weekday gigs

i tell myself, its enuff of everyday gigs, pub hopping, vodkas, hangovers...the daily trip.
i tell myself, i ll go home early n crash. but no...gang says we go to sixth element, quiz, or underdeck--this time jazz n then another bday bash. ladies nite hm hm, when u r given drinks on the house, wish they gave a party smart too.
there r wkends whn i am tired of partying.
thats sum life.
i tell myself...i have to go to the monastery atop the hill n meditate..

dandeli

travel bug bites me one day , it happens a few times a year when i want to go to a lesser known tourist place with music, books and thoughts, to see where i am going in life, and this time it was dandeli.
read bt it in a travel magazine n decided, hm some adrenalin rush shd be fine and the green fresh air of jungle...of a few moments of solitude n timelessness.
the trip that happened was tad different, out flew the solitude n timelessness. a line up of activities, full bodied adventure and a riot of a group.
not once did i listen to moby, robbie williams or zeher...books n magazines got tucked in sumwhere in the bag.
there is something more valuable that i learnt on the trip...decision making, time management and being there.
yep i plan to go again, ananda, maybe, corbett, or dandeli back in nov. n minus books n music...