Getting back in the groove

I know. I know. My blog is neglected like a lost manuscript stashed in the attic. Let me start with 3 baby steps.

Step 1: Give profuse thanks everyone for not forgetting me! :D

Step 2: Do research on topics that amaze people like this: How to open a bottle of bear with an A4 size paper.

Step 3: Take a long over due totally meaningless quiz.

You Should Be A Poet

You craft words well, in creative and unexpected ways.And you have a great talent for evoking beautiful imagery...Or describing the most intense heartbreak ever.You're already naturally a poet, even if you've never written a poem.

What Type of Writer Should You Be?

PS:

(1) This is a backdated post.

(2) I did not choose the pic above. And I don't think any poet writes like that.

Friends in deed

In the middle of all this, I must mention some people have been very good and kind to me.

This is my thank you to them:

A: For the wonderful words regarding dreams!

M: For listening to me! And fixing the PG place up.

Sonia: For words of courage and support, love and affection.

Peacelamp: For telling me that *** is crap!

Zee: For timely msgs asking me to hold on.

Obi Wan: For collective Bangalore bashing.

D: For being himself.

Dear Diary

So far Bangalore has been let's say - very eventful and very painful.

June 8: Started from Chennai.

June 9:
Early morning: Landed in Bangalore. (Took the night train before anyone asks any intelligent questions.) Moved into a Convent guesthouse.
Mid morning: Fixed a PG place thanks to a friend. Was going to move in on the 10th.
Evening: Was asked to wait till the 21st since the landlady was facing some domestic crisis.

June 10: Frantically searching for a PG place. Was disappointed like crazy.

June 11: Met two friends who took me to the Airlines Hotel where we gorged on Channa Batura and coffee. They thought that I was very calm considering the fact that I was in such a precarious situation. What is the situation? I didn't have a place to stay till the 21st.

June 12: Joined my new workplace. The convent asks us to leave since we didn't book for a long time.

June 13: Moved into another Guest house.

June 14: Discovered that commuting to office is a BIG problem here. Autos just refuse to travel to and fro.

June 15 - 17: Had fever, cold, and asthma. But managed to survive the really bad food that this guesthouse provided. Discovered guesthouse is not safe for women.

June 18: Moved from guesthouse 2 to a long time family friend's daughter's place. Was about to move into a hotel when she invited us over. Bless that good soul!

June 19-21: Felt good eating homemade food. But worried about getting the place on the 21st.

June 21: Moved into my "own" place.

June 22 onwards: Have been trying to adjust to Bangalore. So far no success.

Bangalore, here I come...

I have heard so much about Bangalore and only been there once. (For books, what else?) Yet, when an offer for a job in that city came by, I couldn't refuse. For 3 reasons:

(1) The name of the company. It's a huge company. So huge that you could get lost in it. Literally.
(2) I'm trying to see what it is like to live on my own. (Update: It sucks. So far.)
(3) A rather personal reason.*


I am busy trying to pack. So my blog posts are going to be erratic.**

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* You can go ahead and guess anything you want. I ain't telling.
** It's better than disappearing, like I tend to do.