For those of you who thought that I was killed by the devil himself and that was why i had gone missing from the blogging world, well i wasn't.
I just have been exported to kota(around 60 Km south of hell). Having suffered the brutality of coaching there(dnt worry i will talk abt it in my future posts), I decided two make a small stop back home, just to make sure i hadnt forgotten myself.
Meeting family n friends was part of the plan but the real reason was two visit the local mall. Crazy you may think bt it was in kota that i realised what an imp. part of my life it had become.....I had a lot of firsts there, first movie with my GF, first night club exp.(it has a top 5 club on the top floor), first warning by the restaurent manager two throw us out(they havnt stop till date), the embarresd looking teachers when we would ' accidently bump" into them as they try on tight tops and flarred jeans(to think of it they looked more focussed there then in the class), or our ever funny bakraish pranks like bargaining for a burger at Mc.donalds( we actually got a Rs.10 discount). And the venue was common for all these palces, the mall.

The visit was wonderfull, my kneeling salute at the entrance did embaress a few friends and made some shoppers think i had taken a wrong turn to the pyrimids.....but i could have cared the least.....I was at my base, at my mall....and a plate of momos to end the day, gave me a feeling that even tiger woods wont get after a hole-in-one........
And that is the feeling that fuels my life in Kota as i count down the days before i come back. Now i understand what John Denver ment when his voice echos through my headphones as he sings...
" there was something in this city he could not breath,
there was something in that city he could not leave"