Where is the good in a goodbye?

Of course there is good in every goodbye - it marks the end of a good time only to give way to a new one.

Goodbyes are not forever. Neither are they painful. I think I am so used to saying goodbyes that they mean almost nothing to me. It's not a great feeling though.

It is important to chronicle my 6 months at Bangalore. A small stint but a beautiful one at that. I lived with my sister for 3 months after a gap of 3 years - every single day was memorable. I stayed with my lifeline best friend - again. I made loads of new friends. I traveled a lot, partied a lot, blew up a lot of money, did loads of fancy dinners and spend countless hours at Hard Rock cafe. I bonded with some old friends and realized how important they are to me. And I am to them.

I spent so many evenings fearing I'd bump into someone I don't particularly dislike but don't want to ever see in my life again either. Thank God, He saved me some awkward situations. Amu spent countless days pampering me and adding so many more lovely memories to our already long list. Gale was a total sweetheart with all the many farewell parties she threw.

I am going back to the west. Where my heart lies. I am going to Bombay. I don't think I will miss Bangalore for the food or weather - but I will miss those lovely weekends of doing nothing to bursting into activity. I will miss staying up all night and watching psycho TV shows and movies on this laptop. I will miss playing random catchy numbers on repeat and continuously dancing with the girls. I will miss getting ready for some place and going some other place altogether.

But I am looking forward to meeting new people and facing newer shit in life. I am looking forward to being so close to Pune.

Bangalore will be remembered for collecting sea shells by Cauvery and memories with friends.

It really doesnt matter how long I've known you. All that matters is that I know you.

As the time for me to say Goodbye comes closer, I realize how much I am going to miss the new entrant in my life, whom I start sort of missing by the end of the day and can't put myself to bed unless I've spoken to her a bit। (read: a few couple of hours।) Pri has been a terrific addition to my list of loved-ones and this is a small attempt to document these last few weeks of craziness.

Pri, the quintessential mad chic. The bullet laughter. The thumping sound when you climb up the stairs. The 'Main huun, darwaaza kholo' routine every night in that sing-song tone. The endless conversations. The endless nights when we slept because it was 6 am and so we must sleep. The countless cigarettes we smoked. The mad men making moves at us at 1 AM and the important lesson we learnt that night - only to forget it in less than 48 hours. The love you showered when I was all delirious with fever. The sharing secrets and reading old emails of lost love. The ecstasy after your GMAT. The drunkenness and recording of videos. Telling each other that the ex-bfs were too bad so they'd better be gone. The fondness for over-sized t-shirts and friend's boyfriend's denim jacket. The discussions over books. The open-minded conversations which could have been heated debates with almost anyone else. That silence which pierces through and the love that screams without words. The Miss Messy who goes on a cleaning spree every once in a week. The girl trying miserably to hide emotions. The slant terrace, the coffees, the daal-chawals and the smokes.

One thing I've learnt from you is that not everything needs to be put into words and that one look is enough to soothe a hurt. You've been an awesome roomie, an awesomer smoke-buddy, an even awesomer madness mound and the awesomest friend in such a short period of time.

Know that no matter where I go, I am here to stay in your life. Thank you for everything Pri.

Saki sharaab peene de masjid mein baith kar ya fir koi aisi jagah bata jahaan khuda nahi!

3 girls went drinking - Sex Kitten (Amu), Foxy (me) and Mango Dolly (Nidhi.) Savita Bhabhi (Pri) was busy working.

Nidhi ab Khulla Saandh hai..rather khulli gaay hai.

We want some more alcohol. Drunkennes is cool when you just broke up or when you just got a new job. Or even when yu got fired.

Closing track for the day - Kitthe chali hai Gobi Da fool banke kudiye badami rangiye!

We shall try to arrange some more alcohol and entertain you some more.

Joe Felix is the man! Kambakht ishq. Waise toh D is also the man.

Itta likh....utta likh....Muthalikh. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha...

South mein free fund mein 'H' milte hain...'Muthalikh, kavit'h'a, savit'h'a, d'h'al, khamb'h'a, kutt'h'e....ethe, uthe, kithe!

We have a cosmic conn bee.

We also have some Ginn for doing some shots.

Paapi saraab pi saitaan ke dil mein baith kar, waha khuda nahi! (waha extreme sports bar hai!)