Oh Captain, My Captain! Mumbai in May!

3 years ago this May a very good friend of mine left the states to head back to his hometown; Mumbai, India. He was a member of @ Michigan, and quite the tumultuous member at that. Either people loved him or hated him. The big city cynicism of Bombay sometimes fell short in the sweet yet naive midwest. Or..maybe he was just a prick;) Yeah, that's probably a better explanation.






AT ANY RATE, Capt. Prashant "P" Rajkhowa and I traveled far and wide, partying like rock stars during those college years. Memorable moments include being drugged in Mexico City and following a dog home, running onto our plane in Bratislava at 7am...with beers still in hand--and then interviewing a beautiful Slovakian air mostess, almost shooting a shot of olive oil at the Spanish booth during of the many global villages-- where we both thought we would end up dead, P having the keys to sneak up atop the Michigan Union and having a "few" beers, 1/2 gallon upon 1/2 gallon of sangria at Dominics, P punching G square in the mouth at the Canadian National Conference in Quebec, Prawn curry, Ginger Chia, Old Monk rum, Little Sinai, Little Bombay, cleaning out the bar on the plane en route to Ireland, and the liver-damaging list goes on and on..



3 years ago that era came to an abrupt end, as most era endings end. We said our goodbyes and haven't really stayed that much in contact. It's hard to believe it's been that long, and while the time has indeed "flown by", his news about his upcoming marriage made me realize how long it had actually been. I woke up in my sleep last night (probably because my tooth was throbbing), and I just sat up wondering "My god, how did the world's biggest cynic on love and life ever decide to get married?" HA! I don't know, but I hear the sound of a whip nearby! Digs beware!



Congratulatons to you, Prashant, and my deepest sympathies for you, Sasha. Jam and I shall see you two in Mumbai..in May.