of frnds, love and #

there are a few things that really matter to me.

i take them seriously.
seriously, not joking!

frnds being one of them.
i ve spent my childhood constantly being uprooted from one place to be transplanted another as papa was constantly getting transferred every 3 years or so...
and of things that these constant flights from one place to another taught me, was to cherish the time i had with my present friends, the very relationship and equations i shared with my friends.

to whom it may concern.
i love my friends, for who they are, how they are and whatever they want to do.
i accept them as is.
no regrets, no complaints.

i try n avoid faking friendships. they are sacred to me.

and the only thing that always beats me, is how do i end up being that, stupid idiot who acts as though he cares bout nothin. i care.
and people label me this...
...


forget it.
thats it.

they call it fusilli... , i asked whats the fuss???

I waited with baited breath as the chef added one ingredient after the other. It was meant to be a sauce. (and everything i could figure out with the picture of sauce in my mind was red tomato sauce, green chilli sauce, yellow brown mustard sauce...)

but WTF??? this sauce was kinda WHITE with green capsicum floating!!! looks weird!
call me a dumb idiot, but i havn't tasted much of pasta, but for the instant sunfeast pasta that maa cooks or the simple pasta that they serve at local food courts.
But mind you, this was not some ordinary food court... AND it wasn't some other pasta, The paprika fettuccine veg fussily.

bite 1: whats this? milk cream with chilli-masala-some italian herb and lots of salt?

i blurted out: (jor se) ye kya bakwas hai, it doesn even taste better than maggi i cook ( n the ppl near by kinda gave me this look, pariah among the Pomeranian... ha! i thought, still a doggy)

silky said, kha le, true Italin tastes something like this only. and you really hav no taste for good food

JAI mata di!

i din say much after that, (kha le bhai, i thought... silky is experienced... may be they eat the same tasteless milk-salt curry that they call some fancy name in Italy... poor italians)

but that was funny.
i mean how can...
why should...
who will...
naaahhh...

Italy is great. may be thats why monica bellucci is so beautiful...