All india permit...

Gandhi once said “if dhoti falls, it better be tour de France, in India people start worshipping”.
Bole to log alag soch alag, mein alag tu alag........no offence blog......

Hi i am ankush kapil, did my engineering in electronics and communication and an Mba from one of the finest institutions in India. Basically engineering gave me a way to think and attitude to question things as to why, when, where; “Chutiye aur bewkoof mein ek dhage ka antar hota hai”; subah utha to mathe pe chutiya likha tha ya nahi, pata nahi; but yes “butt” par all india permit likha jaroor mila” JUST IMAGINE ;) Matlab great hai ji traveling and all.........life rocks, on the rocks. And I took marketing as my majors because i realized thats where my core competancy was.

DAY One: (Bangalore)
Fresh, yes that's how i felt on the first day to work. And i boarded a bus that had enough parking space and i choose one. Ahh i was enjoying the ride and then suddenly i felt some halchal in my senses and guess what could be the reason, yes the lady who parked in front of me and suddenly u realize everything has changed (CAUTION: this isn't any article in debonior or play boy mag, remember “family blog”) .......OMG she was tall, dark and heavy!! The smell that she wore made me realize “idli, sambhar mein dosa khao, kannada movie ke gun gaon, mind it”. The freshness that existed now coexisted with the aroma of jasmine and the smell of “the” coconut oil. And i thought wah its different than our place...... log alag soch alag, mein alag tu alag.
But on the way back home i realized that indianess too existed, I was travelling in this bus that gave similar experience to the ones in Delhi, matlab khakhach traffic except for “salpa” “salpa”, “pass kodi”, and few others.
Frustated, yes thats how i felt on the way back home, frustated because of that smell and it wasn't the familiar one. Instead this time it was the armpit of fellow passenger strategically placed so that i don't even miss a bit of that smell and i wondered “loog alag soch alag, mein alag tu alag........par naha to sakta tha wo :(

DAY X (koi to din tha)
It would have been around 11:30 AM or so and i was riding this new bike of mine to work.......
What, What did u just thought “abe ankush ne bike kab li??”, Ab tum aisa karooge (Batao kiska dialogue hai, na na it isn't Sahu), its a story it ought to be different, acha chalo no lies only french fries. Haan bhaiyya i was “bus ed”[new word, hehe, newton ko ratwaonga]. I was “bus ed” and that too window “bus ed”. I was kind of switched off, might be thinking of you......and suddenly i saw “another bus” and “another face” that looked different......and i thought “abe yeh kar kya raha hai” and then i saw his hands up in the air and i thought “jao chahe dili, mumbai, agra; haath utha ke he ek indian naach raha” and finally i found something thats doesn't justify attack on Indians in Austraila, US or UK, if there are any........

DAY Y (Gujrat)
As soon as i entered Gujrat i was seriously looking out for one thing, it was a kind of Market Research; well i was trying to figure out if the “sample population” was the true representation of the “entire population”; because the sample size as u know bahut kam tha and becoz yeh dil maange more and it would have been a treat if sample size could have been increased. HEHE, no offence only defence.....kya bol rahe ho!!! u didn't thought like that, i mean the way i put it, i mean, i to, matlab aife kaife.....so u are not interested in the results.......no demand, more supply, promotional schemes 70 % off.........company closed!!!
Fine lets talk of something different, the few things that made the mark were Gujrati Thali (that deserve another blog), Dry state - not even a single drunk man/woman, women empowerment, and “ghusa do traffic”.

DAY Z (Nxt stop: Punjab)
to be continued.........