So on Tuesday chaacha takes me to banfield and leaves me there for a few hours..I am sitting there going I had all my shots and stuff done, over 6 months ago, then what the heck am I doing here, well these sons of guns are beyond my comprehension…they never keep me in the loop…any who, on wednesday he is out of the house at 3 frikkin AM man! Returns around midnight and says bamboo yu going to daddy, am like whatever, go to bed…Thursday night all my uncles and aunts in dallas show up, and are being all nice to me, hugging kissing and what ever else not…have no clue what’s going on…Friday around noon chaachu take me to the airport and put me in this big ass crate and says bye bamboo..I cried yelled and begged and pleaded not to leave me and go to no avail…now here I am, I think this is a plane but dad always tells me it’s uncomfortable in a plane and guess what uncomfortable is an understatement…I landed in what seemed like a land where they spoke a strange tongue, dint understand a word, but from gestures me and a fellow American buddy who boarded the plane along with me in Dallas figured they wanted us to get out of the crate , stretch and get some food, and one of the boards said Frankfurt, Germany…so I have visited a second continent…the next flight is to Hyderabad , no clue where chaachu sent me off …I think he is upset as I am not being at my best behavior..:( …but I can’t change it now…I heard from my buddy here that they have great food in hyderabad doesn’t sound as bad after all…it’s dark in here cold and am hungry…I hate flights…they are retarded…I hear an announcement that we are about to land, lemme have a biryani when I land, and hope this third world country has some kind of Internet, so I can keep you guys posted…okay guys pray for me, some nicer bones and some good biryani and hopefully some dosas…cheers..
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Singaraju 