I have given Bangalore a chance. It does not disappoint. It is pretty in phases. The wind always blows here, giving the impression of existing in Hindi movie frames- the umbrella would fly out of your hands and Prince Charming will come rescue you. Yet, it is hard to feel romantic, the setting is inappropriate. It is the city of drones. The queen bee retired, bought a Mercedes and drove away to Goa.
The malls back in Mumbai, sighs V, are shinier.
Is that why we miss Mumbai, so much, I muse.
English, August speaks a lot about dislocation. Stolen moments spent with the book heighten my own fish-out-of-water feelings. This is not home. I wish I was home, I wish and then I wonder. Which home. There is a home far away, which has lost all of its charms. I have lost all my longings. It rains in my adopted city and I wish I was there. Among the torrential rainfalls and maddening traffic and a swirling seas.
Lemony Snicket says, "One's home is like a delicious piece of pie you order in a restaurant on a country road one cozy evening—the best piece of pie you have ever eaten in your life—and can never find again."
Where do I go back now?
It meanwhile rains and shines in Bangalore. We have bread jam from roadside stalls and wonder at the sheer number of fruit juice shops.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
The Hello Post
It has been a while and I am slightly rusty. Self doubts abound - do I have enough thoughts? Do I have any thoughts? I do not have enough thoughts to twitter. Would I have enough thoughts to blog?
The old blog has become exactly what it is, an old blog. It charts the growth process of an undergraduate economics student who is anything but an undergraduate economics student. Having now grown up to become an unwilling post graduate economics student (surprise, surprise), a new blog seemed like a good idea. A whole new platform to convince people that economists are, essentially, kooky people. Also, the old blog had finished a 100 posts and it seemed like a good time as any for it to retire.
Will I blog more faithfully now? Only time will tell. Will I have any readers? Ditto.
Do I have enough thoughts? Apparently it is not the lack of quantity I suffer from but of quality. Having read seventeen Archie double digests for a whole week and nothing else, the mind is incapable of producing anything more deeper than "Sigh!"
Until then, it is a journey of discovery.
So, won't you join the dance?
The old blog has become exactly what it is, an old blog. It charts the growth process of an undergraduate economics student who is anything but an undergraduate economics student. Having now grown up to become an unwilling post graduate economics student (surprise, surprise), a new blog seemed like a good idea. A whole new platform to convince people that economists are, essentially, kooky people. Also, the old blog had finished a 100 posts and it seemed like a good time as any for it to retire.
Will I blog more faithfully now? Only time will tell. Will I have any readers? Ditto.
Do I have enough thoughts? Apparently it is not the lack of quantity I suffer from but of quality. Having read seventeen Archie double digests for a whole week and nothing else, the mind is incapable of producing anything more deeper than "Sigh!"
Until then, it is a journey of discovery.
So, won't you join the dance?
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