Yaar i have been real busy these days. But i think i should sneak in a few times and update you all...
...so much happening here.
Yesterday i met a american who has an indian dad and a cecilian mother.American.... because if the person in question dosent speak " fuckin' " at least 3 times in a sentance ...he is not american .but he was .Nice fellow though...a student of films .inspired by gandhi ...rest is better not said .
And i met a guy from Himachal ...running a restaurant here ....nice guys…nothing to much about him though.
This Friday ...as i told you …France celebrated the " fete de la musicqu ".The annual music festival welcomming summers in true europian style. I hit the streets after the office hour …only to return after my first nite out on paris streets .
Rest as they say ...was amazing ! !.I was with pathak .And it was here that I met " hero hiralal " .well if you rem the movie you will realise the personality which needs a full diary entry to summarize.His real name though is Shailendra Chhabra...urf ...shalu. ( wait for more ! ! )
We also had another sharma with us.Abhishek is a simple guy quite straight forward and likes to RUN ....bad thing being he likes others to run with him.( you will realise shortly)
I saw the whole city on streets that nite …which was when we were exploring the roads ...stopping accross groups of musicians and enjoying french , spanish and other european forms of lovely music.Every single soul in paris ,who thinks he is ,or can be a musician ( except me) was there with his instrument or vocal cord to do his bit .not for reccognition but for the fun of it .
I also developed an interesting theory which goes on like ...if you r a musician on such a nite ...no girl has the rite to refuse you.Though i saw this theory being put to test many times ...it was scary enough not to try it on myself .
So i went along ..with these guys ...through the streets ...below the bridges …over the bridges …accross thez squares .. and the roundabouts….listening , staring and enjoying the city of music in lights .
In between ...Mr sharma realised that he has a train to catch and has read the timmings incorrectly...leaving him 10 mins to run accross 4 kms on a nite when there wasnt any metro .So he did wat he likes ...he RAN ....and so did we.
Fortunately...we were able to make him safely board the train and be sent home ( toulose )....And came back gasping like dogs.
We ran when we had to ....we stood when we wanted to .....we danced when we had company ....we sat when we got space ....we slept when we were tired .
It was 5 in the morning when it was time to go home ....the time for the first Metros .with the musical memories of paris imbedded in our minds we returned to our beds only to wake up at 3:30 in the evening!!
ciao !!!
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