Hello World

                             

1. This post is titled Hello World because 

a) I couldn't think of a title that would reflect the content of this post. 

b) I am trying to compensate for the fact that my first post is not called Hello World. Apparently it is an abomination on blog space to not have your first post called Hello World. Who would've thunk? 

c) 'Hello World' as a title is less obnoxious and irritating than the done to death - 'Random' (If the crazies on social networking sites who have a thousand photos under an unsuspecting album called Randomm Picx/Piczz/Pixxx had their way - they would probably name their kids Randomm)

d) Rinse and repeat pointers - a through c.

2. I do not know where 2013 went. The first half of the year warmed up pretty well and I recollect that part. The second half, oh good lord - I swear it whizzed away like it had had a cocktail of coffee and red bull for breakfast.

I`m amnestic about the second half because I don't recollect anything *insert grandpa jokes*. So I`m going to go out on a limb and state - Life happened, there.

3. What I do have is a faint recollection of my end of the year road trip to The Netherlands. It is by far super tolerant, friendly and the single most awesome country in the EU apart from Germany(who are we kidding, come on) that also has a huge chunk of people that speak proper English. Whats more, they have cities that are called Maas and Best. I had half a mind to move to the latter and taunt my friends about living in the Best city in the world - lame joke - I know.

The capital, Amsterdam though technically LOW (below sea level)  is actually HIGH, if you know what I mean. I kid you not, one of my friends actually rolled a joint and went to a police officer to get a light - that ladies and gentleman is what Tolerance looks like.  Although drinking beer on the street is a no go probably because people end up doing stuff like this.

4. The blog remained dormant for most of 2013 - I did contemplate  writing more often but contemplation was all that remained because I morphed into a big fat pile of lazybones perched comfortably in my comfort zone refusing to budge an inch. 

The realization that I liked being on the metaphorical couch in my comfy jammies is more scary to admit than the blatant lie that I was tied down by life's many challenges - like I was single handedly finding the cure to cancer while rescuing beautiful young women from burning buildings and brokering world peace simultaneously.

5. Is it just me or are people getting married and popping babies like there's no tomorrow or like its going out of fashion soon. 

A couple of close friends and I have a weekly wager as to how many wedding invites or relationship updates they got in the past week. We tally them up and decide on a winner - Yes, we're that shallow and shameless.                 

    

Chop Chop - 2013

Its 2013 and like every year - this one has gotten off to a meandering start. That's a welcome slowdown considering the kind of year 2012 was - much like the runaway song of the year - Gangnam Style.        

The past year was packed with so much activity that I can't actually believe it whizzed past so soon. This considering we're almost two weeks into the new year is reason enough to declare it a sizzler of a year. Experiences ranging from hitting absolute rock bottom to stagnant mediocrity to atmospherically high(literally) were had. That said - the clincher would have to be that the year began and ended on a vacation; a long one at that.

The standout of 2012 though would have to be my time in India in the final two months of the year. Barely missing having my name struck off the Family ration card - I got home in November 2012 and it has been one long party ever since; endless rounds of catching up with friends, acquaintances, relatives happened and fellow bloggers were met in real time. 

Doomsday dinner was had while the 2012 movie was played and laughing about how a thriller movie changed genres into something comic never got tiring. Ushering in of the new calender year by switching off the mobile phone and tucking in early was a welcome change after years, if not decades of going sleepless on the last day of the year and sleeping through most of the first day of the new year.

Amid all this - counting down the days left for the dreaded return to the airport while reminiscing the wonderful vacation that just went by and hoping for the earliest possible return home is probably what makes a tin chested robot such as myself human.

The only thing left to add is - Happy New Year and Chop, Chop - for 2013 is here.             

 




    

The Cappadocian Roller Coaster - Turkish Sojourn - Part 3

If you are as clueless as to what's going on, I'd say- get your hind here , here and come back to this one.

After literally treading the streets and squares of Istanbul, a pleasant change of scene awaited us at Cappadocia which was a good 800 kms and a 10 hour drive from Istanbul. The road trip by itself was memorable for more reasons than I can count on my fingers and deserves a post by itself but since that is not the focus of this post, I will give you a shorthand lowdown on the (mis)happenings of our road trip.

We left Istanbul at 3.00 AM to learn that our GPS system was not functioning and went around in circles till we tanked up at a bunk and also asked the tanking guy for directions. Filled with the enthusiasm of doing a road trip, we had conveniently forgotten that most tanking assistants in Turkey still spoke only Turkish and not      a word of English. Half an hour of failed sign language gesturing later someone realized that they had a map of highway network on their I-Pad and we were promptly directions to the highway.

5 hours hence

Cruising along the ruggedly beautiful Turkish countryside at a swift 160 clicks an hour, the steering of the car seemed to lock up and the engine shut off magically; fortunately we managed to swerve at the right moment and came to a halt in the service lane. On alighting from the vehicle we were welcomed by a healthy breeze at -7 C and  thick fumes from the exhaust. We had to call the rental company to inform them about the breakdown and asked them for a replacement vehicle since we didn't have the time to waste on repairs. They replied that our breakdown location would take them about 2 hours to reach.

What does any sane person do when he/she is in a breakdown in the middle of nowhere with freezing conditions outside?

Sit in the car and enjoy the magic of the heater, right?

Wrong, we parked ourselves on a floor mat on the service lane in front of the broken down vehicle to play cards in the freezing weather. This in hindsight turned out to be one of the craziest things I have done till date.

One replacement vehicle and 4 hours hence, we reached the scenic town of Göreme which is perched in the valley between the Fairy Chimney mountains in Anatolia, Turkey just in time for dinner that evening. Being lead into our rooms by the hotel staff would certainly figure in some of the tales I have earmarked to tell my grand kids; for it is a sight that will never fade from memory.

Imagine being escorted to a hotel room that is actually carved out from a cave. Simply awed that we were going to be spending a couple of nights here, Food was the first words out of my mouth as we were a group of famished young guns.      

Loaded on a breakfast of fresh toast, cereal and Turkish Coffee, we ventured out to explore the sights and sounds of the valley surrounding us the next morning after a good 9 hours of blissful sleep. The first activity for the day was a bomb, quite literally.

The first thing we did on reaching the take off spot was to ask each other to pinch us to remind ourselves that we were not in a dream and would be taking off on a hot air balloon in minutes. As we took off from the spot and slowly towered above the valleys and the mystic chimney shaped rock formations, the view got dizzier and prettier at the same time, certainly a first for me. Zooming past many such fairy chimneys and valleys in exhilarating fashion ; the ride came to an end in about an hour and a half with the popping and polishing of a bottle of Alcohol Free Champagne.

It was probably the most loaded day of the trip and probably my life as well, as the next task on plan was a Quad Bike ride into the valleys of Cappadocia. For those of you, who don't know what a Quad bike is

Riding through the rough terrain of mud, slush, snow and rock; the drive gave us a ground side view of what we had previously explored perched atop the hot air balloon. The sights of the valley were simply breathtaking in most places and coupled with some monkey like bike stunts(All terrain Vehicle) we did over the slopes, rocky meadows and mountain passes made us realize that we had spent almost 4 enthralling hours with the bikes which seemed to pass off in a matter of minutes, Darn you relativity.

Binging on a meal at a restaurant with a pot of Shisha to go with thereafter, we prepared for the evening to come which if you must know showed absolutely no signs of dying down on the excitement front.

        

The Fire reminded me of Dragon aka DIGS

The evening began with food, drink and more Shisha coupled with exhibition of Turkish cultural dances which included a Priest Dance, A Wedding dance, Acrobatics and a sizzling display of solo Belly dancing by an expert female dancer with 4 inch heels who taught a bunch of foreign volunteers from the crowd a move or two after her performance. As expected they looked pretty ordinary and tired at the end of their 15 minute training session while the lead dancer giggled and gave them each a handshake and a peck on the cheek for trying.

Early next morning we set off to Ankara, the capital of Turkey and were to fly out that night back to our homes in Germany. Ankara reminded me a lot of Delhi's NCR where the government offices, organized traffic and clearly demarcated military only zones. The day saw us visiting a couple of mosques and museums after which it was time for us to check in at the airport to fly back.

A week after getting back, a friend AK mentioned to me that we had almost pulled off a ZNMD type trip with the Ballooning, Quad Biking, Belly dance trial and a crazy Road trip, I had to agree with him. 

We had taken the vacation of a lifetime.    

    

The Istanbul Diaries - Turkish Sojourn - Part 2

                                          

The story until now - here

We set foot into Turkish soil during prime landing time to be welcomed by a mile and half long queue at Passport Control but that wasn't even the tricky part; our visa's were to be granted on arrival into Turkey and we had no clue as to whom to approach or where to go. Fortunately for us, a Border Patrol official took pity on 10 confused looking Indian boys and whisked us away to the Chief Passport Control Officer's chamber where we were given personal service along with çay. The hospitality was pleasantly surprising to us because no such assistance was offered to the others queuing up at Passport Control counters and we were out of their hair armed with a Turkish Tourist visa in practically no time.

Once past the airport premises, the vibe that Istanbul was radiating at -1C was warm to say the least and interestingly seemed very familiar to the homeland. The familiarity of the vibe seemed very uncanny as we were able to spot open top trucks, roadside vendors selling their goods and the occasional stray dog on the sidewalk after a very very long time while zipping past the heavy evening traffic in the urban jungle that was Istanbul. One might wonder what the big fuss in this familiarity business is; for someone who has stayed in an über organized array of settlements that is Germany; these sights seemed like a breath of fresh air. 

Haunts In Istanbul -

After a good night's sleep and a belly full of breakfast, we set out to explore the sights and sounds of Istanbul's streets the next morning. Our first stop was at the Sultan Ahmed Mosque more famously known as The Blue Mosque, with its intricate architecture and towering presence by the seaside, this 17th century place of worship is a must go just because it is the only mosque in the world to have 6 minarets. 

When in Istanbul one can't help but liken it to a big (approximately 8 times the size of Mumbai, so do the math) bustling Indian metropolis teaming with people who give it its vibrant spirit and perennial hustle bustle; people are always found on the streets busy; with some getting from place to place on the tramway, others selling their goods and wares or some like us who were absorbing the feel of a place so familiar to home that it never made us feel out of place. I was specially impressed by how well lit a city like Istanbul was, the structure and architecture of certain spots seemed to have amplify and assumed a whole new nature in the evenings once the lights came on.   

This feel based roaming around led us to one of Istanbul's most famous market places - Taksim Square; Mecca to thousands and thousands of Istanbul's shoppers. The central shopping street in Taksim square is a pedestrian only stretch with the occasional tram passing through its heart to ferry its passengers to other locales in the city. Armed with a tall and piping hot cup of Starbucks Hot Chocolate in the nearly freezing evening, we traversed the length of the street which seemed to go on and on and on for almost two and half hours while walking at above normal speed.

The next morning was New year's Eve and presented us an opportunity to take a cruise on the Sea of Marmara which separates Istanbul into Asian and European quarters. A point to be noted here is that Turkey and Istanbul lie both in Asia as well as Europe. Sailing past vast bridges, sea side villas and fishing harbors, the seaside view of the much awaited Bosphorous Bridge finally came. The highlight of the day was the time spent atop the completely lit bridges' walking lane watching the sizzling of the fireworks welcome the new year. A monumental moment personally because not only were we on the cusp of the new year but two continents at the same time.

Food - 

It is needless for me to impress on how difficult it is for a vegetarian to survive in Europe, but in Turkey it was a different story altogether. When moving with a large group - 10 in our case, more often than not you tend to find yourself on the minority side but this time around the tables seemed to have turned with an even split in the numbers of meat and non-meat eaters. 

That however was not the best news with respect to food; since taste bud tickling vegetarian food was hard to come by a guy in the group -  AK would actually march into every restaurant kitchen and point out the vegetarian looking ingredients like tomatoes, cabbage, onions, oil and chilly to the chef and ask him in English hints to make a salad which we would devour with oven fresh Turkish bread and down with a famous local yoghurt drink called Ayran. I had resigned to the fact that I was going to have to make do with fresh salads and cold bread until some out of the box thinking like the aforementioned got us some pretty lip smacking food.  AK continued doing that during the other legs of the trip as well and that resulted in us eating something close to Pav Bhaji, Samosa and Mattar Paneer at various eat outs.

The remainder of our time in Istanbul was spent gawking at some very pretty Turkish women (God took his time on them and trust me when I tell you they are hawwwttttt), in seaside cafe's sipping on Turkish Coffee and sampling some authentic Turkish Shisha.

We then bade our goodbye's to Istanbul in the wee hours of next morning to proceed to the next leg of our Turkish Odyssey.

To be Continued...                          

The Curious case of one thing leading to another - Turkish Sojourn - Part 1

One boring and snowy November evening last year, a friend - AR rang me up to find out what I was up to; usual inquiries ranging from what was happening on the daily event front to travel plans to the homeland to elective course selection for the end semester were made. As the cliche goes 'one thing led to another' and we were talking about what we would do for New years in no time since neither of us was going homeward. 

Ideas slowly started flowing with respect to the places we could visit to usher in the New year in an above average fashion. It is a universally known truth that a suburb or a small town in Germany is not the ideal place to be for the New Years and therefore the feasibility of visiting a previously never seen big city in Germany was initially considered and options of visiting Munich, Hamburg or Frankfurt were put forth. Now the problem with visiting such cities was that everything right from travel to food to nightclubs was crazily overpriced. So a Big No to Germany for New year's it was.

Expanding the horizon a tad further, we decided we would haunt some other party hot spots of Europe, that way we would get to explore the country as well. Options in Ibiza, Madrid and Barcelona came forward in this iteration. Yet again, famous for being pricey at the end of the year; these places went off the list as quickly as they came onto it. So a Big No to Ibiza, Madrid and Barcelona it was.

Now since Germany and practically the whole of Spain was off the list, we thought Italy with Rome, Venice and Milan now stood a very good chance but alas it wasn't to be. Inquiries with a friend who had been there last winter revealed that in the off-season, some of the tourist hot spots remained shut and importantly the air fares were anywhere but in range. A Big No to Italy it was.

At this point it struck us that we had crossed out practically the whole of Western Europe from our list. Surely  there could be someplace where we could go about exploring the sights and sounds, culture and tradition and also usher in the New Year while we were at it. 

At this point I had to go the washroom where it struck me (no wonder eh?) that we should look at unconventional locations like Portugal, Greece or Turkey which were equally famous on the tourist and party circuits and were also cost effective. The unrest in Greece was and still is all over the news and hence scared the Be-Jesus out of us. The deteriorating condition of Portugal in the European Union was also something that made us very skeptical about spending our New years there. 

The remainder was Turkey. A few days of diligent and encouraging research indicated that it was the place to be; both for a holiday and for partying as well. The costs worked out to be within limit and our expectations thereby soared; a group of 10 people was assembled quickly and a consensus taken that all of us would be spending New years in Turkey.

Our bags were packed and off we flew to Istanbul, Turkey for the first leg of our Turkish sojourn. 

To Be Continued...



                 


  

Its that time of the year

Its that time of the year again when we bid adieu to the outgoing calender year in the midst of parties, celebrations and welcome the incoming calender year with hopes, aspirations and prayers.  I'm beginning to love year ends, simply for the fact that one chapter full of distinct memories ends for a new one to take its place. 

At the end of every year when there are only a few days left, one cannot help but look back in hindsight; 2011 has been one sizzler of a chapter. It was like a bottle of wine, ageing elegantly and getting better with time. It is remarkable how reality and relativity catch up with us and make us realize certain perspectives we thought never existed.

1.What seems like a few months ago when I recollect moving into my first own room in Germany is a whisker short of a year now.

2. What seemed like my first trip into continental Europe in early 2011 was followed subsequently by plenty many; to my surprise of course.

3. What seemed like my first post in Spring 2011, is now quite some distance behind with 20 odd posts adding to it.

4. My first blog comment came in mid 2011 from one of my favorite blog writers; extremely cherished, it has paved way for all that I have today with regards to this blog space.

5. Many other firsts. 

Standing in the freezing cold New years Parade on the cusp of the new year almost a year ago, I resolved to feel grateful every single day in 2011. Although I have to admit I haven't quite kept up this resolution I cannot help but feel grateful for all the experiences and memories that 2011 has given me personally, academically and otherwise. Its almost as if there is a grand plan in the background to custom fit a different sentiment and experience for each moment, day, week, month and season of the year. In the end the out of the ordinary memories; happy, sad, boring or otherwise survive. 

I must admit that I will certainly not look at 2011 - 5,10 or 15 years down the line as just another year bade goodbye to but as the year I encountered certain events and people who made it memorable and worth remembering. At this point I must acknowledge every single reader of this blog for having taken the time to read the seldom sensible and mostly nonsensical write ups that I publish on this space. 

A specific mention must also be made to every single person who has commented on the posts that have been put up till date. I salute you for staying till the end of each post and taking the time to tell me your thoughts; your words have helped me grow in more ways than you can think and albeit temporarily keep me from being the lazy head that I usually am.

2011 has been extra special in more ways than I can think and chiefly responsible for making it so awesome are the following, I cannot even begin to appreciate what they have done for me:-

1. Ms Red - with pretty Green eyes, she calls herself Red Handed with an ugly head; little realizing how much color and laughter she brings into her readers' lives with her ever so famous rib cracking humor.

2. Ms Spiff - Humor, not blood runs in her veins. This Virgo has injected a smile on my face each time I felt even slightly less awesome. # TrueStory

3. PeeVee - fluent narration and emotion come naturally to her. She never fails to amaze me with every single post that she comes up with.

4. Nirvana - super funny Mommy of two writes like a dream leaving me wondering why she doesn't do it full time. Her comments are something I look forward to after each post.

5.Viya - Infectiously and perennially bubbly, this wannabe architect writes with the frequency of a bullet train and her art work, photographs and doodling are not even minor glimpses of her immense artistic competencies. 

6. Meoww - A supercharged battery of bubblyness; this IT professional and Cat lover radiates randomness effortlessly.

7. Dee Dee - Nautanki is not only her blog name but her standout trait. Her adventures leave the stunt directors of Bollywood desiring for more. 

A Big thank you to  - DIGS, Maithili, Confused Soul, Express, Shruthi,Priyanka, Crystal, Nick, Chandana, Shadia and many many many many others who's names might not find a mention here for putting up with me and my nonsense thus far.

The resolution for 2012 is the same as 2011 - feel grateful every night before going to bed.

HAPPY NEW YEAR.

WHAT PLANS DO YOU GUYS HAVE FOR 2012?    

     
  





    

            
   
    

Of Hot Spots and Jackpots

Recently there has been this continuous wave of blog writers taking a sabbatical from their blog writing owing to reasons ranging from paucity of time to sheer laziness to mind blocks to attend to the push and pull of their regular lives. The blog world doesn't seem the same without my Favorite Blog writers around and their regular dose of inspired writing which got me here in the first place.

Since I have no standing on matters such as Time paucity, Sheer Laziness and attending to the push and pull of their daily chores, all of which I`m sure plague the lives of these blessed souls. I thought I would write something on Writers Block to help out their case a little.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I put forth my research on situations/ hot spots wherein the creative juices flow more fluidly.

1. The Washroom -

The toilet has probably been the Butt of many jokes since its invention mainly because of the bodily functions associated with it and tending to make people squeamish talking about it. The toilet has been an integral part of the human hygiene system and is certainly no flush in the pan.      

I`m fairly certain most of us get some of our most inspired ideas while taking a shower or while using the toilet. Deny it all you may while making constipated faces, but there is solid research to prove that the most inspired ideas that have seen daylight in the history of mankind were conceived in the washroom. Many ideas and innovations ranging from the Archimedes Principle to the invention of the modern day toilet which if you must know figures on the top 10 list of the greatest inventions in history, were all achieved in washrooms.

Consider the famous Eureka moment; there lay the great Greek thinker, philosopher and mathematician   Archimedes bathing himself when it struck him that objects could be made to float  on water when they displace their own fluid weight. It could have happened to him while eating or while sleeping, nay; it struck him at that exact moment and when he ran buck naked across the streets of Sycrause yelling Eureka, Eureka, history was indeed made.

This topic also came to me in the loo but for you to fully understand the potential of the washroom and its effect on the grey juices, check out the Baap of Toilet humor - Kalpak.   

2. Exams-

Every student's nightmare,

Every parent's cause for anxiety,

An invigilator's swear zone

But an absolute idea landmine.

Honestly tell me, haven't you felt most creative during the time before an important exam or an important deadline for that matter. Even staring at a blank wall or the ceiling gives you the most creative ideas in this magical time called Exam season. Come vacation time, even though you have all the time in the world and the same wall/ceiling to stare at, the ideas just don't seem to flow as rapidly or fluidly as they did during exam season.

This just goes on to prove that We don't get what we want, when we want it.

3. Nature -

A popular haunt of many a famous thinker, it provides the necessary change up in scenario promoting the flow of thoughts and often leading to breakthroughs in the thought process. Whether it is the individual effect of the Fresh Air, Sunlight, Water or Greenery or the combined product of the aforementioned it has proven instrumental in catalyzing the flow of thoughts and is generally said to bring about a positive outcome.

4. People - 

Human beings are observers by nature, that's one of the basic tenets of Anthropology. Observing the way others behave and copying them as children and writing about how someone eats cookies dipped in plain yoghurt as bloggers; stems from the same focal point - People.

Whether it is witnessing a shrieking 4 year old getting pushed into a swimming pool to quell his fear of water or how someone mistook the contents of a finger bowl at a restaurant to be lemonade, people are a perennial source of ideas and never cease to amaze us. Conversations, observations, chats (both real and virtual) , texts, tweets, TV shows, music, movies and practically anything along these lines often serves as good fodder for ideas.   

              

5. Getting out of the Comfort Zone - 

It is said achievements both big and small occur when one treads out of one's comfort zone. So if you are plagued with a block, try some out of the ordinary stuff like taking an unplanned holiday or eating an ice-cream at -19 C ; basically something that will not get you killed or seriously injured. The out of the ordinary experience makes for apt blog writing and lets face it, there's loads of fun to be had at the same time. 

This is sometimes crucial because it helps broaden perspective, gets us out the rut and eliminates fear of acceptance plus everyone could always do with a little change up right?

What other ways do you think there are to beat the Blues?  

    

                    

       

Not in my Wildest Dreams

If something happens once, it is said to be a random occurrence

If something happens twice, it is said to be a coincidence.

If something happens thrice, it is said to be a hattrick of sorts

If something happens seven times, be rest assured that you have pulled off the awesome.

The awesome is what transpired this bygone weekend.

The sequence of events that unfolded this weekend(for lack of a better word) were as follows:-

a) The father had flown in here on work and I was getting to meet him after almost 8 months. Me shrieking like a 4 year old was not just because I was going to meet my father but also because I was going to say 'how you doin?' to the goodies he had graciously agreed to bring along with him. Enough credence cannot be given to the excitement one gets when one is informed to expect Sweets, Savories and other goodies from the homeland.

b) Meeting him felt so good, it was just like old times, him doing the interrogation with his endless list of inquiries and me being as clueless as being suddenly made to take a test in advanced Mandarin(Chinese). Jokes apart, getting a hug from him at the station was worth more to me than what is described below.

c) He does his trademark gig, pulls a fast one on me by announcing casually that we are taking a weekend trip to Switzerland.

Would you blame me if I went

   

I asked him to pinch me hard, which he dutifully did; just to make sure I was hearing him right.

c) Sure enough, next morning, off we went to Switzerland. Taking a ride on the Autobahn and blitzing away consistently at more than 170 km/h. We set foot onto Swiss soil sooner than expected. 

My weekend(again, for lack of better vocabulary) in pictures.   

  

Quite pleasant ain't it? :P

I`m just too tongue tied looking at this pic, please come up with a caption for this pic and knock me hard on my head when you do .

   

One of the many breathtaking views that was on offer

No better way to sign off than Food

I couldn't bring myself to leave the place and was almost in tears when Daddy dearest said it was time to bid adieu and go back to Germany. 

I experienced what this little girl did, the greatest moment of them all, laughing and crying at the same time and in freaking Switzerland. 

TSCHAU 

   

The Month of Never Ending Travel

April-May 2011, Ladies and Gents are hereby my official awesomest couple of months ever. Why you ask? Well, well well, Ever since the return to the Lair, it has been travel Galore for an entire month on the trot. Every single weekend in April was earmarked for a visit to a never before seen personal geographical territory. Whoever spoke of hitting the Jackpot was clearly indicating at the experiences that I was to realize in the weeks, ermm weekends ahead.

Remember that feeling of excitement and curiosity rushing through your internals just as you'd unwrap your Birthday present as a kid? That was the exact emotion which dominated every single exhilarating weekend of April which incidentally began at home in Chennai with family and friends who bade adieu at the airport and continued during the trips to Brussels,Stuttgart, Berlin and Paris till the end of April.

As for May, the extensive gloating of having made all these trips in April continued until surprise suprise it was the 31st of May.

Well now that all the Hysteria has sunk down and I`ve stopped flying both literally and figuratively, the diametrical opposite of celebratory emotion greets me in a month ----> EXAMS. It is yet again time for pulling All nighters armed with Barrels of Coffee, sinful 'night before the exam' facebooking and ofcourse the shameless Burning of the ever so famous Midnight Oil.

Until next time.

Tschau.