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02:30 am

The visit was fun. Apart from the ghosts of the past in the mind and beyond, things worked well. For some time, I felt like visiting royalty, scheduling breakfasts, dinners and lunches one after the other.

Didn't have time for my best buddy. He's taken up dropping and picking me up each time I visit Dilli. I like it. For it makes me feel that there's at least some one who cares. My folks, on their part make a conscious choice on having me take public transport. And to tell them better, I take the so-much-more expensive radio taxi each time. Father fumes, my smile blooms!

Didn't go to any of my fave eat-outs in Delhi this time. When you live to eat, as I do, that's a big thing to do. There was the family dinner at Se7en, which is now serving as the coffee shop at the Crowne Plaza. wanted to meet the folks so we had a nice time all around. Just a thing that I remembered while we were waiting sitting for folks near the pastry shop. When I was born all those years ago, Dad got pastries from the Crowne Plaza. It was called Surya Sofitel then. I've taken pastries off this place so many times in the past, as it was on my way home from work. It was fun to realise, and to know how I can forget fundamentally unimportant things.

Met a blast from the past. She's grown into quite the woman, complete with beauty and all. Forgot my wallet, and had her treating me, on the same day that she shared with me her employers' inability to pay beyond minimum-wage-rate. And felt better, for I was not the only type of BPO's that exisited in the world. She works in a publishing company that churns out content and design for firang companies. She has no say in the design, and otherwise. I remember the accounts of people who start at the bottom. Wish I could employ her for the sweetness that she is.

The last few months, there's been absolutely zilch reading done, or so I thought. Back in the old days, I would wake up, read for two hours, get ready, go to work, come back, read for two hours, go to sleep, repeat. That meant I chewed on atleat 3 books a week. Bought them by the truckload, spent all my money on them. All of it. In fact, its my firm opinion that if I'd saved all the money that I've spent on Books and Pasta, I can afford the Tata Safari I so want, all in cash. I've done some calculations to this end, but since the money is gone, its a moot point. But doing some soul-shelf searching the other day, its because I read way too many blogs these days. There's this persistent need to know people through their blogs, because knowing how people rant is the best way to rave about them. So, all of you who haven't yet started to blog, because you don't know how to/what to blog about, do it now.

In other news, I've learned how putting your music player on shuffle mode makes life so much interesting. Back in BPOWorld, I used to workout. The gym had a very fancy music system, but only so many CD's. This meant I knew the next song that would come after the one that would play. And make my workout routine according to the songs that would play. Since I was often alone in the gym (this was often at 3 am in the night), it helped me get into a routine. To this day, whenever I hear one of these songs go on, I know what's coming on next. So, when it doesn't, I know what shuffle means.

Its like not having to pay the bill after you've eaten. Not having to huff-puff after you ran 10 meters. Short and static bursts of adrenaline hit you and give you wings. I know I'm not describing this right.


If you'd go over this post once again, you'd know that's what I've been doing so far. I can't even call it blah. Its the most commonly over used word.

As I write, Summer Girls by LFO has been followed by Summertime by Janis Joplin. Not necessarily because shuffle's on. But, because, for some reason, I typed Summer in the search window.

Fluff, huh? Well, the thing is, I OD on Postsecret and GapingVoid. Which means I put out everything even if it means nothing to you. Maybe it'll strike an opera with someone in the future. For now, you have to deal with the BS that I churn out on an everyday basis.