Back To Black

Don't Know What the title of this post means actually but just to point out that it's been quite some time since I came back from Delhi. The Operation was terrible and the pain involved in administering anesthesia was more painful than all the pain of the operation summed up without the anesthetic effect. Anyways, the cost was dirt cheap and I had to make up for the low cost by experiencing the most painful first 10 minutes of the operation. And blood was everywhere.... Seriously.... All over my hands and flowing down to my elbow. The needle of the anesthesia injection was thick enough to get the blood dripping before the operation itself.
To say that the doctor is one of the best cosmetic surgeons around, Dr. P. K. Talwar..... He's got a website too.
Good thing,
              "What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger".
About Other things:
The Mango shake stalls beside the I.M.A. (Indian Medical Association) building mixed up the best mango shake I've ever had. After such long interval of time did I finally relish McDonald's, Pizza Hut and K.F.C.

Something odd happened in Palika Bazaar, Delhi's underground market in the center of Cannaught Place and beside Rajiv Chowk Metro Station, While I was roaming around on my own in there, a man from a Cd stall came to me and asked Sir, which Movies?? Hindi, English, 'Ex?....
I was like "What"..."Ex"??
It Didn't take me another second to figure out what he was talking about. What the Hell?? Was something wrong with him or was it one of his many ways of earning a little more cash with his Cd shop. Whateva... Did I look that cheap to him? I sort of defended myself with one hand as he followed me as I tried to back off from that stall. Seeing me retreating, he asked one final time, "Want to buy any Cds or not?" With a "No thanx, I got out of reach of that jerk.

Delhi Trip was quite fun in the sense that I ate all the junk food I could all the possible minutes I could. Roaming around in mid-Afternoon searching for a school to join in class 11 was not something I enjoyed. Every God-Damned thing in Delhi was extremely hot. (Excluding a few ugly girls.... that is.)

There were no train seats vacant for a direct return train journey (Yeah, we booked the return tickets only 3 days in advance), so Delhi to Lucknow was by Lucknow Shatabdi, (I should have worn something more.. Damn, they make it too cold inside) and from there, by Flight to Patna. (3 of the 4 air hostesses did not deserve their job, Those 3 should come with a little extra makeup if their face is that unsatisfactory... Should I mention anything about the 4th one??)I was taking a video in which the best of the 4 was present by some unknown luck (or so to call it). So here's the still from the video.

The IndiGo Air Hostess

This is from my seat in the 16th row... Don't wanna think what I'd be thought of if I recorded her from any lesser distance. Some unintentional things happen for good I Suppose.

Till the next time:

Soul Calibre (Howz this name huh?)