The D-day came ! As usual the expectations were high for reasons still unknown to me.We reached the venue late....thankfully.The garden where all this drama was taking place looked like a battleground.A battleground is usually covered with dead soldiers and their paraphenalia whereas this 'poor garden' was littered with all kinds of disposables.I was one of the lucky ones to spot a pool of puke.It seemed the moment the so called 'revered' guests arrived at the battleground they attacked every edible item that was on display.They didnt even spare any coffee.Now this is what I call a proper and 'well thought'  of battle plan.Veni,Vidi,Vici....I think all the countries at war must contact these indispensible human garbage.

             Thankfully,I found some kiwi which I didnt take long to finish off.The waiters at the stall even recognised me....Good for me.There was hardly anything worthy of a mention yesterday,except that my darling brother got onto my nerves because of his boorish ways and to make matters worse there was a motley band (if I may call it so) playing possibly the most torturous  and discordant music known to man.Our hosts looked as torpid and lifeless as any dead volcano.

                                                     Women though,seemed to be enjoying themselves the most.Maybe,since they cannot watch their daily soaps because of a tv production  strike this was an opportunity for them to meet like-minded vampirillos  and empty forth a cauldron of pent up gossip.One thing I fail to understand is why are these women so elaborately dressed.They would wear the most expensive clothing,deck themselves up with tonnes of jewellery and wear zombie-like makeup.Why do they have to be so artificial? This is one of the reasons that has attracted me to Carmen.She doesnt believe in artificiality and she doesnt like to show off which is a very rare quality found in women.Enough on my sweetheart.I would have to formally introduce her to all my readers.Soon an article on her would follow. It would be gross injustice if I didnt write on her as she is the major inspiration behind this blog.She has always encouraged me to push myself to the limit......Thank you very much,Carmen.

                         I have dangerously run short of ideas now.So I wont rankle any further about the harrowing experience that I had last night......................