so u all know im in delhi.. and so obviously im living in a PG with a variety of annoying northie people. this present situation is sucky as it is... but it gets suckier... i read a friend's blog and she kinda mentions another place i was living in and it kinda brought back some memories..

it really hasn't been that long since i moved out of bangalore but already i miss certain things about it... Stagthedog for one! and funnily enough i miss my depressing blue hostel room. it was a kind of room that u would feel very gloomy in if u weren't in good company... but that room that i shared with my darling kuttu has been the venue of so much in the past year and a half... for starters krusty was baptised in that room... long sessions of bitching and men bashing going on till the wee hours of the morning... eating parupa podi and rice... the pedicure sessions... the drinking parties... nights of staying up and studying for the exams and wanting to copyright "K for Kunt"... making khichdi and maggi and what not! the radio never went off in that room and while the music played along we fought, laughed, cried, made up and lived an era that i dont think any of us will ever forget... kuttu, tuns, ash and me... whatever happened later on between all of us... the times we spent there will never be rememebered with anything other than happiness...

but thats not the only home i had... i had 2 other homes in Bangy... one was stagthedog's house (yes i know he features a lot in this blog, but come on that guy is my world... this kinda thing happens when someone is that dear to you)... the other house was sulk boy and outofink's house. their apartment(?) was on top of a slaughter house and the staircase was bloody narrow and steep and always dark. the place itself was painted a dirty pink and green and the toilet had no flush (yes apparently that apartment was a part of the dark ages). but in a lot of ways the dirty pink flat was also home. its true that i dint spend as much time there as kuttu did... but nevertheless... the walls of the pink bedroom were adorned with a poster of a hot naked woman and keeping her company were music greats from every generation... from elvis to the beatles to b.b. king to madonna to U2 and robbie williams they were all there... up on that disgusting pink wall... and all that pinkness was witness to so many sulk sessions and monopply sessions... that was where i first threw up when i fell ill (hehehe)... there was grabbing and pummelling and tickling and snoring and oh so much more... there was michael buble singing "fever" through the night... there were panic attacks in the middle of the night coz well as usual we hadn't studied for the exam...

yes they were very good times!

and now god knows when i'll experience something like that again.... for now i have my jatty pg... and i can only pray to god that this experience is even one-tenth as fun as bangy was!

Sigh!