“… And it’s written in the star line and your palms. We are fools to make wars on our brothers in arms” was being sung by Mark Knopfler in my ears. I was engrossed into his style of playing guitar. Then I adjusted some equalizer settings of my iPod. Ohh…what a mellifluous music it was. I was more than just happy with my iPod. One gorgeous lady just passed by me and asked old man sitting next to me “Sir how can help you?” Even better lady came to me with a glass of wine which I ordered earlier. I just thought that the situation I am in now just couldn’t get any better. The ambience was making me cozy. Listening to my favorite artist, sipping a wine more excitingly in the company lovely looking ladies, Oh my god where was I? Was that some Utopia? It was just a plane of British Airways.

I was half asleep and suddenly commotion started. I couldn’t understand why? I took my the headphones out. I heard that lovely ladies were asking people to calm down. I didn’t listen to earlier announcement which had lead to the commotion. I looked at the middle aged lady sitting diagonally opposite and her expression said it all. I smelled the tension in the air. I thought that plane is hijacked by terrorists. Oh no! What’s going to happen now? What has to be done? Ohh…one idea popped in my mind. Let the terrorists listen “brothers in arms”, song which I was listening. There is not any harm in trying to change their minds, is it? But wait a minute if plane was hijacked as I was supposing then where the terrorists were. I didn’t see any! Then I stopped the hostess and said “what’s going on?” She said that there was some problem with the plane and asked me to fasten the seat belts.

Then the plane suddenly took a hiccup and the gorgeous lady was in my arms. What a pleasant surprise! A Windfall? I was stunned by both hiccup and lady who was fallen in my arms! The plane got settled soon but what about me? I just couldn’t figure out how to react. Out of nowhere one of the best looking woman Great Britain has ever produced was in my arms, looking in my eyes and equally stunned. What the HELL was I supposed to do? I was speechless, dumbfounded, astonished and whatever on those lines. But she was a damn professional. Soon she regathered herself and freed herself from my arms and said with Olive oil voice “Sorry sir! (With genuine smile not the plastic one she used to wear on her face all the time) I just got off balance”. Sorry and off balance? I said in mind “Hey lady! you just got me wild” or like Joe from FRIENDS “Hey……How are you doin’?” I said none of these actually and said “It’s alright”. The dumbest I could have ever got! At least I could have asked her for her name and some crap like that but ended with just “It’s alright” Then she left. I just kept kicking myself. I should have said something nice and exciting. I just lost the opportunity.

Some cry got me back to situation in plane. The middle aged lady burst into tears. Ohh…she has already started to make a scene. She was gasping the man next to her as hard as she could and was saying “Oh…..no, I am going to die” And what are we going to do?
Just open the door of plane and jump off plane flying to the land and live for next hundred years. Is she the one only one who was going to die? I thought .The gorgeous ladies came running towards her. Their running especially one lady’s open hair reminded me of Pam Anderson and co. running in Baywatch soap. In fact the theme just came in front of eyes. I just gathered myself and said to my self “Dude people including damn you are about to die and you are ogling at hostesses…..so mean of you!” They started to mollify the lady but she kept making weird noises and kept crying. Then I searched for my one in that bunch of good looking ladies but she was not there? In fact I couldn’t see her anywhere. What? she already jumped off the plane?

The expressions of people in different situation always fascinate me. This fascination is always there no matter what the situation I or they are in. I keep observing them. So this situation was no different. The middle aged lady had the ugliest look on her face. The guy whose arm she was not gonna leave at any cost was trying calm her down. He was kinda irritated by her like every other passenger on the plane. As I was seeing towards them he looked at me. The writings on his face changed. He was staring at me with “What a fool!” look. And why not? The big fat lady who was his wife I guess was making scene and weird noises. He had to handle her and I had the best piece of Feminine beauty in my arms which I just let go away by saying “It’s alright”. Most of the males who saw what happened with me were having similar looks. And ladies were wearing the worried looks. Oh my god! One woman was also wearing “What a fool” looks on her face.

Next hiccup was stronger so everyone’s face now changed to one common expression ‘The worried one’. The plane started to tumble. I felt weird in my stomach .Ohh…no what’s going on? I am supposed to land on JFK airport, New York. What is happening? I never have done any bad to others how come this is happening to me. I started to pray. I prayed to god that it’s Ok I am going to die but at least let me have a look at or give a good bye kiss to the beautiful lady for the last time. Actually “It’s alright” must have been caused itself the last time. She must have dumped me even before we could ever got together, forget about the good bye kiss then. But what’s wrong in praying? Then the worst happened. My seat belt just got off and I was tossed up and fall the floor badly. I felt pain in my hip.

Suddenly the lights got off. It became total dark. The noises and commotion stopped. Where had everyone gone? Where were all the passengers? Was I dead? Had I got into hell because I don’t think any one of us can get into heaven anymore? Ohh..What about my lady? The pain in the ass (literally) and some child’s crying made me feel that I am alive. Some child crying was my cute little niece. I was lying on the floor and looking at the ceiling fan. I was never tossed of my seat in plane but I was fallen off the bed and that’s why there was pain in my ass. I was my at my sister’s appt in Kalyan.

It was 3.30 am in the morning. I was supposed to get up at 4.30 as I have to catch the train to Byculla at 6.00 am and then to US consulate as I had a “VISA interview”. They say the early morning dreams come true. My dream was weird but I enjoyed it. I was dying in it but I was on the plane .As I was on plane, I must have got the VISA, hats off for positive thinking. Okay thanks for taking it off, now put your hat back on I will give you chance to take off again. The feeling was nice and I tried to close my eyes for one hour more as I needed some rest before the grueling day.

Though my eyes were closed I hardly slept after the dream. It just was not going out of mind and there was also slight anxiety about the Visa interview. Anyways I got, rather I should say I opened my eyes at 4.15 am and started roaming around home. Nobody was up at that time. So what could be done? I couldn’t disturb anyone .I thought of working out as usual but couldn’t. Eventually people got up at 4.30 and I did all morning rituals. I was ready at 5.15 am. I was wearing the most descent of the shirts, jet black pants and most importantly my Ferrari perfume. Swapnil, my brother in law, a great gentleman was coming with me. He kept whole day free for me out of his busy schedule. I will never forget this.

So we got to the Kalyan railway station. We stood for like 15 min in the queue for the tickets and got them. Now the question was which platform should we go to catch up the appropriate train? It was 5.50 am and the status board was showing the trains of 5.35 and 5.36 so the trains were already late. You may say they were late by just 10 minutes but in Mumbai it matters a lot. We were on home platform. Swapnil said “lets wait on the home platform .We will get the train here”. I said “Train to kasara which is in opposite direction of our destination is coming on home platform according to the announcement”. I think he didn’t hear what I said. So looking at the status board I said “hey we should go to platform 6 for our train as the train on that platform is appropriate”. He said “No, the trains which come to this platform don’t go further. Let’s wait here! Don’t worry man.” I just nodded and thought that he knows more than me and he does. He knows all about the Mumbai and area so it was better to just go according to him.

The train written “Kasara” in front of it came. I tried to show it to Swapnil but he was already gone to look for the place to sit rather he asked me to hurry up. I just followed his orders saying as you say chief. The train was the cleanest I’ve ever seen in Mumbai. I asked about it to Swapnil. He said that these are the new ones and they are faster too. We just stepped in and sat. There was obvious question in my mind but thought Kasara may not be far away and It will go back towards CST/Byculla again.As train moved again in the direction of Kasara the Swapnil’s face got bewildered. He just couldn’t believe what was happening. He just got off his sit and asked about the train to one guy. He said it’s going to Kasara. He didn’t say a word to me. He just got off the train expertly. I followed him in fact had to but I was not expert at getting off the moving train. I jumped like a dumb on both feet then according to inertia I got into weird situation. Thankfully I found Swapnil’s hand which saved me from getting smacked on the ground.

Some how I just balanced myself back. The guys in train were looking at me with a “What a fool” look. We took a breather then. Swapnil was really embarrassed. He couldn’t believe it. The looks on his face were saying “I wish earth gets big hole next to me and I jump into it”. He apologized for the mistake. I said with smile “It’s not a big deal. I have been through worse” and adjusted my pants. I venerate this guy very much. In fact, I respect him the most in my family but he is also a human. So he made a mistake and I was ok with it. My faith in him is still strong and he is still my mentor. It took little time for him to get alright. He said “He has not seen a train on home platform going in that direction towards any further station”. I didn’t reply just kept looking at him. Then he said “hurry up! Let’s go to platform 6.Train’s coming there” So he started to run and I was equally up to the task. We managed to get it in the end and got the place to stand. In Mumbai local train you will have to be the luckiest to grab a place to sit. If you get the proper place to stand without people pressing you from all the direction then you are lucky. So we were lucky to get the place to stand.

Cool breeze was making us feel better. It is extremely rare to get that in Mumbai and region. We started talking on cricket. He said “Now these people will understand the importance of Sachin. Look at the performance of India in West Indies.” I said “I can not agree more. Sachin is the glue that holds Team India together. Just have a look at the series before Sachin and then have a look after his comeback”. We both are cricket zealots. Cricket is our religion and Sachin is our god. He said “They should take back Dada Ganguly instead of Raina. I started to fire with all cylinders for Suresh Raina and other young guns. We had a debate on the techniques of these players. The two connoisseurs of cricket were discussing on cricket. We were discussing like BCCI has appointed us as national team selectors. The meeting of selectors stopped as train stopped at Byculla.

We got off the train and I looked at my hands. Some black stuff was on hands as if I were a worker. We joked that Visa officers would say that wash your hands before entering into US or say that you haven’t washed your hand from the ritual you must have done in the morning. We were all in laughs and just walking down the empty platforms off Byculla station. Then we took a cab to go to Mahalaxmi, Desai road where the consulate is.

We reached at the consulate at 7.30 am, one hour earlier than my schedule time of interview. So we looked for some restaurant where we can get some breakfast.We didn’t have to search much. We got into one just few steps from US visa application centre on Desai road. It was Shetty’s. I ordered for “Upma” and Swapnil ordered “Misal”. I said “We use to eat Upma before the cricket matches in college days. Whenever the match used to be in morning and I eat it I never had failed with the bat but I discovered this in last year of my bachelor’s” and we laughed. Swapnil said” I am sure that you are going to live up to your reputation with the bat today.” I said “If you wish I will always. I won’t even need any Upma to eat before matches. Wishes of people like you are strong enough” I didn’t want to start Aristotle and Socrates stuff so I just pushed my head into the plate and finished it. After that we paid the bill and walked to US visa application centre.

We stood for half an hour in the queue to get into the Visa Lounge. We took the tickets and sat on chairs which were hardly comfortable. I asked to guy sitting my right which university you’ve got as he looked like a student. He looked with “Question mark” face and said” I am going to US for work via some company”. I said “ohh..so you are going on H1 visa.I am going on F1”.He said “ I don’t know what is it called. I don’t know whether it is F1 or H1 but to let you know I am the last one in my team of colleagues to go for visa. You know what one guy from my teams said something stupid to VO. He just tore his application.” I tittered and said “ Was his name Osama?” and we along with Swapnil laughed.

The VFS guy came in and called for the 8.30 appointment people. I followed him up to the bus which was supposed to take us to US consulate. It was not far away though. The security guard at the exit of lounge asked me to submit the lounge ticket which was with Swapnil so I had to get back to him. As a result of this I became the last person to get into the most stupid of the buses of all times. There was absolutely no space in it and being six feeter didn’t help my cause at all. I found the last sit in the bus. I had to circus my way towards it. I banged my head on the top of the bus. While sitting my elbow got banged on girl’s head.She was already laughing at me as I was getting smacked everywhere. She didn’t say anything after getting smacked on her head but she stopped laughing. I apologized her. Somehow I sat on last sit without actually grounding my ass, the most uncomfortable position you will ever have to sit in.We all were cramped in it.

I said thanks to almighty as we got off the bus soon. One guy explained about the procedure and we made new queue to get in. Suddenly US consulate had got over generous to ladies. One in charge officer just kept saying ladies first and allowed all the ladies to get in. The ladies with appointments later than us like 9.30 am ones also got in but we were in the queue.

Finally I got my entry in the consulate. Now security check was there. One had to remove all the metal, belts, wallets, etc and had to go through metal detector. I did the all. Ohh…no it bipped which meant I have metal on my body. I couldn’t understand how. Did someone just put a gun in my pocket? The guard checked me again then he asked me to remove my ‘Kada’(It is holy bangle worn by Sikhs. I got it from “Gurudwara” itself”) which means very much to me. I had to use all my power to remove it and go through the detector again. This time I was ok to get in.

As I entered into the next room where windows of Visa officers were there I saw one more queue. It was for the checking of docs like I-20 and all. I was again forced into next queue for finger print test. Then I was allowed to sit and wait for my token no. to be called by VO (Visa officer).I had all the docs in harmonium file some of them were in my hands. My other belongings like belt and wallet were also in my hand. I badly needed to sit somewhere and organize myself. I asked one uncle to just shift in as no one else was sitting in that row. The son of a bitch just refused. Then I saw three vacant places .I just walked across the hall and was just about to take the sit one chubby girl beat me to grab that sit. I wanted to kill her. I asked her the same to shift in but she asked to get in. She didn’t relinquish the sit.She would make a great politician I thought.I made myself comfortable. Again I started to observe the facial expressions.

I started with the chubby girl sitting besides me. She had “what’s going to happen to me” kinda typical exam type of expressions on her face. One other girl who just left the VO’s window had the look “I did it”. One girl who left window no 7 had “I am going to party for next 2 days straight.” The son of a bitch was snoring in consulate. One Uncle had “ Ohh I lost it but so what? There’s always a next time” look. The guy next to him was roaming all over the hall with “my tale is set on Fire, what should I do?" looks. His was the funniest expression I had seen in the consulate. The in charge officer who was saying ladies first earlier was now walking very swiftly across the hall. He had the “father of the bride in the middle of the wedding” look on his face. Oh then I saw me in some shiny stuff. I don’t read my face at that time like doctor doesn’t treat himself but I was singing “Masti ki pathshala” song.

As I was busy studying people’s faces I jumped little in chair when VO on window 6 called my token no. Again there was queue but not big one this time. The VO was lady. She was smiling most of the times dealing with people. It eased me up more. The girl before me got it. Then I went in smallish cabin with a glass between me and VO. There was mike for me to talk to.

Me: Can I come in?
VO (lady):Ya sure.
Me: Hi, how are you Mam? (With smile)
VO (lady): I am fine, how are you? (even wider smile)
Me: Fine.

I had to lean on the table so that I could speak on the microphone which was kinda low fro my height. It gave her sign that I was completely relaxed and cool. I figured this out when she looked at me after leaning on the table.

VO (lady):So Mr.Aradhye what is the purpose of your trip? (Looking at the DS-forms)
Me: I want to go to US for MS in information systems.
VO (lady): I don’t know anything about Information Systems can you tell me little bit about it? (She tried to fake the cynic behaviour but she couldn’t. She seemed nice person so she tried to be a cynic but couldn’t .She was bad at acting)
Me: Well, Executive support systems, Decision support systems, Knowledge support systems, Operation level support systems collectively form Information system. If I am MS in information systems I supposed to manage it.
It sounded like Latin and Greek to her. She immediately asked me the next question looking at the papers.
VO (lady): Where is this Marist Collge? I never heard of it before.(She was young so not much experienced)
Me: Well it’s in Poughkeepsie in NY state. It is around 75 miles away from Manhattan.
VO (lady):I know about Poughkeepsie.

As she was about to next question suddenly emergency alarm started ringing and she jumped into her chair. I remained nonchalant. I was waiting for her instructions.

Me: What is the alarm about?
VO (lady): Don’t worry it’s just a test. Just get out of the cabin and sit down.I will call you back.

VO from window no.5 came and instructed me the same. I did get out then. People who were behind me asked me what did she say? I told them to have a sit. Then everybody started leaving the main hall. So I did the same. They evacuated the main hall. It was raining outside. Every one had to stand in the rain for a while. Most of the people were pissed off. Then after 5/10 minutes we were asked to get in. As we were walking in one kid of 4/5 years old said “Mamma, what’s going on? Getting out and getting in. Is this some kinda play?” Things he said and the way he said made everyone laugh. After getting in we sat on the chairs in the room for the further instructions.

VO (lady): Mr.Aradhye could you come at the window no.6 ?

I went in. We both were smiling. I was going to say that it was fun but didn’t say it. She said it and we started laughing. I never heard or saw this kinda experience with VO.

VO (lady): Why this Marist college Mr.Aradhye? (Looking at the I-20)
Me: This Marist College is highly accredited in NY state. Its collaboration with IBM is going to provide me significant research opportunity. Besides this I met Dr.Sharma. I was impressed with the campus life he explained.

VO (lady): I-20 says your family is your sponsor? What is the annual family income then?
Me: Actually family means my father is going to sponsor my studies. His gross annual income is around 10 lacs.
VO (lady): Ohh….what does he do?
Me: He is a business man. He also has agricultural land. He trades agricultural products. He exports some of these products to European countries like UK and Germany.

VO (lady):Okay.. Mr. Aradhye you have a scholarship off $4000 which leaves your annual expenses to $18,347.could you show me the bank passbooks which has this much money? Hey, don’t show me Bank statement, give me the book.

Me: Ok! Give me a sec.(with a mild American accent)

I had the around $19000 in three banks. Out of the three banks one bank’s passbook was in Marathi and in fact it was hand written. Even I had difficulty in understanding it. I purposely gave that passbook to her and other two with slight delay. I won as she picked the handwritten one. She was clean bold by it as she didn’t understand a thing from it. She tried to figure out what is it all about.

Me: Mam, I have a financial summary statement with me so that it will get easier to understand everything.

She was pleased and asked for it. I gave it to her immediately. She looked more at home looking at it but again started to make weird faces as she was seeing that kinda thing for the first time. She started counting in something in her mind.I was going to say that mam use compy you have in front of you for calculations but impudence at the wrong time, wrong place leads you to death sometimes. I kept enjoying look on her face.

VO (lady): okie...Do u have any document which shows this annual income of your father?
Me: yup! I have IT returns. They show my father’s NET annual income.

It was up to 4/5 lacs. She looked satisfied with the documents I’d shown. She returned all the documents to me.
VO (lady): What are you going to after MS ?
Me: I have identifies certain Indian corporations like Reliance Infocom, TCS,Wipro which need professionals with my background for the business analysis. I intend to work for them.()
VO (lady): Do you have any relatives in US?
Me: Nope! ().

VO (lady): Okay Mr. Aradhye your VISA has been approved. Have a nice trip to US. (These golden words for me. They will remain in my ears for long long time)

Ehhooooo! I got it. I did it. I have won the FINALE. I started yelling” Uncle Sam I am coming”. I kept punching in the air. I made all the things cricket players do on TV.I flown like Shoeb Aktar. I stood still like Yuvi does these days after taking a blinder.I did all kinda punching like Sachin. I started to dance as I was on cloud no.9.I couldn’t stop yelling. I started to run all over the hall. Hey I got I was telling everyone. I was jumping as high as I could. I am sure Monkeys would have been proud of me if they had seen me. they would have said “ We are your ancestors and you are proving that. Good keep it up!” …………………………………………………….All in mind, I did all this mind!

Me to VO (for the last time): Thank you mam! Have a nice time!

And I walked quietly out of the cabin and out of the consulate .I got to into the bus to go to Lounge again. Stupid bus didn’t seem that stupid bus now. I saw Kareena kapoor’s poster on road. Even she looked beautiful to me. I was genuinely happy. My hard work of last one year had paid off. People will doubt about the hard work but they can’t deny my efforts totally.

I got to Swapnil who was getting bored in the lounge. First I got to him with the face down but I couldn’t held it for long .I burst into laughter and said” YES, I did it” he was happy too. He said "I knew it. You are going to do it"When we got out of the lounge I called my dad. I told him that I have been denied. He was stunned. We didn’t talk for next few seconds. Then before he could say something I told him that I have got it. He bashed me for the mischievous behaviour. Now It was the time for party but it was just 11.00 am.

We went to Mahalaxmi temple in front of US visa application centre. We presented ambrosia to goddess. We thanked her! We got out of the Mandir and started to walk on road. Now what? I had to come to US center for collecting my passport with the golden stamp but it was scheduled at 5.00pm. What could have been done up to it? We decided to go for the movie as it was the only thing could have been done and finished up to 4.30pm. We chose to go to Metro.

We got off the bus and walked towards the Metro Ad labs. We just got there and saw that it was closed. So now what? We took a cab and went to Eros. There was no option as there was only one movie. It was good one though. The Da Vinci Code was the movie. Though I had seen it on the first day of its release we decided to see it one more time because of no choice. We had little food and went into the theatre at 1.00 pm.

We were sitting in third last row. I kept my bag on empty sit besides me .I talked with Swapnil about the movie. I told him what is about. I gave him orientation towards Mary Magdalene, Priori of Sion and Knight Templar. As we were talking two grannies came and sat empty sits near to us. We didn’t acknowledge their presence.

My cell phone was ringing continuously so I had to get out most of time and come back after finishing the call. As I left one more time the hall the worried granny asked Swapnil about the ownership of the bag. She thought it is abandoned bag which may contain some explosive. Swapnil told it is his bag and said that if she has any problem then he will keep it with him. She said that she has no problem with it. The I came in. She asked me about the bag. I said it is mine and asked that if I could keep that bag on the empty sit between us. She said ok!

As I had seen the movie already so I took a nap for like 15 min in between movie on my chair Air condition especially played a big role in putting me to sleep. I ignored most of the calls. Then my dad called so I had to get out again so that I could talk to him properly. I talked for 10 min and then went to Men’s room to splash some water on my face and fresh up. I came back in 10 min and what did I see? The two grannies were quarrelling with guard. They were asking guard to remove the my bag out of the hall. As I came they started yelling at me. I explained that my friend was sitting in with the bag. The guard also confirmed it. So What was the big deal? They kept fighting. Shortly as it was intermission Swapnil came and joined us. His dialog ended the debate. He said"Aunty what are you yelling for? Your one foot is already in grave yard. Who would waste the precious explosive on you people?"And it made the grannies berserk. I couldn’t stop laughing. One said that look at him he is laughing he has no shame. I said “what do I shame for?” and kept laughing. I could see I was getting beheaded by that granny on Guillotine in mind.

After movie as it was 3.55 pm, we thought we should go to collect the passport and we looked out. The rain was very heavy. As we tried to grab a cab we got wet badly. There was already one old lady sitting in the cab. I didn’t see her initially. She was going to come out, even tried but I pushed her back in as I didn’t want me to get sipping wet and enter the US visa app center like that. The lady started yelling as I kept my shoe on her little finger. She started cursing in some arcane language. She was about to smash me before that I got out again and let her out. She got out and straight away joined grannies in theatre who wanted to behead me. I didn’t waste time in getting back in cab.Swapnil, me and cab driver exploded in laughter. We debated over which language it was up to the US Visa application center.I couldn'd understand what was going on with me and old ladies todays.Why every old lady had to fight with me?

I had to get another couple of queues to collect the passport. After collecting it we got to Byculla station around 6.00pm .Swapnil said “Mission accomplished!” I said “wait a min let us get home”. He looked at the status board and started running to get to appropriate platform. I was too exhausted to run but ran in the end like it was going to be last run of the day. The train was there on the platform but full like anything. Swapnil tried to get something so that he could get in but failed. I grabbed a pole. I swirled like pole dancers in song “Mahive” but couldn’t land my foot. Swapnil looked at that pathetic move and asked me to leave it and wait for the next train. I looked back people in train. Ohh…I said “ wait a min ..I am familiar with that look”.

I was about to fall with exhaustion. Swapnil’s condition was no different. We took some cold drink to fresh ourselves. We saw that one more train was coming. We swilled 300 ml of sprite as fast as we could and ran to grab again. This time we were lucky. We even got a place to sit. Then Leaning back I said “ Mission accomplished” Swapnil said “ wait for a while dude” and we laughed.

It was thunderstorm situation in Kalyan that day in fact in most Mumbai and region. We were pissed out with rush of people and rain. The smell in the air was adding to the agony. We decided to leave anyway as there was no point in waiting for a longer time. We aimed at one auto and ran towards it .The son of a bitch refused to come .Every a single auto rickshaw driver refused to get in it for half an hour. We couldn’t get any more drenched. We did find one in the end and got to home. We stepped in home and my Swapnil’s mom said the central railway stopped running in Mumbai due to rain. We just looked at each other.

We were more than just exhausted. I changed the clothes ad opened the sack. I was dumbfounded when I looked in. The sack was half filled with water. Whole documentation folder was floating. I felt numbness in head .Immediately every one in the home stepped and helped to take out all the docs. Thank god my passport was safe and other documents were not that wet. It took like couple of hours to dry them and put back in the folder.

I relaxed totally for the first time since 4.00 am in the morning. The day was more than just grueling. I got wet and got dried three times in a day. Air condition in bedroom made me cozy .Ohh this feeling was also not new to me. As I remembered the dream I smilled. I heard a call for dinner. I ate like hell. Gluttons would have easily accepted me as one of them.

Finally, I put my head set of cell phone in my ears and relaxed on the bed. Mark Knopfler it was and Brothers in arms the song it was. I never came to know when I passed out. I am sure that I didn’t even listen the line"And it’s written in the star line and your palms. We are fools to make wars on our brothers in arms."