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Gurdas comes calling

Gurdas had sent us a mail a few weeks back informing that he would visit Bangalore soon. I was so caught up with the wreck that is my life that doing a follow up completely slipped my mind.

So Gurdas (fondly called Gorudas-a slave of cows!) called me up tonight and it was only then that I recalled receiving the email. Caught up with a lot of things. Rahul is in TISCO, Jamshedpur. Amarendra was last spotted somewhere in Jamshedpur. Shukanto-the biggest mystery of our batch-has apparently accomplished something commendable, although Gurdas couldn't really recall what it was. I just wish these people would take sufficient initiatives to be in touch with us. Living in the social fringe hardly helps. I should know!

I informed Gurdas about Bads being in the US, slated to come to India soon for a month-long stint after which he'll be back there. Gurdas enquired if he's coming to India just for laundry! We had a laugh.

Gurdas leaves for Mumbai tonight and I so wish we could schedule a meeting. Well, maybe next time. Nice to catch up with an old buddy!

Addendum: It seems the surdar is incapable of thinking of any place in Bangalore South of Koramangala! So when I said that JP Nagar was further South than what his limited imagination would let him think (Koramangala, of course!), he joked that I was probably in Kanyakumari!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Laundry Eh?! One wonders if u guys ever wash them too.. For all you know ..u never do.

And yeah..Koramangla is the last frontier of civilized world...anything south is just Farmland..
Deepanjan said…
Anything south of Koramangala is farmland.
Anything north of Koramangala is farmland.
Anything east of Koramangala is farmland.
Anything west of Koramangala is farmland.

Conclusion: Koramangala is the heartland of Bangalorean farmland.

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