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Sundays @ 1930 hrs will never be the same

It's amazing how somethings grow in significance without you even noticing it. I never imagined how addicted I had become to the mostly covert 1930 hrs operation until it ceased to exist. The emptiness was killing me tonight and I wasn't really equipped to handle the situation. My life (personal and professional) was giving me much reason for concern and I was failing miserably to keep from becoming a nervous wreck. The crests and troughs were too wild and everything was beyond my comprehension.

There's now some semblance of sanity and order being gradually infused into my out-of-track life. There's hope. I could drop a live-bomb on my readers if CC's of my personal emails made their way into my vastly placatory blog! For reasons of privacy, I can't disclose them.

Mantu has finally moved in with me and I must say it's a godsend. At least my room is back in order and looks habitable!

Mantu Moves In

Mantu moves in with me in a few days. I was just about beginning to enjoy my own space when the decision to share it with the affable Mantu was taken due to budgetary constraints. And I'm absolutely sure I'll have no regrets since he's been extraordinarily amiable and helpful during our period as neighbors.

So I'll now have access to a computer, the Net and cable TV. Howz that for a change!!! I have a lot of Pune snaps to upload from my recent trip. Seems like my blog is getting a new lease of life!

The end of a blog

Deepanjan Nag's Diary, as the world has known it, must come to its end. This doesn't mean there'll be no more posts, there will. But the textual content will be greatly minimized. I would like to keep my blog meaty by keeping it regularly fed with pictures and videos, but without too many means of doing so...the immediate prospects to that effect look rather grim. But things may change and I may revert to full-length posts occasionally.

I guess I've finally run out of steam!
The past few days have been very hectic with immense highs and lows. One thing is for certain: I'm losing interest in blogging.

A period of quiet

My blog will remain silent till next Tuesday.

Memories of a Valentine

There's a song by the title,"My Funny Valentine," though it's not one of my favorites. But it's not music on my mind as I type this post.

I was a student of Fergusson College in those days. Kaushik was my affable roommate and BM was, in a way, our common interest. Not that we were rivals but some healthy competition between Kaushik and me for BM's attention was always on. I was of the opinion that no relationship is entirely romantic or platonic; there's always a mix of the two contrasting emotions. It's only the proportion that defines the overall facet. With that sort of philosophy, it was unlikely that our subtle overtures pertaining to BM would ever turn acrid...and it never did. One event accentuates this.

It was the eve to Valentine's day. I was, as usual, strolling down FC Road when it suddenly became impossible to beat being allured by the blooming roses that had become too ubiquitous for my liking. An excruciatingly sweet smell literally hu…

My first 'real' dictionary!

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Blame lethargy for this. I've rarely bothered to consult the dictionary even though I come across too many words that stump me.

Dad bought me my first dictionary when I was 9, a Bhargava with lots of colored pictures to hold the young mind captive. I brandished it before my friends as proof of my reaching a certain degree of intellectual maturity. After all, only the intellectuals consulted dictionaries. But I reached for my dictionary only to flip through the pages for the lovely pictures and not for meanings.

A few years later, we students were laden with the Orient Longman Dictionary. It was thick, dull, boring and almost without pictured. We were asked to troop all our brainwaves and consult it whenever in need, a directive we unanimously decided to ignore. I had outgrown my first dictionary and consulting the second provided me with no distinct advantage over my peers. So the appendage of a dictionary languished somewhere in my bookshelf, seldom to be consulted.

The third dictio…

A day for travel

Dhyani and Nilotpal are traveling long-distance today.

At last!

Yahoo! has finally built something that I hope to heavily exploit via Google. I guess my favorite site has finally ended its slumber to wake up to the realization that Google is getting far ahead in the race for web dominance.
I managed to download more than 14 Megabytes of data in 14 seconds. That's a speed of 1.05 Mbps!! Amazing...even by corporate standards in India.
Sudipa tied the knot tonight.

A new record

Thanks to the roads being sparsely populated, we reached office at 0820hrs today.

Ramblings of the mind

The tribunal set up to settle the Cauvery water dispute has reached its verdict and predictably some factions believe they've got a raw deal. Of course, our erudite citizens have the right to be contemptuous of judicial verdicts and the surest way to lengthen any issue of contention is to do some mischief until your grievances are addressed and your antagonist is made to pay the price. It's a vicious cycle and we've somehow learnt to expect mischief each time a protracted dispute comes to its no-one-wins verdict.

It just so happens that Karnataka was at the receiving end of the verdict this time and its share of the prized Cauvery water has been reduced in favor of Tamil Nadu. I don't have the semblance of an idea how jubilant the farmers of our neighboring state are, but Kannadigas are a shell-shocked lot. Going by past records when violence had claimed many lives, people took no chances. Shops downed their shutters as soon as the verdict was delivered, schools and col…

A 2007 record

I survived 63 hours without accessing the Net! And I'm loving every moment of it!

A visit to Santosh's new home

Mantu was rather insistent and I finally had to relent to biking to Satya's, Mani's and Santosh's new dwelling. We left at around 1100 hrs and reached our destination in less than an hour. Most picturesque site en route: Vidhana Soudha.

I wasn't too happy with their new place. At 2.1K, it was grossly overprices...though not by Bangalore standards. The rooms were tiny, the locality impoverished and unbearably noisy and no water supply yet. Still, it was closer to their new office and we all know how desperate work can make us!

Had mutton curry for lunch even though Mani was still forced to austerely adhere to is vegetarian diet. Clicked a few photos that were immediately bluetoothed to Satya's laptop.

We bid our adieus at around 1600 hrs and left for home.

Something I read somewhere...

A family is like a stereo system: A stereo system is only as good as its weakest component, and a family is only as happy as its unhappiest member.

I wish I could pass off the above statement as my own, but my readers know me too well to fall for that! And you don't need to be an audiophile to see the analogy!

Last Day

Today was Santosh's last day at my place. The poor guy was made to slog for the past few days and he decided that he needed some rest from work today. Dinner was cooked one last time (egg curry) and it tasted great. I'm going to miss all this and my pressure cooker will miss whistling thrice each night!
Prateek calls in response to a late night distress SMS from me. Talking to him makes me feel so much better each time.