Things are beginning to get interesting

The first thing that everyone asks from any guy who goes abroad is that how are the mems(chicks).Well I have been no exception and have been innundated with queries about the girls.


I have tried to be as frank as possible in this particular blog.No exaggerations no understatements.

The first site that I saw after landing on German soil at the airport was a German couple kissing passionately saying goodbye perhaps.So lets just say it was a precursor to what I was expecting from this trip.The first site i remember about my office was there was a bunch of ladies standing near the entrance.The secretary with whom I shall be associated for the next three months Antje Vandenberg was the first to greet me.Very charming and pleasant lady and thankfully english speaking.

there is this tradition in Germany that everyone greets you whenever they pass you.So hi's and morgen's toh totally common ho gaye the.And God swear I had been passed more smiles by girls in 2 days than in my entire 19 years and the truth is that even I had never passed so many smiles.

Ok now we get down to business.It had been 2 days and these hi's and hello's were getting boring.I knew a bit of German and believe me it comes in handy.I shed my introvert behaviour and decided to take things head on.The first interesting incident was when I was taking a snap of Golu and Nishil and there was this bunch of teenagers coming up.Nishil was a bit uptight abt something and I asked him to CHILL and a girl comes out of this group and whispers in my ear CHEESE.Man I was taken aback to such an extent that I couldnt think of anything to say back.

While going back home in the tram there were 3 absolutely drunk girls.Mein intentionally agle door se utra jahaan woh baithi thi.Ek ke saath baat shuru kar di and jab tak stop nahi aaya we were all laughing like idiots even though neither of us understood what the other was saying.

in the meantime we had come across some Indian girls and guys also.But what happened next is totally unbelievable and I wont fault you for not thinking this is true.nishil golu and me were roaming about on the Nikolaistrasse and this pretty young dame comes up and smiles.I thought I saw a look of recoginiton in her eyes but i couldnt recogonize her.She comes up flashes a smile says hello and starts chatting.All the while I am thinking who is this gal.In the midst of the conversation i mention that my name is Simran.She is like shocked out of her skin.She says,"You are simran I am looking for Harmeet".This is how I first met Varupi jain.This is what was actually supposed to happen.Varupi had lived in Leipzig for 8 months last year and was presently in Stuttgart. A friend of one of her friends Harmeet gets to know that she is in Leipzig and calls her to Nikolaistrasse and says that he is a sikh guy so she wont have problems recogonizing him and guess who lands up at Nikolaistrasse in his place.Yours truly.Well the list of coincidences doesnt end here.I was reading an article in Hindustan Times called Berlin Diary and you know who is supposed to be its author.You guessed it right .Varupi.So the first day we exchanged our numbers.I called her up the next day and we decided to meet the next day at Haupt Bahnoff.She was there albeit a bit late.She took us on a trip around the city and really we had a gala time.
Ok be ready for another surprise.There is a gurudwara in Leipzig.She took us there and believe me I have not seen golu this happy in the entire trip.Both he and Nishil finally got to have a satisfying indian meal after a long time.I could just see them licking their fingers.She is probably going to be here till thursday and I think we'd be going to a lake or something.

Mauritzbastei.I am going to remember this place for the rest of my life.It is an underground disc set up by students of Leipzig and it shall be remembered as the place where Simran rubbed his ass with 12-15 girls for the entire night.And man that place is heaven.I thank you Lord for telling me about this place before my first weekend itself because Varupi was telling me that Indians dont even get to know abt this place during the entire trip.We reached there around 11 pm and man you have got to see the size of the queue outside.Aur andar ja ke toh meri eyeballs bahar aa gayi.As if we had reached a sea of skin.I was not going to let go of this opportunity come what may.I am well known for having two left feet when it comes to dancing.I was afraid ki kahin this does not create mayhem in the disc.But man I really got to know I am not such a bad dancer after all.There were times when people were copying what I was doing.Well that is another story.Chicks chicks everywhere.Long short fat thin black white blonde brunette every kind.But the one that caught my attention was the one who was 6feet 3inch tall for obvious reasons.Back home in India she would have looked like an alien perhaps.But here she was the centre of attraction .everyone seemed to be hitting on her.she was in a group of 4 people.Golu challenged me to approach one of them.Aur challenge sun ke toh mera dimaag waise hi chakra jaata hia.I gave up all kind of hesitation went straight up and asked one of them Sprachen Sie English?
she said no aur meine suna di do chaar gaali.aur woh has padi .phir thodi der usne broken english mein aur meine broken german mein baat ki.the best part was that the music was so loud that you had to whisper everything in the ear and she was smelling like a goddess.thodi der nache and then it was time for hunting once more.Oops i almost forgot to tell you her name.Sandra.Thodi moti thi but cute bhi thi.
next was Anna.Us case mein it was just Hi I am Simran.Hi I am Anna.Handshake.do you speak English.No.Oh ok,bye then.

well kuch logon ko yeh padh ke lag raha hoga kaunse bade studape dikha diye.But mere liye this was like GODGIRI.

And yeah a footnote for someone.Someone who kept on saying ,"how am I going to spend the next 1.5 years without you"but actually didnt even remember when was I supposed to fly away.And this after all I had done for her.I deserved better.I could find more comfort and warmth in these strangers than in you.Where did I go wrong.Or was I really the one who went wrong.