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August Lull

Hello, World!

It's been a while! August turned out to be a very out-of-the-ordinary month for me. Firstly, I was exceptionally muted in contributing to the blogosphere. Secondly, my sojourn to Kolkata also took me on a 1-day (17th Aug) jaunt to Jamshedpur, my birthplace. It's almost a decade since I was there the last time!

The surge of emotions was unparalleled. It would be imbecile of me to even begin describing how wonderful it felt visiting the place that has become a part of me. Correction, Jamshedpur is me! Unfortunately, the weather was rather inclement and I got continually drenched strolling across the locality where I spent the best years of my life. I didn't mind the rain at all. In fact, it added to the fun!

I hope to make my visits to Jamshedpur an annual affair.

Kolkata wasn't its sleepy self this time as I had a lot of commitments to keep. Meeting friends was a top priority and I fell woefully short. Subhasish badly injured a leg that rendered him immobile for days that extended well into the weekend we were supposed to meet. We had looked forward to the rendezvous and the misfortune was a real dampener of spirits.

Anyway, I was glad to meet Prateek in Salt Lake. The bugger has an uncanny ability of ducking corporate surveillance! His latest craze, building amplifiers, did manage to catch my fancy somewhat.

Meeting others was made impossible by a permanently overcast sky that threatened to let loose its heavenly reservoirs whenever I wished to venture out. In fact, I spent a substantial part of my vacation being soaked to the bones!

Ah, one important piece of information: I placed my order for a Dell Vostro laptop on the 14th after a protracted dilly-dallying. Thanks to Gurdas and Arun, better sense prevailed over buying an expensive Inspiron and I managed to win a not-so-marginal discount. My laptop (it'll be my very first PC!) is slated for delivery by the 6th of Sept, though I've requested for an adjustment keeping in mind my availability at home.

Stay tuned. My next post might as well be published via my very first PC! Blogging may then move on to top gear! I can feel butterflies in my stomach!

Comments

Vivek said…
I too was in JSR during that time & it was really pouring.

Congratulations on your new purchase.
Anonymous said…
Deeps,

While I no longer carry the mushy feeling you have for Jampot, walking the lanes we grew up still gives me goosebumps.

I welcome you to the world of liberated computing. Rest assured, owning a laptop is eons ahead of any desktop experience. How about stuff like writing a blog from a riverside...
And knowing your geeky self, the darn machine will be howling for mercy :-)

I also hope you will keep your commitment and send me the tracks we talked about ....

lapping it up,
G
Anonymous said…
How's Bengalooru then?
Deepanjan said…
I've not forgotten my promise, Guru!
Deepanjan said…
Prats, Bengalooru is hardly worth the ask!

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