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Sunday Sullenday

No electricity for over 9 hours.
No water supply for 9 hours. Luckily, I had stocked some early in the morning.
No fan for 9 hours. Luckily, the weather is cool.
No computer for 9 hours.
No Internet for 9 hours.

That pretty much sums up today.
The water in this high-tech city is so polluted, most residents have taken to buying it from other sources. Hopefully these alternatives maintain better quality.

Thought of doing some serious blogging. Had to defer by a week.

Guess what, Bangalore is one of India's most pampered, privileged and preferred cities. Way to go!


Vivek said…
Yaar, you should leave that depraved part of town asap.
Deepanjan said…
For the last time...I'm not leaving!
Vivek said…
I just don't understand your obstinacy. Things are so much better in places like where I live .... no power/water shortages, clean & peaceful localities .... is it something you don't wanna talk about? If that's so I'm sorry for the trouble.
Deepanjan said…
I wouldn't dispute your claim. But let's face it: I'm a loner and hate staying with too many people. It would be difficult finding a place just for two that wouldn't be a financial strain on me.

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