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Ah..back.
Not particularly happy to be back.
But back nonetheless.

12 days is so much to write about that I’m not going to. It shall still though, be noted that twas interesting beyond my expectations. There was responsibility, Delhi driving, a girl, delhi shopping, lots of alcohol, family hugging, family bitching, London stopping on the way over and of course the way over. And now its all over.

Interestingly, on the flight over and the flight back, both times, I was seated next to a gay guy. Apparently the probability of that is not small.The first guy could easily be considered on the handsome side of life and I was happy to see him out of the competition, though we never talked much. The second was an architect, lives very close to my neighbourhood and kept talking about his husband. For 8 hours. I liked him.

“Straight Single men like you are getting rarer and rarer, while straight single women are still a plenty” - gay architect.
Says the man who bought indian sweets from chandini chowk for his husband.

Watching Snatch. Going to burn 5 candles now for choti Diwali.

Comments

IP Cobstas said…
One half-year and your million visits. If you could see me, you would understand what Shakespeare meant by the green-eyed monster. Though I had a very interesting question...has apni dilli changed in any way since '05. I so miss the chaos of my very own personal planet, ahh! (Reminds me of the gals in winter clothing for some reason...they actually looked hotter in winter than summers if you ask me)
November 9, 2007 at 2:16 PM
Australis said…
Just one girl? Tsk tsk. Whatever happened to the mini shaadi.com meeting this trip was going to become?? :p
November 10, 2007 at 12:06 AM
CrazyDiamond said…
@AJ...funnily enough I do agree winter lends to better looking (clothed?) girls in delhi....perhaps fur looks better than mini's on brown...

@aurora .. I know I know..I went with arms open expecting a lineup ( I think I was promised!)...but was left to fend for myself...I think reverse psychology is being employed by parents...
November 10, 2007 at 3:21 PM
CrazyDiamond said…
Ambooj sorry meant AT and not AJ..its a new 2 letter intial thingy that as you can see is not yet perfect...I'm trying very hard though.
November 10, 2007 at 3:33 PM
Anki said…
what the hell was this

i want a complete delhi in november post from u

hehe 5 candles.... we burnt crackers till 5 am
:P
November 11, 2007 at 12:24 PM
Renovatio said…
I'm with anki here, that was insufficient.
November 11, 2007 at 7:43 PM
CrazyDiamond said…
@Anki and Renovatio: There.
November 20, 2007 at 11:15 PM
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