To the arsehole who posted as anonymous on my Mumbai post:
Why don't you fucking get a fucking life? Nobody fucking told you to read the fucking blog so quit fucking around. And also get some fucking balls and post with your blog ID. Fucking loser. Fuck off.

Hello world, this is the 2nd and last time I'm blogging out from a hole called "Insta Communication" in Mumbai. Ahem so my trip was alright and stuff thats cool. Nice cool nigh. Waiting for Kevin to come online... Bored to death...

Hello people! This is me blogging from a cybercafe in Mumbai. It's 17:00 and hot. It was raining this morning but wasn't scary. Who'd say there's Monsoon here? I've been here since Monday morning and I'm going back on Monday itself. It was my first flight to somewhere but I have to admit that it was absolutely FANFUCKINGTASTIC! The plane was chock full and not one seat was left! And since i have a subload ticket, yes you guessed it right, I did it on a crew seat ladies and gentlemen, I was in the cockpit with the pilot, and Aniisa, a colleague and friend of mine. I have to say that it was an experience of a lifetime even though I was scared of the flushing. If you actually sit on it while it flushes, IT CAN SUCK YOUR ARSE RIGHT OFF YOUR BODY! So be careful dudes! Anyway, it's all good. I've been to Mohatta Market, Gandhi Market, Crawford Market, Bhooleshwar, Siddhi Vinayak Mandir, and Mahalaxmi Mandir too. I have to admit I felt a little bit out of place with my blue jeans and tee shirts in the temple but hey, don't judge a book by it's cover yeah? Meanwhile I miss my sister my father and my home. Can't wait to go back...