An apparent meter-jam

Conscious of the fact that I wouldn't want to use the rickshaw today, I decided to keep more buffer (travel) time than normal. So it began with a bus ride from home to station, a train to vileparle and a nice sky-walkey walk to college.
Ah, the sky-walks are five star material, with these awesome benches every few meters. Plus the concrete roadway a good 20 feet above the ground makes way for a muck-less walk and an excellent view.
Anyway, getting back. College purpose fulfilled, I headed home changing three buses not to mention crossing an east-west bridge connected to another skywalk.
Exhausting, yet satisfying; I was thoroughly disappointed at the sight of a gazillion black and yellows comfortably plying, most with youngsters in them.
It was the matter of one day, and for all the cribbing and noise making, this little sacrifice wasn't much, atleast for the physically equipped. Or so I thought.
An honest initiative in my opinion; the meter-jam could've done with a little more cooperation for all the hype it created.

We did the cuckoo!

Yo! So after ages of planning and canning and canning and planning, we met. Though all of us still couldn't make it, we met. And yes, we sang :D

So it all began at Nupur's place, with the oh-so-yo Sohaill hunting for the song key on his oh-so yo- Blackberry *argh, how much I dislike the phone*. After two to three trials, we found the right key and hit it; and trust me, 'Roshan kare' had never sounded better. Left us enthralled!

Moved on to western, contemplating the absence of Meghana, Shikha and Suraj. We began the rhapsody, nonetheless.

Fun came when:

I went 'tick tock, tick tock, tick tawwk..*cough*'.

Sohaill did the 'paaaaooooooww'.

Nupur tried to hit her 'dancing in the rain' notes which ended in giggles.

It ended with the 'come-on'.

We sorely missed:

Shikha, in the 'naughty girl' bit where she'd go, 'aaaaaaaaaa'(how I wish this could be musical).

Meghana, with her neck movement on 'he's the cuckoo in my clock'

Suraj, on the whole of 'Livin' la vida loca' :)

All in all,nostalgia in excess. Such memories seldom get recreated.

Cheers to all that we created :)

A letter overdue

Bloggie,

I'm sorry for having ignored you all this while. No hibernation henceforth, wake up and we shall dream together:) . I cannot wait to write on you, till then apologies and love..

Your one and only,

:D