Happy New Year seems to be the simple way to get started on the first post of any year.
So even if you bother asking "what up, man?" after the New Year greetings, I will meet you with a pure blank expression stamped on my face because I'm in too much of a haze these days.
It's a foggy start. Aye, it is.
All those calls, texts and wishes to answer and then to wish those who were unceremonious enough to have forgotten to wish you.
I camped in Chandni Chowk today- nobody knew. Probably one or two friends. Yeah, dad would've gone into a cardiac arrest if he got to know that I took a bus to a metro station, took the metro, changed lines at Rajiv Chowk, stayed in Chandni Chowk for 4 whole hours and did the same on the way back- all by myself.
But on second thoughts, after having that cardiac arrest, he'd probably feel proud.
So No. I'm not telling him this anytime soon.
And while I'm at it, the one thing that I learnt was a thought- I like to be a loner. I like to think alone, be alone. Being a loner feels good. It's as if you're drugged.
Welcome 2011. You seem like a fat year, but you gave me a beautiful epiphany.