Bonjour my friends! I am back. I was little busy hunting for water back home. Unlike NASA, I went without Robot though. However, it did cost me the same. Budget wise, landing with few thousands dollar for me is no less of importance than Billion dollar hauling of NASA. I have to do it no matter how crumbled I am economically. Status quo, I guess. Tell you frankly, the hunt for water began right from the airport. I may have had shut my mouth up how I had managed to wipe my so called foreign arse inside my home but I missed no opportunity to talk about how inconvenient it was for me to use the public restrooms in the vicinity of Ratnapark. Here is my little assessment: I won't be surprised if people start buying mineral water to wipe their arse .....I say, do it. My motto is if you can afford it, do it at your best. Tyson used to take bubble bath in his Million dollar bathtub; Madonna, the honorary b**** from motor city still shakes her disbalanced booty..No problem. Do it within your own comfort zone. The doomsday is coming so I perhaps do not care about how people seem to behave erratically. On my way to work today, I saw this 59 yr old grandma playing this stupid x-box (I guess) in Subway. She was knifing, killing..jumping from parachute and what not! Those 15 minutes I had watched her play, she must have demolished at least seven skyscrapers and there I was silently paying my tribute to SONY; Thank you for rejuvenating this poor creature. Knifing earns no point whereas dismembering supersedes regular killings by 5 points. Bullet-in/Skull-out has the highest of all....And there you surpass all online gamers. Goodnight! see you tomorrow with more violence. No wonder the Dark night rose again.
 
I sometimes wonder where we are going. Of course, we are curious by nature. We see, we copy. Some folks do not even have to see to copy like our neighbours do. Laxmi Shaped candles for diwali are often get mass produced in Hu-nan province in China while there are numerous Indian grocery stores which sell pre-packed spices for Nepali MoMo mix. Good for folks like us who are busy making constitution. But, there are some significant developments in other areas back home. Infact, I am very pleased to see that good quality Nepali rated movies are as par with the foreign movies these days. I once thought I would have to be reborn for that. If I can get to watch such quality movies and that too in my mother tongue, I could not ask for more. I remember how I had to control myself to keep my protruding tongue in when I had watched that for the first time. Every M word infact was porn in disguised for me. This freakin F word has become nothing but just another verse of daily nuances which no longer carries any weight pornographically. But in the other hand, I feel little tingling inside when I hear these M words over and over again. That is called obscenity from heart. Yes! I am loving it. Shall I give Four X? No Wonder I used to spend most of my time looking for every possible bad words online. Google, the reliable source for all unreliable information had been providing lot of quality time in the past years until this thing called Facebook brought a sudden hiatus in my daily routine. I am still looking for ways to use this Facebook to get back into business though. "You can also visit Mastishare na, there only you can get wonderful hotties", Venkataraman once advised me with his thick Southern Indian accent when he abruptly caught me searching one day. One thing I like about Venkat is he never does copy the accent. Indians copy everything but accent. Believe me or not, it is universal truth. If it is within their reach, they would probably even axe every alphabet. "So, tyell me Tim where exaktly you did not understand, then only I can explain", I still remember Venkat making his voice loud and clear. Thirty seconds of dead air however did not do very good job for Tim to cover up that unsuccessful attempt to stay out of the context.
 
BTW, did you guys hear about this so called yogi name 'Kailasa' who has vowed since last 25 years not to take shower until his wife delivers a baby boy. No sign of smelly cat so far. "French only can sleep with him na", ponders Venkataraman. "Not too sure about them too V", my head turned 180 degree in antipathy. BTW, Venkat is now ‘V’ while my hometown 'Ram' became Raymond. This explains how
stupid we are comparatively. Just to please few Mikees here and there, Ram added complexity with Raymond while Venkat did super job in abbreviation. The misery is Ram still thinks he is the only Raymond in town, may be the only one with that black armpit hair vs. half dyed brown hair. So, Ram on arrival, F1 by law if not an unauthorized alien and finally the 'Raymond' without dignity ultimately settled down with 350 lber little town hottie while V has managed to outsource most of his Office IT jobs in his hometown, Trivendram. What a transition!!!
 
Last thing before I go, I want to end this rambling with the good news. Our own Sunny Leon, the Desi Canadian Gopini has recently been honoured as a chief-guest in India in the eve of Krishnastami. No Brainerd, even a 0.5K memory can connect the dots here. And, I can already hear the echo rising from Muralidhar’s flute in Dwarika.
 
Dance Sunny! dance... Dil Magey more.