Back to Bedlam
To think the world therefore a general Bedlam, or place of madmen, and oneself a physician, is the most necessary point of present wisdom: an important imagination, and the way to happiness.
- Thomas Traherne
That, sums it up, I believe. I have lost count of the number of things / people / processes / results I have tried being during the time I have been away from writing in here.
There are those you believe genuinely care for you, of course there's no way of knowing unless you are good at looking trough the soul. So you either believe, or you don't. Then there are those who want to know, know it all. Like well informed citizens of the republic, just that you happen to be the subject of their concern, awkwardly, almost day in and day out. And then there are the paparazzi sans cool imaging devices, working for fancy little tabloids of their own mind. To their credit, they work hard, have a huge majority and coordinate and cooperate well for their numbers, and yes, they get you - all the time.
I fell prey too. To some of the above or now when I look at it, all of the above kind of people. Tried doing things. Nay, tried making them happen ahead of time, out of nowhere maybe. Of course the world goes by what it sees, and that notion gets to you every now and then. It did get to me. It might get to me again.
For now though, I'm back to bedlam. So come on over all you foolish people. Those who need the therapy and those who don't. Because I, for one, am the master of me again, and for now, I'm doing things - my way.
Of course life is bizarre, the more bizarre it gets, the more interesting it is. The only way to approach it is to make yourself some popcorn and enjoy the show.
Listening to: Anyone Else But You, Juno OST
P. S. No dedications for now but a small thank you to James Blunt. Yup, that blog post title is stolen :)
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One for the cause
One of India’s most trusted and credible NGOs, GiveIndia is taking part in a competition on Facebook to win a US$1 million grant. The winner will be the NGO that gets the highest number of votes from Facebook users. The prize of $1 million will help put or keep 40,000 children across India in school for one year!
Voting in the competition is for one week only, from Friday, January 15 – Friday, January 22, 2010. Can we make a difference in the next 5 days? We sure hope so!
The link for voting, where you can also see more details of the competition is
Something you can easily take time of for while online for one of your countless social networking session... GO VOTE!
Listening to: Back Home Again, John Denver
P. S. Hell yeah! I'm back for sure :)
A momentary lapse INTO reason
All our reasoning ends in surrender to feeling.
- Blaise Pascal
As it slides across the frame each morning,
While I am still asleep, snoaring
It sure does get my thoughts bowling,
as I toss around in the bed moaning,
swearing at, what, of late, has become,
My window to the world.
Fowls have got food to gather
Yet another day for mutts to fight the weather
cabbies readying to tain their patrons
The teacher readying to play the matron
The milkman, the guard, even the garbage guy
are kings when balancing the lemon on their spoon.
Why me, just me, did you single out O stupid fireball,
to burn through on thy wheel of fortune?
Ain't there a code of misconduct you ought to say?
Ain't there a game to play afore your prey?
Is that how plain you get to decide my destiny?
Shouldn't your ways be the cause for my mutiny?
Questions fly around in disarray - questions absurd,
as I finaly sit up and look out to the horizon,
far and out, through my, window to the world...
Listening to: Let's Make a Night, Bryan Adams, The Best Of Me
Dedicated to: Sitting in my room today, I just realised this huge sliding french window is something I have never really noticed, although I've been rotting in here for like five months now. The post by the way, is dedicated to Jaadoo, someone who loved sliding windows... :P
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My DD moment
The radio jockey was going all praise over DD turning 50 and asking listeners to phone in and tell everyone about their favourite DD moment. The faint first memories that I have of myself watching DD are glimpses from the everybody at home assembling in front of the TV for watching there favourite Buniyaad go a step farther. [Yes, Ekta Kapoor neither invented nor discovered family dramas.] Of course I remember Shanti too, Mandira Bedi never got tired of coming back on to the screen every afternoon, day after day after day. [UTV again beat Ekta Kapoor to daily soaps] And then there was Sports Broadcasts, whether it was the Hero Cup, The 1996 Wills World Cup, Leander Paes's bronze at Atlanta Olymics of '96 or Zidane's moment of glory at Fifa '08. DD was here there and everywhere, juggling time and resources pretty efficiently I'd say.
Having a 'Cable Connection' was considered something elite and taboo at the same time at the lunch break conversations of us 7th graders.
And then things began to change. Cable TV became as much about Discovery, BBC and National Geographic as it was about Star World and AXN. You just had to have it to have a taste of 'The World'. WWF(E) was never a DD trademark and so wasn't Prannoy Roy's NDTV. And the good old terrestial antenna caught in the web of cable signals carrying coaxial wires, slowly lost it's esteemed place atop the rooftops. You had to have 5 different Sports, News, Family Entertainment, Movie and Foreign channels to complete a TV viewing experience. [I do love cable TV for ESPN, HBO and WB though.]
And slowly, DD was left to be that official broadcaster of the nation that nobody had the time to see.Of course it isn't anywhere near with regards to quality of the content or presentation that we have on the Satellite channels. And who needs to be blamed for that, is anybody's guess..
So what's my favourite DD moment? Quite a few come to mind when I think of that...
- One fine afternoon, you could only see the pictures and not hear anything. I later got to know that Rajiv Gandhi had been assassinated. Don't know how, but I happen to remember that.
- Of course being home on Sunday mornings to watch Jungle Book, Duck Tales and Tales Pin is something I can't forget. I still cant find a Cartoon channls that airs those shows.
- Some of the really well presented social service messages that were aired after every hour or so. Remember "एक चिडिया - अनेक चिडिया" and "मिले सुर मेरा तुम्हारा" ?
- Watching the friday night movies that went on for about 5 hours thanks to the plethora of advertisements that DD used to get back then.
- Buying a Radio that broadcast DD so that I didn't miss '99 WC during my summer sojourn at Palampur, where we didn't have a TV.
- Remember the "Sorry for Interruption - रुकावट के किये खेद है" screen that used to pop up so often? It became a part of the Indian legend and folklore for ever. Modern day satellite channels hang up too, it's just that they aren't courteous enough!
Well none of these happen to be the actual DD moment for me. It's way too recent, when I lamented India's early exit at ICC WC '07 and decided to do something about it. So I got a TV Tuner card from my uncle's and we built a special set top dipole antenna, that could easily catch the free-to-air DD terrestial signals. And sure enough, I witnessed India's triumph at the ICC World T20 right there in my room, without a cable wire. And to this day, I haven't been able to decide what satisfied me more...
So what's you DD moment? Come on, say!
Listening to: Feelin' Way Too Damn Good, Nickelback, The Long Road
Dedicated to: That big terrestrial antenna that once brought home Doordarshan. Gosh I miss you :P
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All about WEIRD analogies
Analogies, it is true, decide nothing, but they can make one feel more at home.
- Sigmund FreudLife's all about analogies they say. Comparisons with the past, living up to the present, planning the future - it's all about analogies. Peers, who's who, role models, siblings all set examples for you and sometimes maybe, you want to give it back to them.
What if the examples come from weird sources. What if you need to read a handbook or manual when a certain analogy or it's premise seems to be way over the top? Surveys show responses might vary. [Yes I've conducted a thorough survey of my own, alright.]
You might do one of the following -
- Ridicule the whole thing, abuse and move on.
- Ridicule the whole thing and move on.
- Don't feel like wasting your precious time even though you find it interesting.
- Go buy and lookup that damn manual, because you so want to get to the root of it.
If you do belong to the one of the last two crowds - chances are you might just want to check out this new storehouse of weird analogies on the www.
winZoo's own home on the internet, he calls it, Living Like Windows.
Happens to be a self confessed techie's foray into the market of troubleshooting [hold you breath...] people's lives, the geek way.
Happens to be a self confessed techie's foray into the market of troubleshooting [hold you breath...] people's lives, the geek way.I do have some more inside scoops on the supposed next big philanthropic help site on the www. [That was the customary spoiler alert.] But winZoo hasn't paid me enough to advertise his new venture that well. So this is where I leave you wondering.
And by the way, the launch is tomorrow evening - Friday the 4th. Do pay a customary visit to enhance my chances of a fat commission check. And No, you needn't blast me in here on my blog if you don't like what you see in there. I'm a just a shrewd businessman making some money for myself. (Did I tell you I share my birthday with Bill Gates?) :P
Listening to: I'm a Liar, Bryan Adams - A Day Like Today
Dedicated to: winZoo... 'coz I'm being paid to do it!
P.S. This is an advert and philanthropy is the subject matter of the solicitation. :P
Heartbreak at it's very best.
When I'd planned on a comeback posting schedule with my previous post, this was not where I'd decided to start. But some things are best done unplanned, and this seemed one of them. [Don't ask me about the others ;)]
It all started a day before, I guess, when I read an article on the Bomaby Times front page, by, errrr... Saif Ali Khan. It was about a childhood friend, who happened to be a cute girl. The kids never saw each other because Saif's parents shifted base and the poor boy had just a photograph of his friend as a memory...
Brought back memories of my childhood. Lotsa friends in the town that I was born and the next one, where I grew up, whose names I don't really remember and faces i faintly do. But I'd surely love to give it a try to go see them after like, 20 odd years...
Anyways, back to today, when I was watching Neil Patrick Harris, the How I Met Your Mother star [well for me he's a real life guru, that all senti guys should have] , on Star World, when this advertisement for Airtel Digital TV went on air.
Hmmm... Saif Ali Khan's article, it turned out was a gimmick (which I had kinda guessed) for this very add. But that's where it becomes rather touchy. He somehow finds the girl thanks to the photograph, a locket, and Airtel Digital TV and serendipity of course. But, just when he's about to rush to the girl (who apparently anticipates something exciting too, given the look on Saif's face), Kareena Kapoor enters the frame. (yes, from nowhere!) Poor loyal [?] lover boy Saif quietly slips the photograph of his childhood sweetheart into his back pocket and moves towards Kareena... while the girl he had been searching for so long, too curbs her excitement and moves away... the whole scene ends with the background jingle... Dil Titli... Dil Titli Sa. (The heart's a butterfly) [the translation because I believe my blog does have some readership abroad! lol]
I don't really want to comment more on the advertisement. How I felt about it? Well, I haven't really written about an advertisement here on THE iNFINITY, so you can probably guess. Watching it I felt that I won't like to go through it all ever, although deep inside I know I make similar choices everyday, thanks to my heart that flutters like a butterfly, all the time.
Though there's one thing about he advertisement I can't stop myself from saying. Kareena Kapoor in the role of her life, as the evil vamp! She should do more such roles... looks good in those. [She still remains one my favourite on screen actresses for her role in Jab We Met.]
This post was never meant to be and I still end up writing a truly boring autopsy for an advertisement... hmmm. Dil Titli... Dil Titli Sa.
Listening to: The title track from Dil Bole Hadippa. How does Titli Bole Hadipa sound like?
Dedicated to: The Titli that our hearts are.
P.S. The blog entry is in no way an endorsement of Airtel Digital TV. I could have used a generic name, but that would have spoilt the fun. I still watch TV through my good old cablewallah by the way...
Images Courtesy: Google and deviantART
Update: My post was quicker than even youtube. Anyways, found the video for this advert on youtube just now... check it out if you didn't already see on TV.
I guess I'm not done... just yet.
Why I've not been posting anything on THE iNFINIY all this time? Well, a combination of lame and not so lame excuses - have been lazy, haven't been well, had to undergo a nightmare (they call it surgery in medical terms), have been speculating a lot, haven't been thinking that much, have allowed my jobless tag get to me, have been listening to lots of people instead of just hearing them...
In a nutshell, I've been screwing and letting life screw me...
And then I remembered I certainly had things to do... probably a lot better than what I've been doing. This ain't really something worth reading... just a reminder to all my readers that I'm still here... and gonna be back writing soon... I do believe its better than most things I do.
Don't think there are many regular readers left on THE iNFINITY. But, asd's willing to do whatever it takes to get them back...
No bangs, but yes, I'm back! :D
[Silly punchline to end with, I know, but you know, I'm outta form]
And then I remembered I certainly had things to do... probably a lot better than what I've been doing. This ain't really something worth reading... just a reminder to all my readers that I'm still here... and gonna be back writing soon... I do believe its better than most things I do.
Don't think there are many regular readers left on THE iNFINITY. But, asd's willing to do whatever it takes to get them back...
No bangs, but yes, I'm back! :D
[Silly punchline to end with, I know, but you know, I'm outta form]
Listening to: Ye Dooriyan, Kaminey. Courtesy: Radio Mirchi
Dedicated to: The hapless radio jockey on the same station. Man! I'm a fan of their stamina and shameless stupidity.
P.S. The preview pic that I put up was t attract more readers... nothing to do with a movie review as you must have realised by now. Ya kamina... dazz me!
Gone, are my whiskers :(
A man without a moustache is like a cup of tea without sugar.
- Read in an old Reader's Digest a few days back. Can't recall the personality they attributed it to. So for now, attributed to Anonymous.
So out of the blues one day,just like that, I decided that I'll heed my doctor's advice and won't shave for good. He had been telling me to avoid it until I got rid of my summer supply of pimples, but being presentable in college constitutes a huge chunk of any dude's check list. And so I'd been shaving each alternate day to keep looking like the gentleman that I am.
And then the stubble, which slowly grew into a much heralded beard. "Impressive growth rate", I complimented myself.
Then one fine day, they told us it was time to bid farewell to the college, with of course an official farewell from the college, that sadly had, an official dress code. Yup! I had to shave.
Going through the routine, a shimmering Gilette Mach3 in hand, I checked out my face with a moustache. Just a moustache. The shaving cream smeared on the rest of the face. It looked... errr.. impressive to say the least. "Does a moustache violate the term clean shaven? " I asked myself. "Probably it does. Probably it doesn't. But well worth the risk all the same."
"Let's do it". I told myself.
So there I was at my official farewell party with a big black moustache. It did earn me a lot more photo opportunities than normal, apart from, of course, the glares and stares.
And to this day I'd been sporting the same bushy black moustache. Just that some (mis)happenings tell me it's the wrong era to be going around showing it off...
Friends were generous in showering accolades. How much they ridiculed my latest 'experiment with my looks' is something I'll never really get a masure of. Kids tried calling me uncle. Girls came forth with their particularly unappealing smiles. And some were blunt enough to do away with the smiles, altogether. And to top it all, my own mother seemed perturbed with me, the moment I set foot, in my new home.
So, with a heavy heart and even heavier hands, that seemed more like the butcher's hands, making the lamb say it's final prayers a million times, before they actually do it in, I chopped off my prized possession of the past few months.
"The Mumbai clime made it impossible to maintaion one, and I wasn't one to trim them off", is what I tell people who ask me the whereabouts of my face's bookmark. For the record though, I had to do it out of compulsion. A compulsion called keeping your near ones happy - at whatever the cost!
They say a man without a moustache is like a cup of tea without sugar. But then, isn't that what the doctors prescribe us for a healthy life these days? Hmmm... consolation enough.
Listening to: Mean Mr. Moustache, The Beatles
Dedicated to: Nathulal. That legendary guy with whiskers to die for...
Dedicated to: Nathulal. That legendary guy with whiskers to die for...
P.S. I happen to be too modest a guy to post my own picture sporting the moustache on my own blog. :P Check out my Facebook badge down below to get a first hand view of the look.
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A hundred, a bit down BUT not out :)
If I need a cause for celebration
Or a comfort I can use to ease my mind
I rely on my imagination
And I dream of an imaginary time.
- Billy Joel
About the same time last year, home for the summer break at the end of the third semester in college, I ran into this brilliantly done up article in the Sunday express about the new phenomenon in online advertising. It went gaga over how google was helping small website publishers substantial sums. In a nutshell, the article was all about Google AdSense.
Having gone through the piece, I began weighing my options...
I'd always believed I could write alright. And more often than not, I did. Lots of useless scribbling at the back of my notebooks, that, more often than not, ran me into trouble. Here was a chance to put it to monetary use I thought. I'd earn my own pocket money and make it big in life [Okay. A bit of exaggeration here and there never killed a human being. Bear with me. Please do.]
So there I was, setting up THE iNFINITY in about a week, without researching deep into everything concerning the so called enterprise. So when I should have gone for a niche blog ['cos apparently, that's what pays] I was busy setting up a general 'free for all' sorts blog. And when done with that part, I began to think myself smart, way too smart, when I began clicking on my own advertisements hoping that Google won't know. The rest as they say, isn't history. It's still a bittersweet memory, when instead of getting a notification for a payout check as I had been expecting, I received a mail saying that my AdSense account was being shut down for 'Invalid Click Activity' in a no questions asked / answered manner. And just like that, I was on the streets again.
So much for the melodrama...
Friends who had earned and earned big, suggested making a new account and blog, with of course the advice that I ought to consider google the smartest the next time round. Call it height of laziness, or sheer love for something I thought belonged to me, I decided to persevere. And so, iNFINITY continued on it's turtle pace, to reach a small but significant milestone a few days back.
I wrote my hundredth post. Within a year. And my blog marked about five thousand unique hits within that period too. A Google PR of high of 3. And to top it all, some dilligent followers of whatever crap I may dish out. [Of course, I have to keep doing things to bring them back, when I go absent for my ever so frequent short sojourns...]
Without too many celebrations [that's becaue I'm jobless and broke as of now :P] I move on to the next milestone(s), with some interesting goals in mind. Also, I thank from the bottom of my heart [no puns intended] each and everyone, who stumbles by my blog, every now and then, and cares to read or even comment sometimes.
And while at it, I ask you all, the readers, to put forth some suggestions to make iNFINITY better. [Save the 'blog's too big, takes ages to load' comment though, I'm working on it and haven't got anywhere].
For now, as I see the Mumbai rains through my balcony, and think of interesting things to write home about, there's just a small reminder every now then in the form of the flickering modem LEDs - "Do something about the dough dude, you're still broke." :P
Listening to: Hai Junoon, New York - courtesy some stupid FM station.
Dedicated to: Google and AdSense, that insensitive pair of Americans.
P.S. : Individual comments would be rewarded with a link back to their blog(S) in the same post. [That's how I plan to bring readers back this time]
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The Moving Chronicles - Final Farewell...
For ye shall go out with joy, and be led forth with peace: the mountains and the hills shall break forth before you into singing, and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
-Bible (Old Testament)
Part IV
continued from Part III
It was about the same time four years back that I receieved my rank sheet for the JUIT entrance test. It said I was eligible for counselling and had to be present in flesh and blood (the pun is intended, indeed.) on the given date. That started a heated round of arguments at home.
Having spent about four years at Shimla prior to this, I obviously didn't want to go back to a place I thought I had left for good. But then, I hadn't done too well in any of my other competitive exams and I still wanted to be an engineer. And as Papa put it, "Beggars can't afford to be choosers".
In about a month, I was trying to make myself feel at home at JUIT, Waknaghat. [yeah queerly named location for a college you'd say, and I agree...]
More or less, the four years passed about in a jify. And for all their memorable moments, I'd probably like to forget the four years as fast as I lived them. Living in the moment was one of the better lessons that college probably taught me.
I passed out of JUIT a week ago. (yeah! I'm an engineer finally, and the grades weren't all that bad :P) Tomorrow I leave Shimla, JUIT, the hills and all the memories far behind as I move to, what I'd like to believe are, greener pastures. And though I've never quite liked the hills as a place to live - you need to walk a lot (and yet you don't sweat!), the weather changes like girls's prefernces, life's slow, a bit too slow for my liking, and to admit it, I find driving here hell lotta difficult, there's just a bit of nostalgia that I can already feel.
But, for all my reasons for being disenchanted with the hills, living here during the past eight years made me realise something really important... - if there's somewhere that I belong, it's here.
And as Ruskin Bond put it in one of his stories that I read in one of my C.B.S.E. books - "Once you've lived in the hills at some point in your life, you come to belong to them, and wherever you go, your heart keeps tellling you to go back to them."
Until the hill dweller or Pahadiya in me makes me come back one day... it's a sweet bye bye to the Hills.
For now, it's Destination Mumbai!
Concluded.
Listening to: Here Without You, 3 Doors Down
Dedicated to: Shimla. They call it The Queen of Hills...
Dedicated to: Shimla. They call it The Queen of Hills...
P.S. This happens to be my One Hundredth Post. Something I had in mind when I began with THE iNFINITY a year back. Bit busy packing right now, so celebrations later... cyao.
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The Moving Chronicles
A person is neither whole nor healthy without the memories of photo albums. They are the storybook of our lives. They provide a nostalgic escape from the tormented days of the present.
Patrick Garry
Part III
continued from Part II
We left Hisar the very next day, having put our 'home' and its wares on the move. There were bound to be some emotional scenes, but the real scenes surpassed anything that I had ever imagined. We were not just saying goodbye to a place but something that had become pretty much a way of life in the past four years or so.
The lovely Haryanvi dialect and the typical accent, which I, would rather describe as intoxicating. The way of life in the Jat heartland, where people can follow just about anything and everything except for rules. The ever so helpful neighbours. Mummam's daily routine of dusting the home twice and the frequent sandstorms putting paid to her efforts every now and then. Seeing the boys go after the girls on their bikes showing off their 'macho', perched on the roof with guitar in hand, which the old timers around described as tuntuna.
The AIR tower, Hisar
One of the many shots during my daily landscape photography sessions from atop the roof. Oh yes - I developed my love for photography here as well.
Living in a comparetively small town has its virginal charms. The roads are immune to traffic hold ups, driving is indeed a pleasure, you find the cost of living rather low, and if I were to believe Papa's inputs who has been puting up in Mumbai for almost a year now, "at the end of the day, you do get time off for yourself."
For me Hisar was all that and more... much more. I fell in love with kids. (previosly defined as 'altogether unfathomable creatures, that I just couldn't stand, come what may', in my life's dictionary.) And that happened, thanks to this cute little angel called Kanan that I got to know from the day she was born, and watched as she grew up to be the smartest two year old I've spent my time with. You really made me look forward to my holidays from college sweetie, even if it meant having to go to a place where they think supplying power for eight hours a day during summers is a big obligation. And I got that unforgettable high of life when Chunmun topped her CBSE boards. Seems just like yesterday...
that's her :)
Of course, there were other interesting things that I learnt during my brief, permanent stay in Hisar. Not everybody in the world is meant to gate crash into IITs. And life looks much more liveable when thought of and tried to live, the easy way out.
This was the whirlpool of thoughts that flooded my mind as I drove out of Hisar, for what seemed like - the last time. Mummam could afford to cry, being the female that she is, while I had to control myself. Gosh! I never bothered to find what Papa's face looked like. But for a change, no one looked at the speedometer while I was at the wheel that day, and in a flash, we had come faraway from another of our nomadic bases...
to be continued...
Listening to: Streets of Philadelphia, Bruce Springsteen
Dedicated to: Err... The cute lil' kid you see in the pic - Kanan
Dedicated to: Err... The cute lil' kid you see in the pic - Kanan
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The Moving Chronicles
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Part II
continued from Part I
On to this particular round of moving...
Packing stuff is something I've just about been OK with ever since papa taught me the right way to go about it, a long time back. [Yeah, that goes to mean I hate it all the same.] Of course there is more to it than just stuffing cartons with things that you come across. If you know you're going to be shifting from your present home one day or the other - you tend to preserve the original packing for anything that you buy. And if it's a small house that you have, those cartons are going to be seen all around the place, much like ugly mantel pieces. Then you need to grade the stuff as fragile / handle with care and OK / throw it around and pack it likewise. Of course the prospect of stuff getting mixed up and never showing out of a carton for a long long time doesn't help either. So I decided to innovate the whole process this time round by putting my digicam to use. Each carton had a unique ID and the contents of that paticular carton were all clicked and labelled with the unique id. [I love to make things seem damn important, don't I? :D]
Slowly and steadily the stuff kept disappearing into cartons until one day I could feel that nothing much was left to do. Elementary, my dear Sood.
But this time the job was just a bit longer than usual. Having lived in the north of India for the past ten years, we'd stuff that Mumbai just didn't want. Woollens, winter ware et al. So we needed to dump all that at our place at Palampur. The mini truck ride through the night with all those horrible bumps and jolts and ruthless mosquitoes is something I won't forget for a long, long time.
But someone gave the mosquitoes a beating at sucking the blood out of us. It was, hold your breath... the royal constables (or whatever rank they were) of Punjab Police. Every 15 minutes, a policeman stopped us in the dead of the night flashed a strong search light at our dreary eyes and told us that he wanted to frisk the truck (when it wasn't even covered.) And when given the go ahead, not one was in a position to do so, given their inebriated state. All they were interested in was some chai - pani bakhshish (though I still wonder when was the last time that any of them had ever tasted liquid and not liqour)
We passed through some of the worst roads and unbuilt bridges, which the driver told me, were under construction for the past ten years or so. And yet, the same MLAs and MPs had been winning the elections in the area over and over. So much for the informed voter!
Palampur was a delight as usual in the summer heat and so was my own village where I got to meet my grandparents.
The same way back in the middle of the night, the same Punjab Police personnel who wanted to frisk an EMPTY truck and I was back home for the bigger job.
In two more days, the truck slated to leave for Mumbai arrived and soon all of what we called home was on the move for a destination about 1500 kilometers or three days away. I had to leave back some of my favourite potted plants, my cute (yes cute) bicycle. Papa said there wasn't any place for them in the new place. Too bad. :(
Continued Here
Listening to: Superman, Lazio Bane - The Scrubs title track.
Dedicated to: Err... I worked damn hard on this job, so Me. This one's dedicated to me.
Dedicated to: Err... I worked damn hard on this job, so Me. This one's dedicated to me.
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