Wandering expereinces, Running thoughts

Before I move on from the reek memories of what the last week’s whole journey made me notice and think for at least 5 minutes like Earth stand stood still.

Before you read through, I want to make sure that you understand my illegitimate language. I speak non-sense most of the times, so this shouldn’t come as a surprise or as part of criticism.

Before you make any judgments, let me be clear that I am not a very patriotic person. I love my country but the thought of dying for the country never appealed to me. So here I am, loving the diversity in my country like you love the different flavors in the ice-cream.

Farce is a word of I’d prefer to use for describe my last outdoor. To start with, I got a once in a lifetime opportunity to visit Mount Abu after years of petty fights with my parents to have the Abu breeze run though my face. Last week was nothing unoriginal because my Fam and I are great fans of adventures. We are like those spontaneous wild couples who’d like to make love in any damn place when the urge is in(Since I know, my parents will not be interested in reading my stories on pages like these, instead hear it from me). I leave the Mount Abu part aside. It was fun to be there, proper hill station n sorts. What makes me mention this place are the Gujaratis, let’s call me GJs urf Gujjus. They were all over the place. I was going to Ahmedabad after that. So I wasn’t really expecting this major company in advance. All I could hear was constant blabbering with “che”s at the end of each sentence. My dad is fluent is Gujarati, so he also joined them and irritated me. I don’t get irritated soon for that matter, don’t pester, you are safe!

10 reasons and facts combined that surprised, amazed and disgusted me at various times being in these two places.
1. GJs = chappad-chappad. If you find any gujju group with no loud discussion, I ll buy you a car. That’s all I can afford for now.
2. GJs’ mind = Only khaanapeena . Ahmedabad streets sleep very early; but eatery places are like honeycombs with no place for queenbee even.
3. Every cow in the state had big pointed horns. Scary but no harm. Gaumaata ki jai hai is the word!
4. Gujarat is as dry as their 365 dry days.
5. Every kid starts doing garba at the start of virtual garba tune music playing at the vicinity. It’s like they came out of the womb all trained with style.
6. Gujarat is supposed to be bandh for the Diwali week which makes the residents (which are generally non-GJs - poor my relatives! , who don’t go out during this time) buy groceries in advance for a week or two. Felt like there was some curfew there!
7. Mount Abu is a prime destination if you are a Brahmakumari bhakt. It seems relaxing but the hidden fact is none of the Rajasthanis want to be or can be a participant for their services. They despise them, because it is all about money.
8. Akshardam in Gandhinagar is the most attractive crowd spot. Liked this place for its equality stamp for rich and poor. There must be more places to see, but Damn Bandh in Gujurat.
9. First week of Diwali at Mount Abu = Ahmedabadis
Second week of Diwali at Mount Abu = Surat habitants
I needed a break and all I get is GJs everywhere and all the time at the right place, wrong time.
10. Random abusive words : I am going to be kind and apologize, unlike you :)


All in all, Gujarat and GJs badi item cheez hai bhidu! Someone asked me if it is in negative or positive way, I answered it to be in a neutral way. I wouldnt say I didnt like it, they are the way they are and it cannot be changed even for the generations to come.

I liked being in a different state than on my own, that is more important.

Lesson: Let's just say, they showed me another way of leading life other than my own :)

Back to Square one

Hola my blog, it’s been so so so long, that I have even opened this account. This is not a typical open day that I used to have whenever there was pelting of stones at me for some reason by some 3^rd party group of stupid comrades or online junkie friends. I write in a diary and those are worth reading, only for moi! :D

I have come to realize that, I can never be an orator(can be an instructor with a pointed wooden scale*evil laugh*), thanks to extempore skills that I have embellished (read vomit). Mind you (Enna rascala effect), point to me a finger, I will slap or maybe casually kill you for just cornering me. Ajay Devgan from Golmaal 3 in town! O.o

So much deviation from my reason of opening this so called diary of mine! Well read on, my girl on move for an excuse to have learnt something(btw, that’s my writing pad all about).

**noting that I am a horrible blogger, I have edited some of previous blogs, which I thought would mean something if make the edit. Most of it is written when I speak to myself, which again most of time makes no sense to anyone, including me.

Why Red?! because I am embarrassed reading my previous writings, it is despise in disguise. Thankful, that I am wise and grown(thinking!!! still confused? yes, I am)