vindaloo

In the words of Paul Simon

I'm sittin' in the railway station, Got a ticket for my destination
On a tour of one night stands, My suitcase and guitar in hand
And every stop is neatly planned,For a poet and a one man band

Homeward bound, I wish I was, Homeward bound,Home, where my thought's escaping
Home, where my music's playing,Home, where my love lies waiting,Silently for me.

Well my wish has come true and I am Leaving on a Jetplane, but I'll be back again. I leave tomorrow for India..
I can already hear the lapping of the waves against the shore in Goa, cashew feni and mackerals...fish at the beach(ummm), thats the life, not a worry for miles ahead, just the soothing blue waters of the sea.

Im also looking forward to eating the vada paavs at the roadside stalls in bbay..Ive been adviced against it though..they say my immune system has weakened and my body will not be able to take the germs...well I say when the body is weak the mind should be strong...and i have travelled figuratively speaking seven seas just for this..the bbay life...hope i am not dissapointed...
One more day of work to go, gawd time travels so slowly, the last few months passed by like a breeze, but these last few days have gone by at painstking pace, guess the eagerness to commence my vacation(a long deserved one at that) is making every moment seem longer..
Thats it then time to go....
Times have changed and times are strange
Here I come, but I ain't the same
Mama, I'm coming home
Mama I'm coming Home