If some of you had this sudden enlightment of being more pro-active than it appears in your more distant dreams and had actually shown the extraordinary tenacity to go through my previous post you may actually get a picture of my idea ofa weekend.........so here was a day........sleep......infact a lot of sleep induced more out of compulsion and invasive grandeur upon the medula oblongata by a horrendously awful but flashy liquor that somehow bore the name of 'd-luxe whiskey'....infact for all my friends dedicating their meagre a life for the noble cause of saving drinking water thereby indulging into the more hazardously expensive sojourn of aquaintance with molasses and barley,have you ever come across anything that told you....as it had...."drink responsively"......and actually gave the four lined detailed chronologe of the 'nutritious value' associated with it??......well all I can do is appreciate yet again the rather old a saying of..."there is always a first time".........so we wake up the next day......all with the slosh and turbulence of a yatch in a whirpool and somehow came upon the consensus of visiting what is called the Golconda Fort.........a perfect way to pass a stark sunny afternoon in a dusty city!!.......so we went as usual in a vehicle called an 'Auto' that has seen its hey days even before my birth, following a path that reminded that the earth was indeed a collection of rocks pebbles and red shingles....so much for urbanization.......and we stood before the vast expanse of blazing sun unruly shrubs and old rocks......and stairs........however good the finesse of our bygone archietects might have been.....they certainly did not have the foresight to see that some hundred years later three chaps with lungs full of years of cheap cigerrete smoke would come to pay a visit......so deep raspy breaths and a sandpaper throat saw us lumbering with apparent confusion among the worn-out archways and porticos of the fort that certainly did not use to care about the comfort of its inhabitants......and it never fails to trigger a long train of thoughts about the insight of so called 'lovers' and their circumstantial affinity for the ruins......and so we trotted among crumbling black rocks.....dotted by black Romeos and even blacker Juliets...and it was just our luck that it started raining....and as usual a meagre attempt to seek refuge among the leaky sheltersdid little to keep us dry.....and so we were back......not more impressed than before we left couple of hours ago untill we finally settled down upon thee more engaging habit of a movie and a quiet smoke when there was the news of two bomb blasts in the centre of the city and a blaring T.V showed people going beserk in a mad rat-race to stayalive.......I mean it felt despiringly ludicrous that death can actually settle down upon you the next minute just after you buy an ice-cream and gather yourself for a decent show......you work hard to save extra cash to dish out a pleasant trip to the seas the next season and then you are hit by something that you never know......you rip open the wrapper that your sweetheart had presented on your twenty-fifth birthday and half of your face blows.....its indeed a miracle to stay alive..........So this was our weekend which was supposed to give us the life-blood for yet another grinding weekend ahead of us...and scores of phone-calls saw yet another soul reconcilling to the blinding flow of the city and dribble out the confusingly dear 'life' ..........
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