Just before yawning, my say

With prolonged absence from bloggy and so many things happening in my life, I have tons to talk about. But the usual lazy me refrains from waking up brainy, making him type words, draft an insensible post and actually posting it. My hibernation from my dear lappy has been so bad that I have forgotten most of my login passwords. The once-upon-a-time-net-savvy-me has been a lappy angutha chap. Sigh.

Just to add to the shocked look on your face, I have not checked orkut for a month now, yahoo mail is ignored for 20 days now and I have not read any any any blogs. See, thats how slothful I have turned into. Nah, me is not to be blamed. Left to me, I would have blissfully slept for the best part of the day, flipped channels, browsed net to my dear heart’s content and watched the dear old sun set lazily into the Arabian Sea.

But my Mom lets no such thing. She ensures that even the devil in me is busy with her hyper schedules. One can actually see me using my otherwise much preserved brains. To say, I am assisting her in her business but trust me, she has made me a bonded labor. I am actually planning to use the 6 steps to leave the planet given by Douglas Adams in his Hitchhikers guide to galaxy.

If you wonder how I got the time to post now, lemme me explain. I type on my lappy when I am free; the saved file is then transferred into the flash drive; the file from the flash drive is loaded into the desktop at home; and only then it is loaded into the blogger. Such troubles for the poor little me.

Anyway, I have decided that I need to religiously browse the net at least once in a week to use my share of browsing on my Bro’s comp. er, you see, back in Mlore, I am supposed to share everything with a seventeen year old confused soul. And he thinks gluing his nose to the comp is the coolest thing in the universe next to the ‘sms’ punching. Hence, I have demanded my share of browsing too.

The happening things in my life include the food I have been mercilessly forcing on my already bloated balloon sized self. And mind you, I have no regrets. I am enjoying every morsel that I blissfully place in my mouth. Also, I made my presence felt in all my favorite eateries here and many were delighted to have me back. I guess they are glad that their sales will rocket high in days to come.

One thing that hasn’t changed from US to Mlore is my obsession for the Pokiri songs. That’s a Mahesh Babu starred Telugu movie with a sexy babe who kept making silly faces in the whole movie. I love the songs of this movie for their beats and rhythm. I have no clue what the lyrics mean but I believe they must be interesting as Mahesh Babu smiles while singing them. Btw, he is the same dude to whom our Namrata Shirodkar chick is married to and he acts really well. But, not as smart as our Johny boy, sorry; MY Johny boy.

As for today’s news, it was Dev's B'day and it was really a lot of fun with him treating us for lunch. He might upload all the photos sometime soon and also a complete update about the cake cutting thingy. After all the eating, I am really tired and its my time to sleep. Yawn.

Travelling back all the time zones

I am back in Mangalore. That very much explains my prolonged absence from all the channels which showed the distinct signs of me being alive.

Yes, finally I am back in Mlore and back in complete action. Although the so said ‘action’ will be less frequent owing to the obnoxious schedule my dear Mom has for me. I trust some people will be sighing a moov waala “aah-se-aahhaa-tak” relief but knowing me, I will make the best of the little time I have.

First, my flight from US to Blore was very eventful with the best part spent snoring. Surprisingly, I never felt even the slightest twang of pain or ‘god-I-don’t-wanna-leave-US’ type ka feelings. I guess I lived my life to the max while I was given the golden chance and now I was going back to where I belonged. It was just another much traveled trips for me before I went back home. I was more eager to see who would give me company for the 14 long hours of flight.

Luckily or otherwise, I had the deemed pleasure of having all the 3 seats to myself. Yes, trust me. The fully booked flight had 2 vacant seats next to me and I slept solid with 3 pillows, 3 blankets stretched across 3 seats. Some people are very lucky I say.

We had a small transit in Taipei, Taiwan where I fully dedicated the given 2 hours on duty free shopping. I must admit that I am totally impressed with this dollar thing. You can exchange it for any currency without any hassle. The people in this international airport spoke very little, rather no English. You ask them anything and they will show you their calci with the dollar value. I tried very hard to ask for a particular variety of chocolate and the pretty lady just told me “local money”.

The next few hours to Kuala Lumpur were spent watching Khosla ka Ghosla and some Tamil movie. The former one was real funny low budget movie but a total time pass and the later one was Kamal Hassan and Jyothika starred suspense one. I really liked both the movies. Yeah, I must mention the food and hospitality of the Malaysian Airlines was totally awesome. Junta, please fly Malaysia.

Now, when you have a full day at your own sweet disposal and a transit visa in hand, how do you not tour around Malaysia? Yeas, I did the same thing, touring around Malaysia. Complete details coming up in the next blog. I had a wonderful time with 4 just-like-me-insane people who took the tours with the same guide. We all had a great time I guess, coz I dint meet them after reaching the airport.

My flight back to Blore was drowned with all the excited me jumping in the seat and an exhausted Japanese some big-shot for Wipro next to me. He was trying very hard to ask me a few things with his real limited English and I gave him some fundu updates in my animated language, call it what may, but it definitely wasn’t English for all I know. The flight kept hovering above Blore unable to land due to bad weather. I was in mood to jump into a dance for ‘Swades’ song but I really dint want to scare the Wipro guy. It was his first time in India. And I also somewhat convinced him to try the auto rickshaw. I wonder what happened next.

Anyway, home coming was simply great. Just great. Simply great. Add all the superlatives, that great. Nothing beats to being at home with loved ones.

Let me just stop with that.