October 28, 2005 at 1:48 am · Filed under Me
Now, I do have a confession to make. I’ve been missing my 110cc Kawasaki Caliber for quite a while now, and my 184bhp Mitsubishi Galant (which, before I thought would be good enuf) is kinda lagging behind in suppressing this desire.
So these days I am kinda wondering if I should venture back into my biking era.
I have 2 obvious contenders for it.
The awesome 600cc Yamaha YZF-R6 (obviously because of Rossi) or the Evergreen Honda CBR600F46i.
Now there can be just 3 things/hurdles that can block me from buying one of these babies.
Mom
Me (or rather, the pussy in me)
or
Zarli (cause shes gonna get me a deal on it)
I must say, thats pretty much a Huge hurdle to jump over. –>
October 19, 2005 at 3:26 am · Filed under Me
The other day, I was wondering ..its almost 3 years now in US and how much have I changed from Jan 6, 2003?
There are definitely many things to point out instantly.
- I have managed to like black coffee.
- I watch more South Park than I should
- Mexican food is good.
- My knowledge of current state of this world is depreciating as we read/write.
- I find it tough these days to digest spicy food. Now that wouldn’t suit an Indian.
But then, I still do possess some awesome skills that a true/pseudo american would totally be envious of.
Standing by the mirror the other day, I was looking at my attire, I said to myself, you earn pretty well kiddo, why is the state of your clothes so pathetic?. Then I realised, its just me, or I guess, its just the ‘orthodox‘ me, who just cannot digest the american sense of fashion. I love the european sense though and would love to imitate them. But, at 168lbs, I guess id stick to whatever fancy collection of ‘kapda‘ I have.
After trying too hard, I still find the so called game of Soccer, much more interesting than the American Version of football.( I guess I am a non-indian person in this matter anyways. My love for cricket is not very well known of).
The accent is as Ghati as it can be. It is darn funny when I talk to americans. I try so much into getting the american accent that the words thrown out of my mouth are more confusing to them, than it would be if I stuck to my indian sense of speaking english.
(I guess, this would be a more whitish american nature to possess). I am very uncomfortable hanging out at these, so called ‘villages‘, ‘promenades‘ loaded with bunch of artsy crowd. I guess you may call this an utter non-sense, but I somehow always feel that they do it more for the visual display of it rather than just enjoying the ambience (which i’m sure , I may be totally wrong to think of).
(and many more … tbc .. I guess this is going to be a huge essay on my reasons when I finish this up).
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