Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Hostel California .. well actually Bombay

Its been 2 months (almost) since I've joined the hostel. Its been a great learning experience so far, and when I say learning, its more in terms of learning about myself (I know thats a lot of gyaan, but thats one of the things b-schools teach you :) ).

The hostel is a wierd environment. The concept of "space" is a mirage. There are people all around you ... sometimes in your face (which can be fucking pissing off), sometimes uninvited into your tiny little world and it can make you feel claustrophobic to the extent of feeling asphyxiated.

On the other hand, you could be amidst 13 people and feel lonely. And trust me its one of the worst feelings. You have so many people around you and still you are looking for that one person who can let you in and make you feel ok.

I have been pampered. I always chose the people around me. I always spoke my mind, and the girls and the guys, took my shit. This "trait" has already got me into the bad books of a couple of guys. I'm not going to change simply because I think this way my life is simpler. But I have to adapt and this is hard, especially when you have been in your comfort zone for so long (thanks to those sweet people who bear with your idiosyncrasies).


P.S : I'm doing ok ... don't read too deep into this :)

Monday, July 03, 2006

These were a few of my favourite things...*

Mom's food
Beer with dad
Fighting for the remote with sis
Coffee/chai with Mim
Jayamahal with the girls
Kinara with the boys
Pecos with the gang
Rainy days in Bangalore
My winter clothes
My bike
Weekends
Lazy Sunday mornings
Sunday afternoon naps
My bathroom
The morning after rains in Bangalore
Ending my sentences with maadi
Coffee breaks at work
Benne dosa and coffee at CTR
Payslips


* in no particular order

I miss Bangalore.