You're my honeybun sugarpuff pumpy yumpy yumpkin,
You're my sweety pie.

:(

Happy Birthday Baby! (though a trifle late) :(



:D



Loves,

Evo

Solo RIde to Maddur :)

Ok. So its a lazy Sunday morning. B-E-A-U-tiful day actually, and I am like. "Shit, I am so bored. What do I do? What do I do?".

Called up the brothers. Everyone seemed to be sleeping in. Rough week at work and all. :)

Ashish, though, made a genuine effort. However, some problem in the fuel supply of his Samurai. dammit. So rode out alone.

What a splendid ride it was! Overcast cloudy skies, massive tailwinds. Cold! Open 4 lane highways! Yum yum.

Rode to Maddur CCD. Then back to Maddur Tiffany's. Pulled over and had splendid Maddur Vadas and Parotas and PIPING hot coffee!


Photo session ensued, stole some ideas off the Slayer. All snaps up on http://picasaweb.google.com/sagnik.ghose/MaddurTiffanySSoloRide#. A few of the choiciest ones here.


While riding back, crossed a whole team of superbikes. A 2008 Yammie R1, a 2007 CBR 1000 RR, a 2007 CBR 600 RR. Laughed inside the lid and carried on. Back to bangalore by 4 o clock in the evening. Short, splendid ride.

More of these soon! :D


Loves,

Evo

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

:D

Loves,

Evo

In our headlights, staring, bleak, beer cans, deer's eyes
on the asphalt underneath, our crushed plans and my lies
lonely street signs, powerlines, they keep on flashing, flashing by

and we keep driving into the night
it's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
and we keep driving into the night
it's a late goodbye

your breath hot upon my cheeck, and we crossed, that line
you made me strong when I was feeling weak, and we crossed, that one time
screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes, keep on flashing, flashing by

and we keep driving into the night
it's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
and we keep driving into the night
it's a late goodbye

the devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he's dealt us
points at your flaming hair, and then we're playing hide and seek
I can't breathe easy here, less our trail's gone cold behind us
till' in the john mirror you stare at yourself grown old and weak

and we keep driving into the night
it's a late goodbye, such a late goodbye...

Dedicated to one of the best things to have ever happened to me. :)

Love,

Evo

Sagnik: i liked chennai

but oh ho ho

calcutta is calcutta

and you kow what

u shud go there during the rains

calcutta comes alive during the rains

the city just sprouts greenery everywhere

gauravchatterji: To Each his own..

Sagnik: and its like one big daawat!

the gastronomic's delight

!

the street food is in a league of its own

oh sweet jesus

but tell me something

do u have anyone in kolkata to stay with?

gauravchatterji: Yes.. I am told that we have a few relative but I have never met them.. So But I also have a very few friends so may be I can stay with them

Sagnik: hmm

take a break and go stay in kolkata during the rains

go sit next to the ganges when its raining

are you a people person or an aloof character?

i am more of a loner

so i liked sitting there alone

and watch the steamers go by

and the rain lash the riverfront

calm seree

serene

its like you have been transported back to the 19th century

nothing has actually changed in kolkata

steeped in colonialism

mad about football and street food

mad about beautiful bengali boudis

young ladies wearing laal paar shaari

and dhunuchi naach

durga pujo and chowmein from the road

mad mad mad jams

and frenetic policemen

the querulous bengali babu and the witty college going student

kumartuli, where you can see how the Durga prathimas are made

and the hardships when they dont sell

the stark contrast of the red brick buildings of the Writer's contrasted with the all glass Tata Centre

Babi Nobis and Jadu Babu Latu Babu

Robi Thakur and Binoy Badol Dinesh

Surya Sen and Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay

Kolkata is, in sentence, a minboggling cornucopoiea of the old, the new, the rich, the poor, the east, the west, the Hindoos, Mussalmans, Sikhs, Christians, Zoroastrians, the street food, the French connection and the British Raaj, the Kolikata, the Sutanuti, the Gobindopur and the one city in the whole wide world where you have it all! ALL of it!

I miss Kolkata! :(

Love,

Evo

yes, i had made a mistake.

Am I making a mistake?

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter.