While you were sleeping..

.. the country, the city, and everyone, has gone to the dogs.

Roll out the red carpet

For I am now accepting all awards bestowed on me ages ago.  Also, if you have any more awards to give me , the time is now.

*Haughty speech over*

So these ladies got some well-deserved awards, and passed a few on to me as well.  Please note the absence of ‘deserving’ before ‘me’.   And it’s time I put them out here and passed them on as well. So here we go…errrr, wait on. I am supposed to nominate bloggers for each award, but my blogroll is so tiny that I won’t judge based on it. So, I hereby give all those on my blogroll all the three awards (yes yes I know I might be creating some circular dependencies and that some people might be getting awarded multiple times. ) I also, will not blame you if you decide not to display these on your blog, or take a long enough time about it. Also, …hey , don’t take the mic away from me. YOU!….

1) Awarded by Galadriel.

                                                                                                                                                                 

I do hope you get your wish soon and start writing again.. the blog-neighbourhood seems kinda empty without you.

A title – What’s that?

I’m itching to write, but words fall short. There’s a surfeit of emotion, at leaving things behind, at coming home. At finding everything changed, and yet the same. There’s much to think, feel and absorb. There are times when I think I need to learn new ways, or atleast unlearn some ways.

The impression Bombay, or maybe India, makes on you during brief vacations is vastly different from the impression it makes when you are back. For good. My eyes traverse the clock, figuring out the time back home over in the US, imagining who must be doing what. Already, I have slipped into the skin of the Mumbaikar; eating chaat, running behind buses, crossing roads while dodging traffic. I don’t know whether to be happy or appalled at it all coming back so easily. In a way, it’s like I was never away. The last three years never happened, though I know they did.

And I start work from Monday. Please, pray for me.

Rambling of this sort may be induced by either deliriousness or jet-lag. In either case, bear with me.

This and That

I so hate saying goodbye.

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In other news, an example of highway robbery:

Travel outside the United States, U.S. Virgin Islands, and Puerto Rico	Bag 2	no fee
	Bag 3	$200

and

51–70 pounds for travel outside the United States

$150 each

Material things

I have just sold off my first-ever car. The pain is very very real.