Someone sang about the rain!

It’s no use someone like me going to the pubs. I don’t drink, and my elements don’t allow me to enjoy the music plays. I like when Jim Morrison sings to me alone in the darkness. I mean I like listening to the music at the comfort of my dirty apartment, well that is. Anyway, we went to Purple Haze ystday. Page3 personality Ms Mahi arrived fashionably late ( she never was unfashionably on time, tht now is a different story. Yo got high on his Good old gone Goa days. Some men in tight shirts and tighter pants strutted their stuff and shook their head to ‘Highway to Hell’ I get darn irritated when some start singing along with Hotel California and Pink Flyod. May be I am just being rude. Couldn’t be anything more, esp now that I nurse a bad headache, an article to finish and just a sticky thing they call magi noodles to brighten my spirits. I hate everyone at this moment! Hey, before I forget, we got the first spring showers yesterday. Ummm…as I walked out of the blaring music and blue corridors to the road, some fool whispered to his mate “ I love the smell of rain.” Tell me someone who doesn't arggghhhh…….

Purple haze people

Purple haze people

Mahi the party hopper, scream of the gang called begging for a break.
Charmer that is Yogesh aka Yo will join us at Purple Haze.
They will drink to glory while I will fiddle with my modest “lemon soda.” Three pair of white teeth and some mindless chatter will declutter my mind. More of the rendezvous tomo!

At last I am here!

Let me welcome myself, since there is no one to.

This whole thing seems very very hostile and alien to me. But I have to tell that I am feeling some kind of an adrenalin rush, like this is some kind of a discovery! I remind myself that I am the nth blogger, like to philosophically speaking, speck in the universe etc..etc. I bet any 7th standarder can beat me on my understanding of this blog thingy. :-( Anyway, now that I am here, this is gonna be my secret labyrynth. la..la..la boy! You know how I feel freeeeeee...