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Net, Travel, Santosh, Mantu and TTK

My blog posts have been reduced to a trickle of late. Part of the reason lies in there being no Net connectivity at our place yesterday. By today morning, connectivity hadn’t been restored. The other part lies in the 4 hrs I spend commuting each weekday to and from office. That leaves me with a lot of time to reflect upon the daily events; but then again, what do you expect from a guy who spends 8 hours a day in front of the PC for a living!

The world’s worst kept secret - a stealth preparation for someone’s (resident of Rakesh Nilayam, of course) birthday celebration at the stroke of midnight, got another enactment yesterday as Santosh completed yet another worthless year of existence. He performed his role of ignorance to the hilt.

Mantu is all set to return to our dwelling on Friday if everything goes according to plan. I wish his experience in Pune was better.

The TTK sequel got a sequel of its own. After my bro-in-law ran from pillar to post (he and I are caught in a crossfire of bureaucracy) to try and get me some financial relief, the doctor has decided to rewriting the so-called Discharge Summary as verbosely as possible to quell any iota of suspicion that the insurance guys may have about mom’s operation. TTK guys are heartless.

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