Sometimes – as times like this – I think people watching Kuch Kuch Hota Hai at this hour in their closed houses must be the happiest persons. They will have some evening tea and then pass the evening leisurely. At night, they will watch some IPL match – till the last ball – and the presentation ceremony afterwards – and will sleep like there is on tomorrow. Happy families are all alike.
You put it down, and a sudden emptiness falls upon you.—
Ganesh Dhamodkar (@ganeshdhamodkar) December 15, 2012
A day when you leave home in the morning without taking your wallet. You also forget to take the access card that opens the doors at work. You need to ask someone to open the door each time you get up from your place. And they have locks for everything: parking, canteen, coffee/drinking water kiosk, etc. Even if to go toilet, you need to ask someone to open the door. You don’t even notice that you’ve forgotten the wallet until you pick up some snacks for breakfast. So kind of the shopman to allow credit. You somehow manage the day. Finally, you bike for home. You don’t remember exactly when you had filled petrol. You know that it’s on reserve. You devise a plan. Bike runs dry. You leave it at the nearest parking place. Fortunately, it’s within few meters. And you start walking. It’s your favorite hobby. Ekla chalo re… You start GPS (such a geek you are)! You have fun waking, as always. You get a call. One more reasons to live. You explain the other person how the ancient Indian mathematicians wrote big numbers, like value of pi up to 17 decimal, in shlokas. Your life is wonderful. You walk. You reach home. You no more care about the bike. You can even pick it in the morning while you go office tomorrow. It’s just 1.42 km away (geek!). You walk out and walk in opposite direction of where you had left the bike. You come at a street food place. You order for fried rice and check in on foursquare (geek). You start writing a blog while you wait for your order, and here it comes. This is how you chill your evening.
I must not hesitate writing mini-posts now, little updates to let people know I’m alive. I’m having very little access to my Live Writer; things may go yet worse, and the android app is not something a regular blogger should use, but better something than nothing.
So, the point is I am, amidst all the things, alive and doing well.
This place where I was born. I just heard yesterday it’s sold at a huge price.
I spent 10 years of my childhood here. The two stumps you see in the photo below used to be huge trees of “peepal” and banyan. I used to climb on the banyan tree.
This gate, this free space behind it (may I call inside it), used to seem “grand” back then.
These ruins of my childhood… I know this town as it was some 20 years ago.
Need to stretch the week for 2 more days; not really sure how much I need to stretch the life.—
Ganesh Dhamodkar (@ganeshdhamodkar) October 11, 2012
This blogger is planning to learn playing guitar. He has inquired at one class and things seem to be positive. If all goes well, and things continue to be the same positive for a few more days, he is planning to start the classes on around 10th of this month (because it is the schedule date of his salary).
Wish him the best!
I’m not a big foodie, but I feel free to take an off from my routine and check something on the street. I do it quite often; I just don’t write about it. Food is not my forte; I like to have it rather than to write about it.
But this place I saw today was really yummy. I had an “egg paratha” here that was quite classy; I haven’t had such a taste in a long while. It was really something different from the routine noodles, Manchurian, masala dosa, veg pulao, panipuri, sevpuri, pasta, pizza, veg puff, sweet corn, red pasta, chocolate fantasy, etc; and I like anything served with tomato ketchup!
Some 10 months ago, I had written about the National Book Fair held at Kasturchand Park, Nagpur. I had bought 11 books—bulky 1800 pages—back then. I read some of them, and I left a few. And here comes back the National Book Fair again. It’s currently being held at the same place. It has become an integral part of my being in Nagpur and I have been visiting it consistently for 10 years now. My patterns of reading have changed; the trends of my book-shopping have changed; what has not changed is the same enthusiasm with which I rush myself to the fair as soon as I know of it.