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The day I


The day I was like WTF?:

As I sat on the throne synonymous for quality personal time, e coli layered gadgets, political cogitation, and optimizing your mobile phone space, I took a deep breath much like the gorilla in the cadbury ad as Phil Collins went about the air tonight, and broke into "mmmmm... yeh duniya yeh duniya pital di, yeh duniya pital di"

Yes, I did that!


The day I fractured my leg:

The top rope belay systems were in place, I was free climbing with minimal support somewhere deep in Yosemite when I spotted a tiny lamb stuck in between. Heeding to the animal lover in me, I reached out and tried to help him/her down but instead fell to my fate of a fractured leg. Sounds heroic right? A little bit like me? I mean seriously I totally could've been in that position.

Nope, thats definitely not how it happened, I went down a smoothened stone slide in a children's park pretending to have fun with my son. As we approached the bottom of the slide and the landing area, I saw my son briefly land on his feet and bum and spring right back up and laugh in joy. While I thought i did the same, I instead fell on my bum and squatted in the max position like on an indian loo and felt the sun shine a little too bright. I realised something went very wrong in that brief moment. Yes, thats how it happened.


The day I saw Ryan Gosling:

On a trip to San Diego, we stayed at a high end island resort that had fancy written over every single leaf of tiniest plants that were in the resort. I have zero trouble waking up at 6 in the morning when on vacation, other days 9 is a pain. One such early morning, I walked down to the coffee shop in the resort. While still taking in the fresh air and surroundings, I suddenly notice this guy talking in a British-ish accent looking extremely familiar. I am thinking, i am thinking, i am thinking... F&*%  yeh toh Ryan Gosling hain! But why does he have a British accent? He is with another old man - maybe his father? He has a tattoo - you know what i am searching for on my phone now. Nope he is not Ryan Gosling - Why the fuck would he come down to order his own coffee in this tiny place? I said fancy place but thats for me - not for Mr. Reynolds!

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