hiccup blues

A very good morning to everyone,which these days essentially comes down to no one.......well chitchatting at 8.30 in the morning is not exactly my idea of a chilly Saturday morning but what the hell, due to my recent habituation(I am not really sure the word even exists)with lot of cofee and not much sleep throughout the confused biological clock of mine I somehow woke up at 8 and never really got any more sleep even if I had the full stomach for it........if at all one needs a stomach for sleep.........but hey...never trust an insomniac's knowledge ofbiology.........So....last night was yet again a night of flashing neon lights in a confined tin can of a space with loud techno music that people fashionably call the 'pub'.......and I finally realized what went through one of my friend's mind when he had observed "disco lights are the irrefutable proof that human beings as a species are not meant for dance".........infact there is hardly anything in my life that is more conceptually precise than the reflection about this apparently affable manipulation of human anatomy that people generally call dance........anyways its not that I am too much fascinated by the culture of going to a pub to essentially indulge into the same activities that I could have done at my home.......butI have good cloths and I enjoy wearing them.....god that is probably the simplest explanation one can come up for squandering thousands of ruppees with pals whose face you cannot even see in the ambience....whose voices you cannot even hear in the blaring cacophony of harmonics......and sometimes like last night you have to drag a drunken sod from Middle East and somehow shove his soggy buttocks over the 'crack' of the two joined beds........but something else happened last night as well......it was the first time I had gone to one of the hotels of the Taj group......ummm.......not all of us were eventually turned into Simpson......so we just decided to drop into the Taj.....well.....at 1 in the morning not many mortals venture in the marble alleys of the Taj......but we did....and a cold coffee worth 350 was absolutely the only thing that we had in mind......'coz never really had any other option......and we whacked a matchbox and a ketchup bottle with the name of Taj stamped all over them....isnt it funny to whack off things left conveniently unattended just for blokes like us to propritorize them?....its just that the girls take the ketchup bottle and the gyz takethe matchbox......well thats about it......'coz when you have a measly snack of 900 bucks all you can think aboutis an absolutely freezing auto ride back home and a tired and lame attempt for a decent space to crash down......and then sleep for...err......two hours and wake up at 8 in the morning just to have a pointless chitchat about things you had done last night........


p.s. More updates: The same sod from MIddle East apprehends that he has lost his glasses........