Strolling on my terrace on a windy summers evening is deja vu in such a big way. Its been so long since i've been here. Home has never been the same again, neither has Cal unaltered. So much has changed. Once upon a time this was HOME. Everything was here, my whole world centered here. Now after moving out its like you've been divided between two places. One world is college and friends and the other is a shrunken one with home and half kept friendships.
Theres so much thats happened in the months that've passed since i last blogged. Yes i finally convinced myself that Rai is over and done with. I can't and shall never dig up the ugly past that concerns her. I realized how difficult it is to find a sane female in life. And i succumbed to the insurmountable barrier of the 116 km.s that separate home and college. I realized that as long as i'm there i possibly can never have a relationship with the typical JU-Presi types in Cal. They require too much time and attention. And they, having extremely short attention spans, require constant prodding. And if you lose speed for even a nano-second they're onto someone else.
Other than that, this weekend we had our Kshitij grand treat. Came down frm Kgp in a bus to Cal. All 32 of us. Aquatica and then BAR-B-Q on Park Street, followed by chocolate sundaes at One-Step-Up, tonga rides by Victoria and an evening walk on the maidan. It was the perfect day. By evening i got philosophical and sento and Vishal and i begun indulging in antellectual talk. I realized that theres so much good food in this world and yet it isn't all so different. I realized that when you have all the money to buy you everything around, it gets boring.
Bangalis you will see suffer amazing transformations. They are very capable at morphing from a political genius to a poet, and from a hopeless romantic to an ardent football fan. All it takes is that cha at the para'r cha-er dokan or a glimpse of ppl playing ball on the maidan or it may take an open starlit sky or cool breeze on a summer evening. I myslef suffer from the same ailment and tho maybe the catalysts triggereing the transformations are different the final products are absolutely same.
....Summer's coming up and with 2.5 months of free time on my hands i've worried myself to death about what to do. I decided i'll try and earn some money. Do some job, anything that'll increase my bank balance. Atleast a new experience in my kitty and maybe a new kindled interest too. Yes i'm also banking on the summer to find me a sane gal in this huge metropolis of lunatics. Joe Satriani is coming to town on the 15th of May, but i don't know how to go about arranging for a ticket. I think i shall have to shelve my plans for a trip to the mountains this time round, though since all of these are plans all of these risk falling through. And i hope, godwilling it will turn out to be a good summer.
-well thats all i guess....
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