trust me by the holiest of lords blessing Machu Pichu when i tell you im the last soul on the globally warmed planet to make a pass at anyone...flirting with a strange set of flesh and eyes gets me the same feeling i got while watching visual tortures like tashan... my near and dear ones know it..i know it....it's just aint me...


but i wasn't going to live with that image for the rest of my decaying life....so the day i set my bum on the "made to fit" seat of Go Air i told myself....years and years of morals and ethics have come crashing down to me...and here i am finally telling myself how my dreams are actually "my choices" .......cut it short...i was all planned to prove my friends wrong..and Goa was the ultimate place to do it...

im not getting to the nitty gritties of the trip..and how much i drank...and jumped in the pool..and jumped in the sea....and counted stars against sand particles...and shopped...and went paraglyding with the endless sea right before me...and blah blah blah blah.....(pics on facebook)

coming to the point.....the night before we were to return..all of got all dressed up to loosen up in the "oh so cool dude" place called Mambo's...the place is full of russians and israelis and pick ups from all exotic and not so exotic parts of the world....Very few Indians..It definately stood apart from all clubs i had seen in my city...ok let me divert from the topic again...before i move on.. let me tell you..."im just not into firangs" i have never been...and i dont see the idea popping up in my head one fine day...

but butt...when all of us were seated trying to get our brains intoxicated with Mohitos a friend of mine and i noticed this firang standing a few steps away from our seat...for a second i felt the seat under our non existent bum had blown away...this man by far in the history of my Gluttonous life was the most appealing piece of flesh and bones i had ever seen, imagined or sketched ....

and the best part...well he was smiling at us...all of his 32 teeth glowing with pride...there the mohito starting hitting us... finally...so my friend told me since i am very clearly getting a signal i should go and talk to him...me being me...decided not to..it was too early..and i didnt want to come across as someone desperate...an hour had passed by and the guy had stood and smiled from all possible angles around our radius...finally when i sat next to the bar...the guy comes right next to me.. smiles..and then comes and sits right next to my couch..."there" said my friend..."your the bitch of the first category if you let this chance go"...i looked at him saying to myself "serendipity you can do this" and then in a second got up..held Prateeks hand and walked off.....

that was by far one of the rudest things i could do to a man who looked like a greek god...i swear...you should have seen his charming face turn into an emu like figure...

i just couldnt do it...i just couldnt....

ive returned back hearing enough swears from my friends....

i might have made a few mistakes and even fewer blunders in my life...but i choose to do things as stubbornly as i can...a friend of mine told me i am too idealistic and i can never find an ideal man...not in this century.....

i disagree..

P.S. It's trekking in Gulmarg and Bunjee in Nepal next!



the life in me is the very air she breathes