What the Brain Thinks

I have to get to the evil wizard's castle, I thought galloping down the plains with a sword in hand, while a broken blade was sticking out of my torso. Suddenly there was the sound of water flowing, to be more precise, overflowing from a bucket and snap - I was out of the dream and rushing to the bathroom to turn off the tap. It was a dream, no it was a daydream with eyes all open and visualising scenes influenced by recent activities of reading The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes, A Cadmean Victory (Harry Potter fan-fiction) and  watching Lord of the Rings again. How did I get there? What was I doing earlier? I tried to recollect. I was sitting on the bed, with no thoughts in my head and then I was in the dream world. Was this normal? Had this happened to me before? When was the last time I went daydreaming? It had been a long long time, maybe months, maybe a year or maybe even more. I do not remember the last time but I do know it was a normal thing as a kid....

The sun is yet to come out, its raining heavily and he has just disconnected a call when the phone rings again. "Hello. Yes I'm on my way. In the rick. They are waiting there", he replies partly yawning and then disconnects. Two different thoughts - Oh man, how I miss my sleep. Haha, fashionably late for a person living so close - running through his head. In a few minutes Mr R is at the airport. At the gate are Miss A, Miss M and Mr H waiting for him. (I'm using short names for the people cause I haven't consented them about this post, so maintaining anonymity plus its fun to write in third person. For those of you who haven't guessed it, yes, Mr R is me). After waiting in a long queue (even though they had got the web check-in done) to deposit the check-in luggage they were finally aboard the Indigo Airlines for the Capital. All four of them had a seat next to the window (because badal zaruri hai)  staring at the clouds as it turned colour from da...

The little kid is sitting on the bed by the small grilled window, intently watching Scooby-Doo and his band of friends chasing monsters, while the sun casts the iron-grill pattern on the bed. The newly repaired fan rotating at its best to keep the sole occupant at ease. The kid completely unaware of the world outside. Slowly, the pattern on the grill starts fading until it is completely lost in the shadow of a dark cloud hovering high in the sky. The pace of people on the lane outside the house begins to rise, as the first few drops make its way down to the ground. In a matter of minutes the light drops turn into a gentle shower as the commotion of people running for cover has increased. The asbestos roof sheets of the houses lining the lane keep its occupants dry but hardly help the pedestrians in this matter. As the aroma of the soil and stink of dog poop from the nearby playground fills the air, the electricity of the houses goes missing. The kid is now left staring at a black...

We felt like Amitabh Bachchan, while travelling from Phuket to Bangkok. Not because of height but because of the famous line from the movie Kaalia - "Hum jahan khade ho jaate hain, line wahi se shuru hoti hain." Every place that we stood waiting - for the display to notify us of our flight or for a bus - a queue would form behind us like magic. We literally had to inform people that there was no queue here. Such miracles don't happen in India, so it felt good We reached Bangkok by late evening, got a bus which cost us one fifth of what a cab would normally charge and reached Democracy Monument. Our place of stay was at a walking distance from here. Finding the place was a bit tricky, since it was in the narrow lanes or as we call it in hindi - gully. For a gully stay the place was good, though a little small when compared to what we had in Kuala Lumpur or Phuket but good. Democracy Monument After some refreshment we decide to hit the streets of Bangkok to ...

After a 2 hour delay we finally boarded the flight to Phuket, Thailand. Oh! did you think the journey had ended in the previous blog ? When 3 travel freaks decide on an International Trip there is bound to be more than one place. Second stamp Mandatory Pic with the plane The flight to Phuket was a miracle. Our fever induced, nauseatic friend Zeyn was cured of his ailments. The good part of Thailand is they have visa on arrival, the bad part is the visa fee payment needs to be done by cash. The net-banking, card using, cashless generation like us were drained of our cash supplies the moment we landed at Phuket International Airport. A tip for those travelling to Thailand - always carry more than sufficient cash. Not many people transact by card and if they do, they are sure to charge you 6% extra. This was very unlike Malaysia where cashless transactions were a common sight. We stepped out of the airport at 9pm and were greeted by the cab driver arranged for us b...