Roadblock

My roads been blocked...again.
This time,for the new Bangalore Metro construction--not likely to get completed in the near future.Diversions everywhere and endless traffic snarls.
Little sister Shilpa claims our roads get laid more often than us..and for some reason that idea cracks me up.

There isnt any point complaining about traffic in bangalore i know,you just learn to live with it.My only crib about this blockade apart from having to Ooru-suthufy endlessly before reaching anyplace you need to get to in a hurry,is that now,i have to take the not so nice route for the morning run.which incidentally,is getting exceedingly irregular given the separation anxiety happening between me and my blanket on most days of late.
Ulsoor lake by the way,is the most gorgeous place for a jog in the morning.beautiful..quiet,if you manage to make it early enough..and not crowded.Gorgeous..especially in this kind of weather.here i go again..B'lore weather rocks!







Pani puri for dinner again...(yes,im compulsive about blogging about food)
Yummy!Nothing quite beats street chaat.its incredible how roadside bandi pani puri can turn a shitty day around.
Prissy sit-down chaat places totally defeat the purpose..such a waste of space.unless ofcourse its Gangotree on Cathedral road,Chennai...or the corner sweet shop on Mathura road in Delhi...growl beginning in stomach region again...

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Somebody i love has given me super news.It has no business being on my blog before it makes an appearance on hers,so for now i will say nothing more than that mucho joy is happening.
Big hug to the aforementioned somebody;)

Another day in the life of a fool

Solid Ground.Thats what she longed for.To stand for a while on solid ground.Terra firma...Or reinforced concrete for that matter,who cared?The comfort of routine and reason..and her sane(ok,perhaps not all that sane)but predictable life.

Back home finally.
So strange how she'd begun to think of a city she'd lived in barely 6months as home...
Madras was still her first love.but lately..well,thats another story for another day.. Madras and her, it’s like they broke up. Or, were seeing other people, but only one of them had agreed to this, only they never actually agreed, they just took liberties and it’s probably going to get ugly before everyone owned up to what was really going on.
I should clarify: it wasnt the city in itself that she had downgraded to ‘just friends’ status, it was its people...and memories.and bylanes.and food,and smells and the sea...

well,its too early in the day for this nonsense..work to do,demons to kill

There will always be times when you will look elsewhere for answers..
and no,that doesnt bother me..at all..not enough to count anyway

Random..

I woke to see Renee peering into my face with a concerned expression...I had slept ten whole hours on a weekday,a monday no less.. something she has tried to train me to do ever since i moved into the same house as her.so far, with absolutely no success.
considering ive been getting on average about two hours of sleep each night last week with a submission deadline dangling over my head,the body is mucho grateful for the rest..and last night's beer.
Now,with the dessertation finally in,(gory business..done now,and good riddance),lunch today is a muted celebration..Pizza- With almost everything on it except pineapple. and LOTS of chili flakes..and i break off after typing a few words of this and have another bite. Delish!And coffee..And my favorite kind of company..

Speaking of which,mention must be made of Dr.Chang in this context
This dear boy,happens to be a colour blind(really),chinese-buddhist who's allergic to alcohol(really,truly,im not kidding).Can you imagine an allergy to beer??how incredibly unfortunate.Well,last night,after having laid off alcohol in any form apart from cough syrup,our man joined us for a beer..which led to another..and another..
I dont think i quite believed in the allergy story till i saw his face do a rather strange technicolour transformation..yellow to pink to red..(forgive me dr.c,but you are yellow)..Freaked us out quite a bit..and he wasn't really showing signs of putting his beer mug down either.Turns out that the allergy doesnt do much apart from turn him lobster red..which wasnt too bad..kinda cute,once your audience is down a few drinks in a reasonably dark pub.nothing some cetzine wont take care of,huh boy?And now that we've discovered drinking isnt fatal to you,here's to many more talli nights..*grin*!

As usual,began sunday morning with a raging hangover ..
and a phone conversation with an adorable someone that went along the lines of 'grmpwh hmmm ok.muah!grjwmjadp..' well...
mornings like this usually have me wondering why I bother drinking at all..This usually lasts about 10 minutes and a return to Mojos is not far away.

Spent Sunday attending a dental seminar(yes,such mundanities unfortunately come with the territory) that bored me to tears..at the end of which ive realised that all i've learnt from it is the art of snoozing sitting up straight and with my eyes open.
the only saving grace was some excellent strong coffee and somewhere-inbetween-reasonable-and-good food..and dr.C next to me providing entertainment with arbit(and slightly morbid) sketching and rather spastic running commentary

me's off now for a refill of chilled beer at,where else..Mojos.which happens to be latest watering hole that we hit frequently and obsessively till the bartender starts showing signs of evicting us at closing time.cheers!:)

you are a cipher to me..like you've always been
another round hole into which the square peg of my conditioning wont fit

I know Ive been all spastic and unhappy about work and everything else last week
Have I depressed the hell out of you? Is this all too much to bear? I promise it’s not all gloom and doom
I want to update that statement to be only moderately gloom and doom this week. Lots busier but good otherwise.
Either the world will now stop, cease spinning on its axis, or I will collapse from exhaustion clutching a bottle of beer.
Oh please, please – let it be the latter

These last few days I’ve been a mass of possibly unsubstantiated but probably identifiable angst.
At first I thought it was because I’d listened to Tori Amos on my way home on thursday and realized that after ten years, I still don’t understand the meaning of half of her lyrics..Then i thought it was the usual thinning-wallet depression i go thru' everytime i pay my rent at the end of the month

Now after much obsessing and analysing and driving two certain blessedly patient people very close to the edge,I've put the it down to me just being equal parts of miserably overworked and miserably homesick.
Basically this stems from the fact that several people- including Dad and bro,Best buddy/mother hen from med school,Just-gotten-married old buddy and his new wife,and a particular dude who never fails to hopelessly scramble my brain for the foreseeable future everytime he shows up- have all been in town at various times over these past two weeks..which was fantastic for that duration..lots of yay-my-peoples-are-here dinners,drinking and goof-balling.
But now that they've all packed up and headed back to their respective homes this weekend,i feel (for lack of a less cliched term),well, a little lost.