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Holi Thursday, March 12, 2009 |

Sweet dreams are memories 
Who am I to disagree

It is ringing in my head. It is ringing in my head beautifully. I can hear it so well. I remember the time when George, Sanjit, Surya and I were on the terrace and we sang this marvellous song. Today I sang it. Alone. 

I could not celebrate Holi. I wanted to celebrate Holi. I really did. I love it more than Diwali. For me, it is the time of joy. But I could not. I was in the train. I missed being home. 

P.S. Being alone does not mean being sad. 


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Strawberry Fields Tuesday, November 25, 2008 |

Our serendipitist does not remember lots of things. Three days of extreme debauchery(minus sex) alcohol, weed, gambling, music, party, late night excursions, drunk driving. Serendipitist discovered lots of things and enjoyed them to their fullest extent. Now I am ready to let it all go. It was beautiful for a while but I don't like the after taste. The memory gaps.

This was the best ever Strawberry Fields. There was brilliant music and there was good crowd. I thanked my friend later at night for putting up a great show (which had its consequences since he has just started his Human Rights Project). I met a Sharma who was very drunk and we hit off really quick(with a little help from the Old Monk ). I tried teaching him the harmonica. We looked around for a fallen key on the pathway in absolutely inebriated state(which I found later to be on my desk). We celebrated his birthday. A first year girl was ragged. And yes the highlight we beat up AK who was taking care of both of us. I think I even hugged Vishakh and Vatsa!

So as I mentioned before serendipitist discovered a lot of things. He enjoyed them and now he is ready to move on. Voila!

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