The Trip

Well this one has nothing to do with smoking or getting trippy; just a little about the few things I saw and remembered in these holidays of mine.

*Leaving Manipal was too funny and then very over-whelming.
At 6 in the morning, four loving friends come to drop me off at Udupi, only for me to find out that my reservation was wait-listed. We came back, had an awesome breakfast at Cosmo and then I took a flight instead. But leaving Singhvi's house in that cab with all those people on the gate was just welling me up, but I managed just fine.
*Delhi was fine for the few days i stayed there before heading to Lucknow. I just love observing traffic in the capital, I really don't know why. And when my driver/dad/bro are pulling their hair off and getting majorly pissed in the most chaotic jam ever, somehow, I find absolute harmony in that complete cacophony. *weird me*
*Lucknow was great! Home, my amazing friends whom I love and adore, eating all those things about which I salivate for the entire sem, making your friend cook an entire lunch alone, just for you, finding new lounges, hanging out at old places, visiting your school and your Principal and teachers calling your friend circle the naughtiest and brashest yet the best ever, being the laziest you've ever been in your life, losing your mom's 10-day old phone, sleeping till forever everyday, doing absolutely nothing on your last teen birthday, yapping on your parents' phones for hours [they pay the bill, why should i not talk] and missing your boyfriend like crazy everyday just made all the shit i went through in that month very bearable.
*I went to Badrinath and this place Mana [It's the last village on the Indo-China border], and it was such a needed break from the mad summer heat. I just wouldn't wear a sweater or jacket when it was chilling outside just to feel REALLLLLLY cold after REALLLLLY long; my cheeks and nose were always red, my hands and feet always stone cold and my nails always blue, and i absolutely loved it!
*Back in Delhi, shopping at Sarojini, going to old Delhi and Chandni Chowk with my dad, drinking with Singhvi at Manipal-cheap prices [Trust me!] and having a blast, meeting my sis and her gazillion American, French, whacked-out and gay [I-LOVE-THEM!] friends, hoping from one place to another, and never having to pay cause she earns was like just the icing I wanted on my humongous, multi-layered, amazing and unforgettable vacation cake!
Cheers!