Clash Of The Titans

& how did it culminate...not with the consummate ease which defined the day....
Not the way i had wanted; or planned; not the way u call it a perfect day with a perfect end...
And i most certainly don't like it when u have a dabbling end.

It starts with a frantic stroll through dwindling lanes of Delhi-6 with clusters of houses over shops, n shops over houses...
or probably houses over houses n shops inside houses or houses inside shops....
n a clatter n a hubbub typical of downtown Banaras ( now i wdn't admit it to her, or else what happens to the rivalry)
Coz if Delhi were so similar to Godowlia ( old Varanasi) then wht wd i taunt her with all day....

n smell of kabbab fused with sandalwood or that with Gobi paranthas or old rugs....

N if u have to convince people in such sorroundings to let you film them, more so act the way u want then to, when the
Sun god intends to scorch ur skin ,or for that purpose the wrath of a certain Mr. Azad, u wd rather have better plans or immune system...

What consumes you more is all night partying; that to when you dont have a venue or ur dance floor is the roof of a Honda City
or ur dinner table the concretes of New Friends Colony and ur couch as random benches at Janpath and South Enclave.

When a bug called Ishi feeds on ur brain which hasnt had the liberty of shutting down for more than 72 hours by then , u wd
rather have a better defence mechanism. Even so if u gotta confront stray dogs ...courtesy Ishi who likes 2 irk them...

When u get abandoned at a platform which rescues to placate ur nerves on both forward and backward journey ; u had better
had a penchant for firmer mattresses...

How ironical is it then ; that even hours of waiting cannot deter ur spirit , hw paradoxical is it then that i have never
been so tired before and never so livelier.
Now i have been up for more than 72 hrs rather much much more...so ive been way tired than this...
n ofcourse when fresh...i wd tend 2 be much more livelier,,,,,

All i need is a small inspiration , but when it is as big as the delectable smile of Totti , as i said...
I have never been so tired n livelier at the same time...
Its just like when u r high !!

So, even when the whole male fraternity is tagged as hooligans , i dont get miffed ..
When im offered the shield ( a white dupatta here, which undoubtedly wd hve made me look sexier)
but i can bare the heat without it...(more so out of chivalry)..

And we are like gesticulating and talkin so lavishly and on topics so random that the daily commuters of Delhi metro
wd pass us as one of their own...When Totti falsely paints me as a poor actor durin Dumb charades just to overlook her actin skills...She comes across
as a rebellion..whose appalling expression i did manage to gather( on the ride whose pic u see above) though i let her foist herself as an intrepid "ride"r
, to the extent of a superwoman...

I would even let her buy the foolish 'pan' flavour of the kulfi and let her blame me for it in the end.
though i must say i tried the 'indian' kulfi for the very first time...guess they r nt so bad afterall....

Now i could recount for you..more serious talks, more eventful things, more pleasing spectacles..n more fun moments..
but i deem its best when they are left just as a part of the memory of the two who shared them..

But i think the monorail train ride which eventually got Totti late, the vociferous jungle and the giraffes n jackles starin at us...
that made things go incomplete...

Coz when there are no proper goodbye's , i usually redo the things again...until they see the conceived end..then must i blame that monorail train ride..
or must i thank it .................