Maximum Dreams!!

Another week has gone by and my married status now stands at 2 weeks. I could be celebrating all the stupid kinds of anniversaries at this point which newly wed or madly in love couples tend to celebrate so much, the weekly , the fortnightly, the monthly , the quarterly, lest not forgetting the actual annual flavor. These people can celebrate every day sighting some sort of an obtuse relation with the D-day. But its 2 to tango, a couple and I am alone here....I have no time to celebrate such trivialities, I am single mindedly concentrating on getting her on board before we take off on our journey into the vast ,unknown and turbulent seas of gruhasth ashram.

With that part of my life taken care of, theres' just another .0001% left to my life right now. And that I am using to write this blog. Have been doing a lot of reading lately. At one point of time I was simultaneously reading 3 books, but sanity prevailed and I opted for the linear rather than the simultaneous approach to book reading. So then I am finished with Maximum City and have turned towards Losing my Virginity. Both I must say are thoroughly engaging. The former more so because I could actual relate to a lot of it. Not in the first person but as a bystander being witness to the great chaos called Mumbai. The author has churned up engaging portraits , to such an extent that my dreams at one point had taken the style of a narrative of Suketu Mehta describing one of his many sub plots. It tells a hell lot of stories but in the end the book still makes you think and thats why I liked it so much. The latter is what I have currently at hand and on my reading table (lap).

My life lately has been rather dreamy , the month long leave, my wedding, amazing times with my love before it. And the present is not happening enough to pull me out of my dream land of the past. So here I am sitting back in a bean bag of my dreams...kicking back and relaxing.

trans..

Its 5 O' clock in the morning and I am wide awake, typing away at the keyboard , chatting with a long time friend of mine,have already called up my bibi and am now in transit ,waiting for her to appear online.She was spot on time and an hour and a half later I am back to writing what I had started. My life has been monumentally changed in the last month or so that I was in India. But more than that I have come back with a host of amazing new experiences which I plan to gradually pen down and immortalize.
First things first though, this one is purely about the jet lagged , dead tired from traveling, dazed and confused , sad me.
Jet lagged as I have landed in Ammrica just last evening and my body 's is still working according to the indian clock which means its in the sunday evening mode...far far away from sleep.
Dead tired of travelling cause I have been travelling for the last 36 hrs straight, in various means of transportations. the train ride from bhopal to mumbai which started at an human 4.30 in the morning on friday, with luggage sufficient enough for a small european country to migrate. Traveling the entire day thankfully in a 2nd AC with intermittent bouts of drugged sleep. Then the unearthly cab drive from dadar station to borivali, which lasted nearly the same duration as the train journey minus the AC and plus the screeching noise and total chaos around, and even costing almost the same amount as the train journey.
Dazed and confused/Sad as I am back in this firangi land with zilch of an idea of what i am gonna do here. Its almost like a trance state for now. The month long vacation seems to have just vanished into thin air, with no effect what so ever on my life. Its just like a dream that I had today. And the worst part I am still talking on the darn fone with my heroin who is now my wife with whom I should have been honeymooning right now....