Bohemian Dreams - part one.

Have you ever dreamt of that perfect place? With the pristine sands and no sense of pretence attached to it. I did, and finally found it in Gokarna. I fell in love with that darn place through photographs and memory strings of others. (Eh, This could actually become a bollywood story) Anyways, I am going finally! with some other people. People who i feel will never understand Gokarna. But this is'nt about people, its about a love story - Mine and my obsession with a place. I feel good to just have people linger on the borderlines and forget rudimentary life for three days and immerse myself in hash and sand.

I haven't packed. We still dont have a place to rest our drunken selves. Sometimes i wish i was going alone. Sometimes i wish i could meet Bob Dylan outside college. Sometimes i wish i never had to wish.

This trip better kick ass.