite of all this, In spite of being with me for more than a year…I lost you! I am shameful and depressed about it. I’ll miss you my pair of Aviators. The dark green shades you were.
I might be able to find or afford a better one in a few days time. I might be able to find one which even looks like you…but let me tell you this wherever you are my friend, I won’t love them as much as I loved you. I’ve seen the world through you and you’ve always been the perfect prism for it. You have helped me mask my emotions and my stares at various people. Thanks again.
I hope whoever is lucky enough to possess you next treats you with due respect and dignity. I know unless they are as blinded by love as much as I am they won’t be able to see through you. You were my very own custom made powered sunglasses…
I’ll miss you!
You’ve been there whenever I needed. I couldn’t have asked for a better protection than you…but still in spite of all this, In spite of being with me for more than a year…I lost you! I am shameful and depressed about it. I’ll miss you my pair of Aviators. The dark green shades you were.
I might be able to find or afford a better one in a few days time. I might be able to find one which even looks like you…but let me tell you this wherever you are my friend, I won’t love them as much as I loved you. I’ve seen the world through you and you’ve always been the perfect prism for it. You have helped me mask my emotions and my stares at various people. Thanks again.
I hope whoever is lucky enough to possess you next treats you with due respect and dignity. I know unless they are as blinded by love as much as I am they won’t be able to see through you. You were my very own custom made powered sunglasses…
I’ll miss you!
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Its again the F word
A letter to familiarity
Oh Dear Familiarity thou art weird and unassuming.
The lack of it, you're branded a stranger...
The excess of it, you become a pain...
Is there something called a balanced familiar situation?
A some sort of politically correct familiar distance?
Oh familiarity...if you breed contempt, how on earth do marriages and relationships exist!!!
If thou says you could breed hatred then...how do human relations exist!
Ah...Thou art a wily wicked chap
Men or women don't delight me...but you do Familiarity
But let me warn you my friend...if someday I come across you,
I am going to strangle you by the throat and make you my slave
I am going to lock you in the dungeons
Oh Dear Familiarity thou art weird and unassuming.
The lack of it, you're branded a stranger...
The excess of it, you become a pain...
Is there something called a balanced familiar situation?
A some sort of politically correct familiar distance?
Oh familiarity...if you breed contempt, how on earth do marriages and relationships exist!!!
If thou says you could breed hatred then...how do human relations exist!
Ah...Thou art a wily wicked chap
Men or women don't delight me...but you do Familiarity
But let me warn you my friend...if someday I come across you,
I am going to strangle you by the throat and make you my slave
I am going to lock you in the dungeons
Saturday, May 29, 2010
F for Freedom
When the Free Software Foundation tagline read “Free as in Freedom, not Free beer” it struck me for the creative genius which worked behind this. But now sitting at home which I had left three years back for my education and then my studies, I can very well understand the huge difference between the ‘free’ in free beer and freedom.
When I was a young boy of 8 and went to Junior school wearing shorts freedom meant writing with a pen, if possible a red ink or a green ink one since that is what teachers used, or swinging on the play ground or on the merry-go-round for as long as you wished. After that when graduated to senior school but still wearing shorts...playing as much as I liked, staying back for the second trip and coming back home an hour later than usual, having food from the canteen and not carrying it from home was freedom, at the pinnacle of it! It is quite amusing to notice how friends are everything for us, whatsoever it is for a certain period of time. For me it started by my matriculation and stretched into late degree years. Ah, freedom then was hanging out with them, going for movies with them, wasting money on insane pasta’s as one of my friends put it. Freedom also meant staying out late till night. There was a complete disregard for whatever parents said. Denial for everything else except friends was freedom.
Now to me, freedom doesn’t mean the old trivial yet great things during those times. Freedom is what makes a man. Freedom as in not hanging out with friends or not having beer and listening to Floyd on a terrace. Freedom to think, to act, to react. It is only when you have that freedom can you be a better individual. You become an individual when you start to live alone and when to start to think by yourself. I stayed alone in Hyderabad and I feel that has made me a better individual. The only time I had company was when my friend came over for dinner, that too for an hour or so at the max. I had the, if I can call it...the freedom to read what I wanted, to see what I liked, to eat what I liked, to wear what I wished, to speak to whom I liked, to invite home without consulting anyone else, to sleep when I pleased, to bathe when I willed and to go out at leisure. Now all these might be very trivial things...but for me, I believe I am a better individual because of all these factors. But... Freedom is dangerous too; it makes you responsible for yourself. I consider privileged for having my freedom though. Now when I am at home and I am denied certain parts of the above mentioned freedom’s I realise how much they meant to me.
Bono of U2 said “The theory of procrastination is thus- do not put off till tomorrow what you can for the day after, unless of course it is freedom”. I guess we can survive without anything, but not without freedom. Freedom of thought, of expression, of vision, of action, of reaction...
Freedom maketh a man.
When I was a young boy of 8 and went to Junior school wearing shorts freedom meant writing with a pen, if possible a red ink or a green ink one since that is what teachers used, or swinging on the play ground or on the merry-go-round for as long as you wished. After that when graduated to senior school but still wearing shorts...playing as much as I liked, staying back for the second trip and coming back home an hour later than usual, having food from the canteen and not carrying it from home was freedom, at the pinnacle of it! It is quite amusing to notice how friends are everything for us, whatsoever it is for a certain period of time. For me it started by my matriculation and stretched into late degree years. Ah, freedom then was hanging out with them, going for movies with them, wasting money on insane pasta’s as one of my friends put it. Freedom also meant staying out late till night. There was a complete disregard for whatever parents said. Denial for everything else except friends was freedom.
Now to me, freedom doesn’t mean the old trivial yet great things during those times. Freedom is what makes a man. Freedom as in not hanging out with friends or not having beer and listening to Floyd on a terrace. Freedom to think, to act, to react. It is only when you have that freedom can you be a better individual. You become an individual when you start to live alone and when to start to think by yourself. I stayed alone in Hyderabad and I feel that has made me a better individual. The only time I had company was when my friend came over for dinner, that too for an hour or so at the max. I had the, if I can call it...the freedom to read what I wanted, to see what I liked, to eat what I liked, to wear what I wished, to speak to whom I liked, to invite home without consulting anyone else, to sleep when I pleased, to bathe when I willed and to go out at leisure. Now all these might be very trivial things...but for me, I believe I am a better individual because of all these factors. But... Freedom is dangerous too; it makes you responsible for yourself. I consider privileged for having my freedom though. Now when I am at home and I am denied certain parts of the above mentioned freedom’s I realise how much they meant to me.
Bono of U2 said “The theory of procrastination is thus- do not put off till tomorrow what you can for the day after, unless of course it is freedom”. I guess we can survive without anything, but not without freedom. Freedom of thought, of expression, of vision, of action, of reaction...
Freedom maketh a man.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Of the Kumbh and my country
If looked from above, from a high pedestal, you wouldn’t see six kilometres of the black road. But you’ll find a crowd, a huge multi coloured mass moving in one direction chanting names of Ram and Ganga Mayya. I consider myself lucky to have witnessed the largest mass gathering for a festival in the world- The Kumbh Mela
The Kumbh for me beheld no religious excitement and the prospect of bathing in the Ganges held no thrill. But witnessing the mass was. The main bathing ghat called Har ki Pauri where the Ganges is widest at Haridwar witnesses each year a cross section of the Indian population and foreigners too, only this year I was also part of that gathering. It was indeed quite wondrous for a city bred lad who considers himself modern in the purity of the word to see a chunk of the Indian society of which he is also a part of want to wash away their sins in the holy river which is the life blood of the Indian subcontinent.
Less that 3 days before the Maha Kumbh, I was in Delhi where globalisation and what not has taken its toll. We were put up in a small room which they claim is an International guest house for Rs 3000 a night for 4 people. Not more than 230 kilometres further north is Rishikesh where we had to stay for 2 nights since accommodation at Haridwar was almost impossible unless u wanted one of those fine river cooled banks. A room for 3 came for 600 bucks a night. It gave me hope. The people were much more friendly and simple unlike a metropolitan where selfishness was the order of the day. The average man who doesn’t have five star education and latest technological gadgets seemed much better individuals. On the flip side, they’re the most gullible people around and that explained the existence of so many godmen and fake swamis around the area.
I walked around the whole of Rishikesh and Haridwar with my friends who were new to North India, their excitement at seeing a new part of the country was infectious. Each place had a uniqueness, be it cuisine, people, landscape...I can’t put my finger on one and say, yes this is what I like the best. It is a mixture of various factors. We were in Dehradun at a waterfalls named Sahastrdhara. After having our fair share of fun in the icy water we came up and sat on a restaurant overlooking the waterfall having bread pakoda and chai...I couldn’t help think for a minute, what all could I experience if I could be there for a day more...but alas time was against me.
The great place, India my country is...It surprises me every day. I was having a small chai-samosa chat with one of my ex teachers a couple of days ago. She was telling me that she wants to travel abroad, at which instance I narrated my experience of this recent trip. Her reply to why she doesn’t want to travel much in India was quite amusing... “At my age I can’t travel in India, there is so much to see...if I want to see at least one state, I need to spend at least a month there and then start to unravel the place. Whereas if I go to some foreign country like Singapore or Maldives, it is all over in a weeks’ time. I would’ve finished seeing the country in a short span” This is the expanse of the country we live in. My mission now is to see my country in all its beauty and mystifying glamour before I even venture out to see other places.
I am not a patriot only when there is a cricket match or a hockey tournament. I have always regarded my patriotism as something born out of the physical beauty and the glamour the country holds. One walk from the Rashtrapati Bhavan to the India Gate, was enough for me to salute the great nation I live in.
So true are our text books. As a child I also grew up reading the drab text books saying, India is a multi lingual, multi ethnic, multi...what not country. But to truly understand it and be part of a huge culture, you need to feel it, experience it, be with the people, talk their language, have their food, their drinks and dance and sing with them...thank god my journey has just started...
The Kumbh for me beheld no religious excitement and the prospect of bathing in the Ganges held no thrill. But witnessing the mass was. The main bathing ghat called Har ki Pauri where the Ganges is widest at Haridwar witnesses each year a cross section of the Indian population and foreigners too, only this year I was also part of that gathering. It was indeed quite wondrous for a city bred lad who considers himself modern in the purity of the word to see a chunk of the Indian society of which he is also a part of want to wash away their sins in the holy river which is the life blood of the Indian subcontinent.
Less that 3 days before the Maha Kumbh, I was in Delhi where globalisation and what not has taken its toll. We were put up in a small room which they claim is an International guest house for Rs 3000 a night for 4 people. Not more than 230 kilometres further north is Rishikesh where we had to stay for 2 nights since accommodation at Haridwar was almost impossible unless u wanted one of those fine river cooled banks. A room for 3 came for 600 bucks a night. It gave me hope. The people were much more friendly and simple unlike a metropolitan where selfishness was the order of the day. The average man who doesn’t have five star education and latest technological gadgets seemed much better individuals. On the flip side, they’re the most gullible people around and that explained the existence of so many godmen and fake swamis around the area.
I walked around the whole of Rishikesh and Haridwar with my friends who were new to North India, their excitement at seeing a new part of the country was infectious. Each place had a uniqueness, be it cuisine, people, landscape...I can’t put my finger on one and say, yes this is what I like the best. It is a mixture of various factors. We were in Dehradun at a waterfalls named Sahastrdhara. After having our fair share of fun in the icy water we came up and sat on a restaurant overlooking the waterfall having bread pakoda and chai...I couldn’t help think for a minute, what all could I experience if I could be there for a day more...but alas time was against me.
The great place, India my country is...It surprises me every day. I was having a small chai-samosa chat with one of my ex teachers a couple of days ago. She was telling me that she wants to travel abroad, at which instance I narrated my experience of this recent trip. Her reply to why she doesn’t want to travel much in India was quite amusing... “At my age I can’t travel in India, there is so much to see...if I want to see at least one state, I need to spend at least a month there and then start to unravel the place. Whereas if I go to some foreign country like Singapore or Maldives, it is all over in a weeks’ time. I would’ve finished seeing the country in a short span” This is the expanse of the country we live in. My mission now is to see my country in all its beauty and mystifying glamour before I even venture out to see other places.
I am not a patriot only when there is a cricket match or a hockey tournament. I have always regarded my patriotism as something born out of the physical beauty and the glamour the country holds. One walk from the Rashtrapati Bhavan to the India Gate, was enough for me to salute the great nation I live in.
So true are our text books. As a child I also grew up reading the drab text books saying, India is a multi lingual, multi ethnic, multi...what not country. But to truly understand it and be part of a huge culture, you need to feel it, experience it, be with the people, talk their language, have their food, their drinks and dance and sing with them...thank god my journey has just started...
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
It is all in a name!
We all come into this world without anything, but go with a name. For example I was born son of John Mary and Prema John. Weight- 2.5 kg. But when I die it will be Arun John (1986-!!!!). I have my name to go with me.
I consider myself very fortunate that I have a good name to call myself, a rather common name but still you would think it is a weird name. Now let me admit, I have been a very mean person. I have asked some people their name and when it sounded weird I have laughed and spread the word that so and so guy/girl has a very funny name!
Naming is not limited to just naming people, be it naming political parties, auto rickshaws, movies, shops! At this point I am forced to ask myself a couple of questions...
Why would anyone name a party DIC(K)? Trust me...the nonagenarian from Kerala Mr K. Karunakaran did name his party that. Expanded it reads Democratic Indira Congress (Karunakaran)....but who cares!
What crime did Hussain commit before birth to get the initials MF? ...And Sheila Dikshit!!!
Why did the lady who liked Darjeeling so much name her own son Darjeeling!!! I heard America too
You might not believe me but there are people walking with the names Emergency, Particular, Prophecy etc...
I know somebody whose second name was Bang!!! However you pronounce it.
Why do Malayali’s name their wards after their dad and mom? For example if the kids name is Thangamma, there are high chances that the father’s name is Thangachan and mother’s name Ponnamma. If a person’s name is Sheeja, the chances are the father’s name will be Shivan or Shashi and mother’s name Jancy, Janu etc...
I saw a Tiffin box brand name ‘Hot Guy’. I can’t help assume this was a marketing strategy. Like a girl could message her friend...“I am taking the ‘hot guy’ home” and she wouldn’t be bluffing.
It is true, all of us are not blessed with awesome names...but I am happy that my parents weren’t one of those who vowed that they would break all conventional naming patterns.
The list can never end. Dearest readers of my blog...do post anything funny you find like this. I wouldn’t mind a good laugh.
I consider myself very fortunate that I have a good name to call myself, a rather common name but still you would think it is a weird name. Now let me admit, I have been a very mean person. I have asked some people their name and when it sounded weird I have laughed and spread the word that so and so guy/girl has a very funny name!
Naming is not limited to just naming people, be it naming political parties, auto rickshaws, movies, shops! At this point I am forced to ask myself a couple of questions...
Why would anyone name a party DIC(K)? Trust me...the nonagenarian from Kerala Mr K. Karunakaran did name his party that. Expanded it reads Democratic Indira Congress (Karunakaran)....but who cares!
What crime did Hussain commit before birth to get the initials MF? ...And Sheila Dikshit!!!
Why did the lady who liked Darjeeling so much name her own son Darjeeling!!! I heard America too
You might not believe me but there are people walking with the names Emergency, Particular, Prophecy etc...
I know somebody whose second name was Bang!!! However you pronounce it.
Why do Malayali’s name their wards after their dad and mom? For example if the kids name is Thangamma, there are high chances that the father’s name is Thangachan and mother’s name Ponnamma. If a person’s name is Sheeja, the chances are the father’s name will be Shivan or Shashi and mother’s name Jancy, Janu etc...
I saw a Tiffin box brand name ‘Hot Guy’. I can’t help assume this was a marketing strategy. Like a girl could message her friend...“I am taking the ‘hot guy’ home” and she wouldn’t be bluffing.
It is true, all of us are not blessed with awesome names...but I am happy that my parents weren’t one of those who vowed that they would break all conventional naming patterns.
The list can never end. Dearest readers of my blog...do post anything funny you find like this. I wouldn’t mind a good laugh.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Chinna break
Hi All
Sorry for the long break. I was on a vacation and still is. My stint with Delhi is over and my stunt with life is taking a new turn. Very true to the phrase "Like a rolling Stone" I've decided to be just to it. I am going to do a program with the All India Radio, Hyderabad on the History of Rock ( and I mean the music genre!) by mid March.
I am in God's own country now and I am enjoying my stay here. Will get back to you all real soon with some bullshit or the other. Till then okka chinna break mamu!
Sorry for the long break. I was on a vacation and still is. My stint with Delhi is over and my stunt with life is taking a new turn. Very true to the phrase "Like a rolling Stone" I've decided to be just to it. I am going to do a program with the All India Radio, Hyderabad on the History of Rock ( and I mean the music genre!) by mid March.
I am in God's own country now and I am enjoying my stay here. Will get back to you all real soon with some bullshit or the other. Till then okka chinna break mamu!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Delhi Diaries
Yet another chapter is coming to an end. In another week I shall wave good bye to Delhi at least for the time being. Being in the media and aspiring to do something good for the nation (Now don't say, go die!) New Delhi is inevitable. How much ever you don't like the place it beholds a zillion opportunities.
Every time I go back from Delhi after my short stay I go back a wiser man, or at least I think so. This stint was no different. Delhi taught me many things:
(1) Police all over the country are fools, some are bloody fools (they try to enforce the law).
(2) Delhi's street book shops and second hand book shops have a better collection than the actual high rated book shops in the place.
(3) People in Delhi so want to look good that they forget to actually be good.
(4) It doesn't matter where you are working or what you are working as, it all depends on how you work (Recent discovery- UNESCO driver owns a Honda City and a Merc A class).
(5) When you hire a rickshaw if the driver quotes a sum, quote ten less than half the amount unless the sum is less than 30. For eg: If the driver says 100 say 40.
(6) The best way to make friends in Delhi is by swearing in Hindi and letting others know you know those words.
(7) A quarter bottle of rum is as expensive as a bottle of mineral water or slightly higher.
(8) Aaloo is the national vegetable. It is A-loo or no to loo.
(9) If you ever feel like enjoying nature and going for a walk, take a train and go to Haryana or Haridwar, it is just not possible in Delhi.
(10) Delhi traffic is so pathetic that you can walk the distance faster.
(11) Even before the latest t shirts and gadgets hit the market, try going to palika bazar of chor bazar...chances are you'll see them coming out only next week in the actual stores but you can for sure pick up an authentic fake one off there.
(12) And last but not the least, if you ever develop a fever, always consult a doctor, a good one too! Chances are it is not just a fever, there might be some attached file with it.
Every time I go back from Delhi after my short stay I go back a wiser man, or at least I think so. This stint was no different. Delhi taught me many things:
(1) Police all over the country are fools, some are bloody fools (they try to enforce the law).
(2) Delhi's street book shops and second hand book shops have a better collection than the actual high rated book shops in the place.
(3) People in Delhi so want to look good that they forget to actually be good.
(4) It doesn't matter where you are working or what you are working as, it all depends on how you work (Recent discovery- UNESCO driver owns a Honda City and a Merc A class).
(5) When you hire a rickshaw if the driver quotes a sum, quote ten less than half the amount unless the sum is less than 30. For eg: If the driver says 100 say 40.
(6) The best way to make friends in Delhi is by swearing in Hindi and letting others know you know those words.
(7) A quarter bottle of rum is as expensive as a bottle of mineral water or slightly higher.
(8) Aaloo is the national vegetable. It is A-loo or no to loo.
(9) If you ever feel like enjoying nature and going for a walk, take a train and go to Haryana or Haridwar, it is just not possible in Delhi.
(10) Delhi traffic is so pathetic that you can walk the distance faster.
(11) Even before the latest t shirts and gadgets hit the market, try going to palika bazar of chor bazar...chances are you'll see them coming out only next week in the actual stores but you can for sure pick up an authentic fake one off there.
(12) And last but not the least, if you ever develop a fever, always consult a doctor, a good one too! Chances are it is not just a fever, there might be some attached file with it.
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