Sunday 4 October, 2009

Farts, Burps and the Trip.  

Disclaimer : Sarcasm intended almost everywhere . I leave it to Your imagination .

“Farts are of two types. One, which makes noise and doesn’t smell. And another one which does not make any noise and smells” .Yes, we polluted a lot of air.
  Europe is far more beautiful than what they show in the movies. It’s a different tale to tell when you see it upfront. It’s like seeing a beauty and touching a beauty. You know the distinction now, don’t You? Mumbai, Turkey,Brussels and London just didn’t seem to end. Almost thought the entire trip would involve sleeping in big and long airports.
Sleep was of prime importance to me when I left from here to there. Only sleep could make my mouth open, involuntarily, at any given chance. What could I do? I had to sleep . I had no other option but to let it remain open. The worst part is that whenever I slept friends around would just pick  up something and put that something in my mouth. Trust me, it came in weird shapes and sizes.
They say too much of something is either too bad or just too good. We’ve had too much of both the good and the bad. And sometimes it turned ugly. But, things just got better as the days flew by. And so did the memories.
Somewhere in Belgium there is this city called Antwerp, the name we hadn’t ever heard. And with all the geography that You possess, I am sure even You couldn’t figure out where this place is. Once we figured out the place, we couldn’t figure out the make of the man who was supervising us. They called him Sankat. It goes with his name. At the end of it all that guy was termed as the smartest guy in the whole of Antwerp and Cambridge. God save all of them.
We thought being Indian was the best thing to do when you go to a Non-Indian place. We would shout on the streets, peep into their houses through very huge transparent windows. We would sneak the Cola products into our bags even when they were for free. Peeing on the streets of London was a thing to do. And even red telephone boxes were not spared. If that was not enough, we would continue staring at those kissing in the park until they were uncomfortable even holding hands.
We sometimes acted like them too. Did things which cannot be mentioned here, did things which cannot even be mentioned. Sat silently in lectures and slept a lot of times. Impressed them with a lot of stuff too, clapped proudly when India was mentioned and bunked classes for people we cared the most. We are like this and I am proud to be like this.
We’ve had friends who had got the whole of India along with them when it came to food. We set up food joints in rooms. The most popular being the A1 dhaba. Love those guys for what they had brought. Although, food wasn’t much of a concern , because all we had to do was find a Pizza Hut and order a large margarita and we were done for the day .And we could survive on it totally. Oh! And we surely had to have a coke in our hand. Water was expensive.
I have made really good friends, have tainted some and got some back. I am sure they had as much fun I had, If not more. Thank You all. Keep peeing on the roads. Not You.

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