To Orange Juice Shots

Mr Mahajan gets shot by his brother and Mumbai gets jammed. Not fair.
Just like looking for Mudran Kamnagar and Press colony for half an hour right in the middle of noon only to find out that they are the same place. Blistered toes was not my idea of internship. But on the brighter side, I am learning... (to puke maybe!).

Had the most awesome sandwiches (thanks Lyn!) for lunch while being audience to gully football in some park with children (if 12 year olds with beards count as 'children'... *mean*) who would not talk without jeweling their sentences with ch!@# , mad!@## etc etc. And returned home at five. Yeah!

Could have been partying tonight but for the overcautious demeanor that I inherited from the Ally genes! Dammit.

A lot keeps happening around here and sleepless nights are what I am left with.Hallelujah!

There has been a lot of pressure from people to update blog however 'fake' it may be!(This is just to tell you that I have new readers...* celebrations * )

And one last thing, office place is not the best place to do wasteful things like updating personal blogs! I feel like a mouse living on the edge, so tata before the cat comes a visiting.