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This was a disruptive Saturday. I generally love exercising the art of doing nothing on weekends. No chance today. A much-procrastinated visit to the bank to get my netbanking password and new debit card was on the agenda. The exercise proved to be futile. Neither of the documents had reached the branch. This in spite of the much-touted 4 working days deadline...and it had been 6 working days already. Ha, such things are commonplace.

A visit to The Hutch Shop at Koramangala was next. It had yet to open (11am-8pm) as I was too early for them. Visited Landmark at the Forum and selected 2 books. Buying was a different issue altogether. The card readers were malfunctioning and I was asked to return after some time. So I shuttled back to The Hutch Shop and got my mobile Net enabled via Hutch Access. I was told that the connection would be activated the following day (this was not to be). I went back to Landmark and, thankfully enough, the card readers were up and running by then. The books were finally bought (must have been close to noon) and I called Rohit for directions to his resthouse.

It was a mammoth task. The directions were fuzzy and I was as clueless as ever even after his rudimentary instructions were delivered. The manager stepped in and this time the instructions were precise, though only good enough to help me reach a prominent landmark. Rohit, the great man, finally surfaced at the spot and we walked together to his temporary dwelling.

We caught up with old times, had lunch, fiddled with his laptop, slumbered and bid adieu before I left in the evening. Carrying the two books wasn't easy. Rohit will stay in Bangalore for another fortnight before heading back to Kolkata. I came to know through him that Sumanta Deb is also in IBM, Kolkata.


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