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Welcome to United States of America" - That’s exactly how our Flight Captain welcomed us to this country. And I was sooooo delighted! More than USA, it was the idea of finally getting off the 18th century American Airlines plane with grumpy staff :-& that caused the delight! It’s been 3 days since then and my first blog from the land of dreams!


Its 5:00 am here and my body’s on starvation mode. That’s something I can’t stand. I guess I've had some 10 hrs of sleep in past 72 hours and that's it! Imagine, you've a severe headache, your back hurts unbearably. Your eyes are droopy due to sleep deprivation and they just don’t stop watering. You’ve a RED runny nose. Your face looks pale. You haven’t showered in 24 hours now and are burying yourself under layers of sweat shirts and comforters. That’s how my jet-lag has affected me.
G and Ankur have been guiltlessly taking me out for a ride – LITERALLY! All the way from New York to Connecticut to New Jersey to Stamford to Boston with somebody as jet-lagged as me! Why this Kolaveri Kolaveri Kolaveri di?? :-L


It all started with Vikram and me suffering Chalupa-supreme-with-beans and some other semi-Mexican torture, all thanks to G. I still can’t believe he took me to Taco-bell or whatever that’s called directly from Airport with my jet-lag and thousand-ton-bags! I mean, after a 20 hour flight, the first thing we do is rush to Taco-Bell! Sorry taco-bell, I know you’re good, just that you’re not my type. I prefer Chipotle anyways. :)


The moment I reached home, a hot shower ensured I immediately slept like a log of wood. However, I was up and active at 3:00 am that night with having JUST nothing to do! G was up to… god knows what was he doing! So we decided to chat up with Ankur over Skype for about couple of hours! Hum bhi nahi soyenge aur aapko bhi nahi sone denge. hehe.. (Meaning, we will not sleep, and wont allow you to sleep)


Next day we were to spend with Ateet & Ankur. So we left for NJ to pick the guys and headed straight away to Red Robbins to pacify our firing and flaming hunger. What I saw on my plate was a HUMONGOUS BURGER, a size suitable to feed a baby elephant and towering onion rings. All I could read on them was “Eat-me-for-a-month-and-you're-ready-to-meet-your-grandpa-in-heaven!” I tried finishing it all in vain!


After the meal, I don't really know what happened. I was sleepy-cum-partially-unconscious until we reached Iplay America, an indoor amusement park in NJ. That’s all we could do on a crappy rainy foggy cold chilly day. We played two rounds of Laser Tag and that did the trick of 100 coffees together. So effective!  I was alive. After an hour’s drive back home, this fun day ended at Ateet’s place. Thanks man. You’re a nice guy. Be that way. :-)


Third day, morning breakfast at Balkrushna Kaka and Mayuri Kaki’s place. After yesterday's Burger, I hated food until, I had garam garam batakawada made by master chef Kaki! A rush rush breakfast and we headed to New York. Times Square was at its awesome-st best! I could only imagine how electrifying would it be at night. I will definitely check the place out sometime later, since today, we had to rush for Ankur’s visa thingy. A nice stroll on NY streets and avenues, a visit to Toy"R"Us, M&M and Hershey’s HUGE stores and Chipotle lunch just more than made my day. The NY spirit was infectious! So much like Mumbai! Such an amazing place. I instantly fell in love with it. :x

We left NY for Boston & our way dropped to D-ben’s place! Laugh-riot is what followed untill midnight. People were going all nostalgic and crazy. Almost at half past 12 we decided to leave only to reach here around 4:00 am today. Now its 6:00 am and officially 36 hours since I have not had a good sleep. And am just going to do that! I-)

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