After long hiatus from blogging I have been itching to blog again. I wanted to write something that would be meaningful, purposeful, profound and original and that would make my nonexistent fans worth the wait. But then I realized that would have been never. So even though this isn’t kalkoholism, it’s something close to me.
While on the plane back I was thinking about the whole trip. What I did and how I could have used it more efficiently to find Gayatri. I wanted to badly write about my Bangalore trip and how it had changed my way of thinking about Bangalore in particular and life in general. When I say Bangalore I mean everybody and everything associated with it. Initially I had full range of emotions from joy to sorrow, from success to failures, from anger, frustration to resignation and every other possible emotion a living being is capable of experiencing. Then it occurred to me I could spare those details and share only things that I am thankful for and only things that really matter me. My mum, dad, niece, badrax, sriju, giri, other old good friends, mindless banter, getting philosophical, myriad other mean people that make my people look good, free kurtas and the girl who gives them, Non steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs, avil, traffic jams, awesome chats, humbling auto drivers, frequent weight checks, sri textiles, reliance jewelers, imperial, movies, mom’s food, playing football, omnipresent poor and rich people, dust allergies, panacea hospital, dead and back, white light, hair, monopoly, my brother and sister. If only I could freeze time and keep all these for eternity.
