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Been through arguably what should be the worst night of my life. Most people would marvel at the enormous stupidity of it all. And even though I am calling it the worst night of my life, I curiously don't 'feel' anything. It is just that it has to be the worst night of my life, so bad that I can't even be bitter about it or yell about it.

Before I get back to myself, I must note that Zishaan has announced that he'd be unable to keep updating his photoblog point-n-shoot. Hopefully, it only means that he'll be unable to update it for some time and will get back to it in a few months.

And for those still with me to hear me bickering about my woes, lets begin.
It all started when that cheeky little monkey man Adnan asked if I'd come on a trek to Gorakhgarh. Seeing no reason to say no, and tired of doing little other than my internship, I decided to go along. Well, so I go get me a nice pair of shoes yesterday. And that is where the trouble began. As soon as we started last night for Kalyan (it was to be a night trek, that is where the night part comes in), my feet started complaining. I hoped my feet and their shoes would find peace by themselves and ignored it. By the time we got to Thane, pain had set in and forced me to buy a pair of socks to replace the thick ones I was wearing. From that point, it was down all the way. Getting from Thane to Kalyan, I miss Kalyan station and have to come back from the next station while the others were waiting at "Kashyap Enterprises, Platform:2, Kalyan Station". Then we take bus to Murbaad from Kalyan where I am practically limping. At Murbaad, I eventually giveup and while the others boarded a bus for Dehri, I got back to Kalyan. Reached Kalyan early enough to see the last local leave. The last bus into Bombay has also left. Take the
Gorakhpu-LTT express and get off at Thane only to realise that it was 2:00 in the night and an auto to IIT would subtract approx 150 rs from my tiny pocket. Feet still killing me, only driving force is that I can get back to IIT before sunrise, I sit down on a bench at Thane station. I then realised that you are not allowed to sleep on station benches, that you can't sit-n-sleep on station benches, and that all stations as a rule suck. Eventually at 4:00 pm, a local starts off from Thane and sad little me sleeps off on the train and wakes up at Sion, four stops after Kanjur. It is 5:00 by the time I take a train back from Sion and get to the auto and to top it all, those sad little security people make don't let me in without writing an entry into the register as to why I was going to IIT.

Meanwhile, the root of all this trouble, the big toes on my feet give up the fight with the shoes my feet were in and have gone numb and hence painless. Only as I write this has circulation been restored and some semblance of normalcy restored to my groggy brain. Adieu.