Hey, it's a complete new year. (Part 2)

Even though it's been five days since school re-started, I don't have anything to add about it, except the fact that it's still there, and atheists are amazing people and Bollywood is a quirky and sexist place.

So, to get back to Nagpur, after those two incredible days we just roamed around the place, eating, and clicking pictures. So there.

Then we went to Jamshedpur, where my dad resides, for his work, and where all my books are. I love Jamshedpur only because of it's greenery, Kashfin and my bookshelf.

In Jamshedpur, my cousins came to visit. And some major career advice shizz happened which in turn led me to becoming serious. And that very same seriousness is why  haven't been uploading as frequently I used to, but I still remember that I do have a blog, so there.

Fountainhead's been amazing, S is good, Nabha and Pushpa are cool as always and Kashfin is amazing.

Somehow even Monkey is becoming a great friend. He was, but now I feel as if the feeling is mutual.

My New Year Resolutions, eh?

• Get into section A in Grade Tenth.
• Read loads of books.
• Become awesome-er.
• Lose weight. And pimples. 

Ain't this a boring post?

Well, that's life in all it's mediocre glory. 

Except the Ibu Hatela part of course. It's characters like these which make life worth living.

Khayega kela?

Hey, it's a complete new year. (Part. 1)

It's been really long since I last updated. But, life was happening, so there.

I went to Nagpur for four days. We celebrated Christmas with food there. My cousin is a chubby kid who doesn't know anything else apart from stuffing himself up, and that was exactly what he did there. Us, included in this activity as we were guests there.
Nagpur is where my dad did his MBBS. So it was exciting seeing him remember his past.

On Christmas Eve, we arrived, and after the mundane, (freshing up, eating) we went our to watch pk and boy was it amazing. As Fountainhead said, it had a 'feel-good' ending. While returning, we went to the Indian Coffee House, where my dad used to go with his friends while in college. It was this amazing old place, and the coffee was quite okay. I think the fact that my dad and the waiter started having a heart-felt conversation lighted it up for me.
After returning I got ready to leave for the church. I went to the church to the midnight mass, and after enduring a four hour religious process, they blessed us 'common folk' with an eclairs.
A tiny eclairs. There was a huge line, to be blessed with an eclairs.

One of the oldest churches in Nagpur- St. Thomas

The all-consuming eclairs for which I endured four hours.

When we were all standing inside the church, hands clasped in prayer, the clock striked twelve. My uncle, who was beside me had just turned 44, and Jesus had been born. I wished him. 

Afterwards, to amplify the sheer stupidity of the whole thing (did I mention I'm an atheist?) we were clicking pictures and commenting on how stupid theists really were. 

We had walked all the way to the church and we were walking back home at 1:30 a.m. I tried calling Monkey, but the ape was sleeping. I called Nabha up and wished him. 

Christmas day was quite happening. It was my uncle's birthday, so quite a ton of food was made in the evening, and my chubby cousin led me to the local market where I marveled at how the local shopkeepers relented and gave him a discount purely for being 'friends' with my cousin. I had been hearing tales of how he used to explore the entire neighborhood when he was just four, and I was seeing the aftermath of his abilities to mix in absolutely anywhere. Early on that day, we had explored a few temples where my dad was keen to comment, "Aren't you feeling the bhakti?" 

I was quick to assure him that I was not. 

In fact whenever we went near the idol, I would swear under my breath and say: "I don't believe in you." I think a religious old lady heard me because she was glaring at me. 

We went to Bhade uncle, the landlord with whom my dad had spent a decade of his life with. Their family gave a warm, fuzzy feeling which I will describe as being akin to drinking butterbeer. (Because I'm sure a wizard is reading this). 

For some unknown reason, my uncle insisted on taking us to see his property. We went to see a barren land, woohoo, ain't it fun? Going to see a patch of land, where a dog nearby keeps barking at you because supposedly he has peed there and now considers the land his? I dunno what adults think, I really do not.

The only fun part was clicking pictures. 

In the evening, a mind-blowing woman came to visit. She had been a neighbour to my dad, and she was just- 

Amazing.

Old memories. We also went to see dad's old college.

So basically it was a day of nostalgia for my dad. And awesomeness for me. Except a few lean parts in between.

There are many, many things that happened. But I will write later, because Chemistry and Literature beckons me. 

P.S. I'm Peach and R's Fountainhead now.