I have tried to tether few thoughts in this box (thinking Inside the box...sigh.. I can never be creative) which otherwise have never known any bounds with all of MY might, together with
-MY prejudices;
-beliefs;
-state of mind;
-friends.... accompanying Me;
-lovely ladies In PVR Mainstream (which Is at MGF Metropolitan Mall and not at Sahara Mall);
-and other things that can influence the flow and direction of thoughts of any sane mind which I dont claim to posses.
Like, who would like to think If FM radios In Gurgaon would like to air the news about which sector In A city of
Lets call Gurgaon A City of
Its bizarre!!...
You think so!!.. I BET you are not living in A city of
People who know Me, from Amity days, know it well that I am perfect at not reaching in time. This rare skill has taken good number of years, equal to those of my presence on earth to develop. I have unknowinlgy mastered this skill well. Somewhat like a fisherman developing a new style of kung-fu, call it The Iron Fish, by noticing that his body movements while throwing the net in water can be used to defend himself too. Completely natural at doing what he has to do and unaware of what it might lead to. Do all major Inventions take place in this way!! Lets hope MINE does.
The first reason for my friend's disbelief was that it was not raining over his balcony along with the plots of land where he says he lives. His balcony is in sector 40 of A city of
Somehow, I made my friend believe by stretching my arm out towards the sky and letting him hear the sweet sound of rain drops testing touch-screen function of MY MotoRokr (my darling). I delayed (doesnt it sound sweet) my visit until the rain mercifuly gave in to my longing for going out and not getting drenched.
Few minutes after the clock struck the right time (unofficial definition of being late), I ventured out on the road-cum-waterways of this dazzling City of
Focussing back on the rain, the rain set its spot light back on to Me. I had reached sector 39, place where my manager says I should work with lot more focus, intent and purpose and the place where I ask my manager to take care of my bank account. How could the caring sky there let anybody discover Me with soiled shoes?? It let itself open once again and it was pouring. Rain.. yet again.
However, knight and fear, these two words seems like have been picked from different planets. So, forward marched the Knight to embrace the scented drops of rain with smile and glory.
Within 7 more minutes of rain-pulsar show, the balcony and the plots of land where my friend says he lives were in sight. A pretty girl not standing in the front yard of her house. To catch a glimpse of her beauty, I had been in habit of taking not the first but second right turn. I felt bad. Why was not she there?? Even when It was not raining!!
It was not raining. Dont go back to read it again. I will write it for you. It was not raining. Within 14 minutes over a distance of 7 kms, My Pulsar and I had endured drastic change in weather.
After I had honked twice in front of my friend's house and was assured that he will be stepping out of the maingate on to the lands that held his house, balcony and the other plots of land where my friend said he lives, I had turned off powerful engine of my shining black Bagheera (panther, from the jungle book). I took a deep breath as I removed my head gear, to absorb any positive energy that rain might have brought with it. A kid standing In the balcony of adjacent house noticed my black princely locks of hair and yelled out
Oye GABBAR!!
Aye.. Ho
Still I thought It was good he didn't call Me Clown!!
The superficial Idea, apparent from this chain of events, is to evaluate the feasibility of providing weather Information by FM radios In Gurgaon (A city of
Disclaimer: Meanwhile, before you look out for a telephone directory to seek any enrichment through legal claims against Me, let Me clarify that I take no responsibility for the accuracy of the quantitative information provided in this space.
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