When I disclosed to my friends here that I’ll be going to India in May, they all collectively gave those ‘are you mad’ kind of look. They suggested in nice manner that May won’t be the good time to be in Delhi, and it’s much nicer in Feb or March.

Only thing, I can say to them is I’ve spent my whole life in Delhi, and I’m fully aware of each and every day of season there, forget about any particular month. I know its going to very hot, it will tough to adjust from 40 degrees Fahrenheit to 40 degrees Celsius but so what.

They are right in their opinion, but when thoughts of going home cross my mind, every other thing becomes trivial, so what if its going to hot, so what if we won’t be able to visit Jaipur as we planned after watching Jodha Akbar. So what.

And now as flying date is approaching, kaam utna hi badhta ja raha hai, jitna ki mera kaam na kar ney ka mann.

Mann bhi badi ajeeb cheez hoti hai.

Only low point of whole planning is that, I’ll be flying back from India on my birthday. Just imagine it’s your birthday, and you are busy with last minute packing, and in evening leave home.

That excitement of going home led to this blunder.